The faces of everyone in the Zhang Mansion were full of smiles, and the whole city shook when the mansion was promoted to the prestigious clan yesterday. Many famous families led by Fengfu Qiaofu came to congratulate one after another, and the gifts were almost piled up into several hills.

What relieved everyone in Zhangfu the most was that several prominent families who turned their backs on Zhangfu some time ago licked their faces and turned their heads again, but they were rejected by Zhang Lin, and even threw out the posts and gifts they visited.

Early this morning, Zhang's mansion was busy under Zhang Lin's Zhang Luo, and the family put up lanterns to clean up the entire mansion, and Zhang Yunlong's brothers also found craftsmen to carve a pair of Shishi town houses at the door.

The maids, under the leadership of Xiaofang and Zhang Xiuxiu, began to make mooncakes. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, if you lack such deliciousness, you will lose three points of fun.

Zhang Yi had lunch, led Zhang Lin out of Zhang's mansion, and went straight to the Fuwen Academy. The Mid-Autumn Festival will be led by the Fuwen Academy, from the afternoon to the sub-hour, since Zhang Yi wants to be in the limelight today, he naturally has to arrive early.

When he arrived at the Fuwen Academy, after seeing Xie Dongliu, Zhang Yi received the reward from heaven and the Fu Xian Xie Yuan, and some other belongings and the like were fine, those Wenxin fires were the things he lacked the most now.

"Thirteen Wenxin Tinder, three are the rewards of the head of the government test, and ten are the rewards of the people who descended from the sky. Xie Dongliu was a little regretful, "It stands to reason that the number of people raised by heaven will take a hundred years to produce one, and more rewards should be given, but the Wenxin fire is really a bit valuable." ”

"Yuan Jun doesn't have to mind, Zhang Yi is already satisfied. Zhang Yi smiled slightly, he was indeed satisfied. He originally thought that the Wenxin Flame obtained by the Heavenly Descending Cultivator was almost the same as the Heavenly Descending Show, but who knew that it had doubled.

Thirteen Wenxin Flames are enough to add another bronze house to the atrium.

Xie Dongliu said with a straight face: "I already knew your strength yesterday, and you may become the only heavenly tribute in the past thousand years. At that time, I will definitely ask the imperial court to promote Zhang's mansion to a famous family and help you ask him for hundreds of Wenxin fires. ”

Zhang Yi bowed his head and thanked him, not taking this matter to heart. The last heavenly tribute was Xie Lingyun, the genius of Xie Fu thousands of years ago, and the volume of "Hill Fu" written by him was indeed brilliant, which made Zhang Yidu quite admired.

Participating in the state exam in the spring of next year, Zhang Yi is not sure that he will be able to promote his heart to the bronze house before this, unless he has excellent luck.

Of course, if it drags on for another year, he is sure that he can do it. But time is not waiting, the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth, the current Wenxiang, and even the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty seem to have ill intentions towards Zhangfu.

If Zhang Yi doesn't improve his strength as soon as possible, I'm afraid he will be crushed at any time. No matter how talented you are a Confucian or a poet of the country, in the face of absolute strength, it is all empty words.

Big fish eat little fish!

Zhang Yi understands this truth better than anyone else.

The Holy Courtyard in the previous life was even more powerful than the current Seven Great Sects combined. But in the face of heavenly punishment, there was almost no resistance, and the building collapsed overnight.

"By the way, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival will not be held in the Fuwen Academy, I told Chen Liang to take you there. Xie Dongliu still had some things, and waved Chen Liang to come.

After Xie Dongliu left, Zhang Yi bowed his hand to Chen Liang and said with a smile: "Last time, the Fuwen Academy invited you to a banquet for new people, and Brother Chen was among them. When I see Brother Chen again today, I know that you have been promoted, which is really gratifying. ”

"Still so poor with me?" Chen Liang grinned as he did before, "Speaking of which, I have to thank Yang Yuanjun for this." He practiced very hard during this time, and presumably to take this year's palace exam, he sent me to the Fuwen Academy. ”

"Yang Yuanjun has enough savings, and he will definitely be able to go to high school in one fell swoop. Zhang Yi nodded again and again. Yang Dong can be described as Zhang Yi's benefactor, and after the county test, he even gave Zhang Yi a spark of his own literary heart.

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The Mid-Autumn Festival was held in Yingxian Building, Zhang Yi was a little curious, Yingxian Building is very famous in Longbow City, and it is the most famous restaurant in Chen's Mansion. It's like Tianliang Restaurant is to Tianliang City.

There is still a long way to go to Yingxian Tower, so Chen Liang quietly explained to Zhang Yi and Zhang Lin. Under Chen Liang's explanation, the two understood the reason.

The Chen family was promoted to a wealthy family and tried every means to expand its influence in Whitehorse County. At this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the Chen Mansion proposed to the Fuwen Institute that it should be hosted by itself.

Xie Dongliu originally wanted to refuse, but because of the face of Chen Dongting, a fellow scholar and now a literary minister, he agreed to Chen's request.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, since the Chen Mansion tried his best to put gold on his face, then let them climb up to the clouds. When the time comes, I will smash them hard again, so that it will be happy enough.

Walking on the streets, the people put up their lights. The rich people climbed the tall building, invited the women to play the qin, and held a banquet to celebrate together, while the poor people also enjoyed themselves, and the family gathered together to eat and drink at the door, and was very satisfied.

"At this time, the golden phoenix is cool, the jade dew is cool, the osmanthus is fragrant, and the silver toad is full of light. Wang Sun Gongzi, a rich family, all climb the dangerous building, play the moon in Linxuan, or open the wide pavilion, the tortoise feast is listed, the piano is sonorous, drink wine and sing, and the joy of the night. As for the home of the shop, they also climbed the small platform to arrange family banquets and gather children to reward the festival. Although the people in the alleys are poor, they are relieved of the agricultural market wine, and they are reluctant to welcome the joy and refuse to waste it. This night the street sells and buys, until the five drums, playing the moon tourists, the mother-in-law is in the city, and the fire is endless. ”

Zhang Yi has seen many predecessors depicting the Mid-Autumn Festival in books, and this one is quite plain, but it is lifelike, and he can't help but read it.

Zhang Lin and Chen Liang were also infected by the atmosphere and spoke peacefully. The three of them walked briskly, and soon arrived at Yingxian Tower.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is hosted by the Chen Mansion, and the host is still the Fu Wen Academy. Those who are able to participate in the conference generally need to have a bachelor's degree or above. Of course, no one can say anything like Zhang Yi who brought Zhang Lin here.

Outside the Yingxian Building, several deacons of the Mansion Literary Institute and more than ten stewards of the Chen Mansion were greeting the distinguished guests who came to participate in the cultural meeting. These people are either high-ranking people or heads of prestigious families, and they must be fully courteous.

When the three of them came to Yingxian Tower, Zhang Yi looked at the deacon of the Chen Mansion who were welcoming them, and happened to see Chen Cong in the middle of it.

Chen Cong also saw Zhang Yi, he blinked slightly, and motioned for Zhang Yi to enter the Yingxian Tower, he had something to discuss with Zhang Yi.

Chen Cong is now deeply loved by Chen Donggu, the head of the Chen Mansion, and is extremely powerful among the Chen Mansion stewards. He walked out first, bowed and said, "Welcome Zhang Jieyuan, please." ”

Zhang Yi and the three of them followed him and entered the Yingxian Tower.

After Chen Cong sent the three of them to their seats, he turned around and walked to a room. Zhang Yi sat for a while before finding a reason to enter the room from the other side.

Seeing Zhang Yi, Chen Cong didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "Zhang Jieyuan, you must be careful tonight, don't be strong." ”

"Well, what's going on?" Zhang Yi was quite curious, Chen Cong was smart and clever, but now he was so impatient, I am afraid that something really happened.

Chen Cong said in a low voice: "Some time ago, Chen Zhongwen disappeared for some reason, and after returning to Chen's Mansion, his heart was broken and he became a waste, but he said that he was broken by you. Everyone in the Chen Mansion now regards you as an enemy, and Chen Shuwen even found someone to make a poem in advance for today's literary meeting. ”

"Whether it is poetry or song, after reaching the humanities meeting, any article will have the original treasure when it is written. Even if Chen Shuwen asked someone to write, how could he hide it from these guests who participated in the meeting?" Zhang Yi was curious.

Chen Cong shook his head, saying that he didn't know, but Chen Shuwen dared to do this, he must be completely prepared. Footsteps sounded outside the door, Chen Cong hurriedly said goodbye to Zhang Yi, slipped out of the back door, and returned to the front of Yingxian Tower.

Zhang Yibai couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it anymore. Today, Yingxian Building is full of friends, even if Chen Shuwen buys the Zhenguo article, he will definitely make him and Chen Fu lose face!

He shook his head and returned to his seat to continue the previous conversation with Chen Liang and Zhang Lin. (To be continued.) )