After Zhuang Jing'an and the others left, Yunyi found out that the manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions" on the desk was also taken away by Zhuang Xinyan as a temporary post.

Looking at the empty desk, Yun Yi instantly felt that the rock sugar water in the bowl was gone.

If Mr. Zhuang knew that he was writing a script, would he scold himself for not doing his job?

However, this question did not bother Yun Yi for long, because Shen Youwei told him something more troublesome.

This little girl ignored her advice and secretly gave Zhuang Xinyan a piece of soap.

According to the little girl, when Zhuang Xinyan was studying ink for herself, her long skirt was accidentally stained with ink.

Because she was worried that she would not be able to clean it off with a soap corner, he gave her a bar of soap.

The matter of the manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions" can be shirked by myself, saying that it is a game work in my spare time.

But how can you explain such a magical thing as soap?

I just hope that Mr. Zhuang doesn't pay attention to these details!

I spent the night so depressed.

Early the next morning, Yun Yi picked up his bookcase and hurried towards Linjiang City.

The manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions" is the capital of his own life, even if he is reprimanded by Mr. Zhuang, he will get it back.

In addition, although Mr. Zhuang had already promised to accept himself as an apprentice yesterday.

However, due to the old man's mood swings too much yesterday, the two did not hold an apprenticeship ceremony.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was supreme in Confucianism and Taoism, and the most important etiquette.

Therefore, in the matter of apprenticeship, Yun Yi categorically did not dare to be ambiguous.

After repaying the arrears of the Zhou family, Yunyi only had less than two taels of silver left in his hand.

It's not difficult to make up this amount of money for the six ceremonies, but Yunyi doesn't have any income at present.

If all this money is spent, then it will be difficult to make a living in the future, let alone studying.

After careful consideration, Yunyi still decided to make some innovations in the binding ceremony.

Sugar is still a rarity on the market, so it's not shabby as a gift.

As for the other kind of gift brought by Yunyi, it is the refined salt that has just been refined.

Thinking of Zhuang Jing'an's performance yesterday, Yun Yi felt that it was necessary to find something for him to do.

It is said that once the elderly retire, there will be spiritual emptiness.

This Mr. Zhuang has now returned to his hometown, but he is still concerned about the world's society and the people of Limin.

If he can't find something to do to relieve his mood, he will put all his energy into himself.

In the previous life, those retired old cadres looked at "Sun" Jackie Chan, but Yun Yi had seen too much.

When the old bird can't fly, it always pins its hopes on the chicks.

I still have a big plan to make money to do, but I can't focus all my energy on my studies.

After all, his goal is just to gain a reputation.

As for that kind of official who works hard in the form of a case, let's let someone else do it!

If you want to divert Zhuang Jing'an's attention, refined salt is a good breakthrough.

The promotion of refined salt can benefit the world, but although the salt industry is a government-run enterprise, it relies on salt merchants.

It is just right to leave such a thing that affects the whole body to the old gentleman to operate.

It can not only consume his energy, but also disperse the firepower for himself, which is simply the best of both worlds.

It's just that when Yunyi arrived at the county seat in an ox cart, he heard a news that surprised him.

Zhuang Jingan is sick.

When the housekeeper of the Zhuang Mansion left from Luming Academy, the news was like having wings, and it quickly flew all over the entire Linjiang County.

Countless people who thought they had a good relationship with the Zhuang Mansion came to the door to hand over the greeting posts and wanted to visit, but they were all rejected by the Zhuang family without exception.

For a while, students all over the city were speculating about the cause of Mr. Zhuang's illness.

"Did you hear that? Yesterday Mr. Zhuang returned from outside the city, and someone heard him looking crazy in the carriage, crying and laughing, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit. ”

"Mr. Zhuang is a great Confucian in the dynasty, and his righteousness lasts forever, how can he be evil!"

"I heard that Mr. Zhuang went to Yunyi's house in Taoyuan Village yesterday, do you think it would be that Yunyi who made Mr. Zhuang angry like this?"

"Yunyi in Taoyuan Village? Why haven't I heard of it! ”

"Hey, it's the kid who beat Ye Liangchen and won the first place at the poetry meeting."

"If you say that, it's really possible! I heard that the kid was removed from the private school for stealing the master's poems, and I don't know if it's true or not? ”

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Rumors are like dandelion seeds, when the wind blows, they float everywhere.

When Yunyi inquired all the way to the front of Zhuangfu, the students of the entire Linjiang County seemed to have reached a consensus:

Mr. Zhuang was angry with Yunyi's unbearable thing.

Zhuang Mansion Compound.

Zhuang Xinyan and Han Qingyun were waiting anxiously outside the door of the study.

After returning home yesterday, Zhuang Jing'an didn't even eat dinner, so he locked himself in the study.

Except for asking the housekeeper to go to Linjiang Academy to help him take leave, he never came out again.

Regarding the rumors from the outside world, the Zhuang family with the door closed is naturally not clear.

So when Yunyi knocked on the door of the Zhuang Mansion with a bookcase on his back, the housekeeper politely but undoubtedly told Yun Yi that the Zhuang Mansion was closed today.

Ren Yunyi's mouth was dry, and the housekeeper still just smiled at each other, but he didn't open the door.

Later, I happened to meet the driver who was driving yesterday, and Yunyi walked into the Zhuang Mansion through layers of communication.

"Brother Yun, after grandpa came back last night, he didn't even eat dinner, so he locked himself in the study, you go and persuade him!"

Seeing Yunyi come to the door, Zhuang Xinyan hurriedly prayed with red eyes.

"Don't worry, girl, in my opinion, Mr. Zhuang should be thinking about some questions, and when he figures it out, he will naturally come out."

Yun Yi glanced at the study with the door closed, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

This old gentleman, why bother yourself so much!

"Grandpa Zhuang is old, and he hasn't eaten a drop of water for so long, Xinyan is worried that his body can't bear it."

Han Qingyun next to her saw Zhuang Xinyan wipe her tears again, and hurriedly explained.

It's just that her eyes when she looked at Yun Yi were quite weird, as if she wanted to see through Yun Yi, but she was too shy to look at each other.

As soon as Zhuang Jing'an returned home yesterday, he locked himself in the study.

Zhuang Xinyan was in a hurry, so she stuffed the post mixed with the manuscript to Han Qingyun.

Thus, the first reader of "Dream of Red Mansions" in the Great Zhou Dynasty was born.

If those manuscripts weren't written in Yunyi's unique cursive, Han Qingyun still couldn't believe that the resounding words were actually written by Yunyi.

Thinking of the story of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu in the script, Han Qingyun's curiosity about Yunyi couldn't help but increase a little.

The question that Zhuang Jing'an was thinking about, Yun Yi could faintly guess a few points.

However, these problems are not suitable for you to solve them.

After all, the eggshell is pecked open from the inside to hatch the chicks.

But considering Zhuang Jing'an's physical condition, Yun Yi was also in a dilemma for a while.

"Miss, Miss, there is a fourth prince Zhao outside who handed over a post, saying that he wanted to see the master."

The housekeeper respectfully handed a gilded greeting card to Zhuang Xinyan, ignoring Yunyi's rolling eyes at him.

When he came by himself just now, the housekeeper refused to report it.

Now that this fourth prince of Zhao just sent a gilded greeting post, the housekeeper came to spread the word.

What a master of watching people cook!

It's just that this fourth son of Zhao Si can't be the legendary Nicholas Zhao Si, right?

Yun Yi thought about it with a bad taste, and heard Han Qingyun frown and wondered, "Why is he here?" ”