The three of them went out of the bookstore.

Fu Ciyi grabbed her hand and placed the silver ingot on hers.

"Put it in your purse."

Yan Funing exclaimed: "This ten books are worth ten taels? ”

Fu Ciyi said lightly: "Yes, because there are many words." ”

Li Xinheng then deeply knew that smart people can make money.

He grew so big that he could count the number of times he saw ten taels of silver ingots on five fingers. Afraid that someone would see her red, she hurriedly stood in front of Yan Funing and used her burly body to help her block.

After Yan Funing put the silver ingot, Fu Ciyi patted Li Xinheng on the shoulder.

The three of them went back to the restaurant.

In the private room, the pavilion chief quietly ordered: "I want two servings of pork intestines and three servings of braised chicken feet." Don't shout loudly when you're ready to eat. ”

Feng didn't understand: "We will report the name of the dish when we serve it." ”

The pavilion chief pointed at his head: "Young man, don't be so unreasonable, who am I?" ”

"Pavilion Chief."

"Does the pavilion chief like to eat pig's intestine and chicken feet?"

Feng just wanted to say no, but when he saw the person in front of him, he changed his words and said, "Yes, aren't you?" ”

The pavilion chief smiled: "Just know how to measure, hurry up and serve the food." ”

"Okay!" Feng shook the cotton towel on his shoulder and shouted, "In the private room, the pig ......"

The last few words were forced back.

Afraid that the pavilion chief would reach out and call, Feng Man shrank his neck and hurriedly walked out of the private room.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Yan Funing coming back, and hurriedly called Liu Song, who had just come out of the account room: "Shopkeeper, the little shopkeeper is back." ”

When Liu Song saw Yan Funing, most of Shicai's anger disappeared: "The girl is here?" ”

"Uncle, my husband is free today, and he can help write the name of the dish." Yan Funing smiled sweetly, reached out and pulled Fu Ciyi's sleeve.

Liu Song glanced at his son, who was bowing his head at the moment, and greeted Yan Funing with a smile: "Okay." ”

When he turned his eyes and saw the cold Fu Ciyi, his smile was halved again.

Thinking that he was Yan Funing's husband and came to help the restaurant again, Liu Song raised his hand to ask: "The pen and ink have been prepared, and the empty brands are all made by woodworking, so I am waiting for the master to write." ”

Li Xinheng interjected: "My son-in-law is no longer a master, and the shopkeeper can be called differently." ”

"Oh, what's going on?" Liu Song's gossip started.

"My son-in-law is handsome, and he was taken by Lizheng's daughter, so he was stunned to let his son-in-law marry his daughter. Childe refused, so he was resigned from the position of village school master. Li Xinheng complained, "Shopkeeper, tell me about it, this matter is making trouble." ”

Liu Song was angry when he heard this: "The son already has a wife, how can he abandon it from the beginning?" ”

If Leng Bingbing marries Lizheng's daughter, where will Yan Funing be put aside?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and then I thought that this product could refuse Lizheng's daughter, indicating that he was worthy of Yan Funing, and immediately gave him a little good face: "The son did the right thing, and the master of the small village school is not right." ”

Fu Ciyi's face was cold throughout the whole process, as if their chatter had nothing to do with him.

only asked Yan Funing: "What dishes and drinks do you need to write?" ”

Yan Funing took out a piece of paper from under the bill in the corner of the counter: "Oh, it's all on top." ”

Fu Ciyi raised his hand and sleeves, dipped his pen in ink, and began to write.

There was silence in the lobby.

The guys gathered around first, and the guests in the lobby followed.

Fu Ciyi's expression was cold when he wrote, and there was an invisible aura around him, teaching the people present not to speak out easily.

The pavilion chief in the private room waited left and right, and did not see the pig's large intestine brought up, and the originally lively lobby was surprisingly quiet, so he stepped out of the private room.

I saw that there were many people surrounded by the counter on the inside and outside of the three floors.

Driven by curiosity, he squeezed through.

When people saw that it was the pavilion chief, they gave way to a small road.

The pavilion chief saw the words on the sign at a glance, and couldn't help but bow his head, raised his index finger and nodded: "Fu Ciyi, the first name of Lingxian Xiucai, really lives up to his name, and he writes well!" ”

The people present, including Liu Song, knew that the young man in front of him was the first talent in the county.

Everyone applauded and respected.

Liu Chengwen raised his eyes to look at the ceiling, and slandered in his heart, isn't he the first to show talent, he can also be admitted to show talent.

Fu Ciyi wrote the last sign and saluted the pavilion chief.

The pavilion chief said again: "You are a talent, I am very optimistic about you this autumn." ”

Fu Ciyi put down his pen and arched his hand: "Thank you, Pavilion Chief." ”

The pavilion chief looked at the words on the sign carefully, and said seriously: "Our Qingshan Academy needs talents like you, if you can come to the school, Qingshan will definitely be able to have a lot of talents." ”

Liu Chengwen, who had been standing quietly on the side, was dissatisfied: "What does the pavilion chief mean?" ”

The pavilion chief laughed loudly: "I want to invite Fu Ciyi to come to Qingshan Academy as a master, specializing in teaching students how to take the Xiucai exam." ”

It's not an easy task to get a show.

Those who can get the show will be able to shine on the lintel.

The cold young man in front of him is the first in Ling County, and he has a lot of valuable experience, thinking of this, Liu Song praised: "The pavilion chief has a good eye. ”

The pavilion chief looked at Fu Ciyi with a smile: "Do you agree?" ”

Fu Ciyi thought that as a man, he should take on the responsibility of supporting his family, and he should agree.

The pavilion director introduced: "Qingshan School can be said to be the only formal school in our Qingshan Town, and the students in it come from various village schools, and they are all over fifteen years old. ”

The pavilion chief introduced himself again: "In Xia Bucai, as the pavilion chief of Qingshan Town, he also served as the honorary chief of Qingshan Academy, and today he specially hired Fu Ciyi as the master of Qingshan Academy." ”

When you speak, you make a gesture.

Fu Ciyi raised his hand to return the salute.

"Because the students are not young, there are cases of skipping classes." As he spoke, the pavilion chief pointed to Liu Chengwen who was standing in the corner, "For example, Liu Chengwen often goes out to buy food, and I hope that the master can teach them strictly in the future." ”

Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly, it turned out that he was Liu Song's son, Liu Chengwen.

In this way, Fu Ciyi suddenly became Liu Chengwen's master.

Li Xinheng said happily: "Okay, my son-in-law has become a master again." ”

Suddenly, the pavilion chief laughed: "If I remember correctly, the master is nineteen this year, and Liu Chengwen has taken the Xiucai exam twice, and he is twenty this year." ”

As soon as these words came out, Liu Chengwen couldn't hold his face.

is dissatisfied that Fu Ciyi looks better than him and writes better than him.

Knowing that this person was the first person to show talents, he was even more displeased.

At this moment, he knew that this person was a year younger than him, but he had become his teacher, which made him extremely depressed.

I was in no mood for lunch at the moment.

"Dad, I'm not eating." I walked out of the restaurant.

Liu Song sees that his son is good anywhere, but his knowledge is not good.

Shicai was in the account room, and he had learned a lesson, and at this moment, he was angry when he saw that his son's mud could not support the wall.

"If you don't eat, you won't eat." Liu Song looked at Yan Funing, "Girl, let's eat." He turned his eyes and glanced at Fu Ciyi, "Master and son eat together." ”

In the future, Leng Bingbing is the son of his master, and he looks at him with a pleasing eye.

The pavilion chief walked up to Guy Feng and asked quietly, "Where are my dishes?" ”

Feng patted his head: "Oh, pig intestine!" ”

(End of chapter)