fake prince

Chapter 82

The young man in the green shirt spoke lukewarmly, and the savage Daoist felt helpless. He had offended Su Ziji once, even if he had served as a warning last time, he had volunteered to help these days and worked hard, but he still had a knot in his heart.

At the moment, the wild Taoist handed Su Ziji a stove, and shook off the simmering towel on the stove: "My lord, wipe your face with a hot towel."

Shake open another greased paper bag, inside is sauced beef and fennel beans, but it is a drink accompaniment.

"Young master, you are a scholar, and now you have won the top case. You can look forward to raising people and Jinshi in the future."

"And me?" Ye Daoist said bitterly, "Since I was young, my teacher taught Qimen Dunjia, observing the sky and observing geography."

"I thought that after I came out, I would look for the Lord of the Ming Dynasty, assist in important affairs, enshrine my wife and son, and don't want the world to be peaceful, and the world will return to my heart. Although I have the skill of slaying dragons, I can only follow the loaches, crawling in the mud to make a living."

Saying that, he took out a porcelain bottle, poured a glass of wine and put it in front of Su Ziji, then raised his hand and let out a "goo", and did it first: "I couldn't help it at the time, there was something offended, I hope I can drink it after I make amends." For the sake of this, please forgive me a little bit."

"You are a mere down and out Taoist, and you actually learned the dragon slaying technique?" Su Ziji said in a mocking tone, after thinking about it, he drank the glass of wine: "Forget it, although you and I have a small conflict, it's not the same. There is no major damage, and for the sake of your help these days, it will be evened out."

"... Mr. Xie." Ye Daoist breathed a sigh of relief secretly, picked up the porcelain bottle, poured a cup for him, and drank it all by himself, blood flushed on his pale face: "Luolu, what's wrong with Luolu?"

"That Zhang Dacuo who died suddenly is still the seed of a dragon and snake!"

"Pfft..." Su Ziji almost sprayed half a sip of wine on the opposite side, and quickly avoided the side, couldn't help coughing again and again, and pointed: "Are you joking, Zhang Dacuo, the leader of the mere gang, is still the leader of the dragon and snake." kind?"

"Young master, what are you laughing at?"

"During the 500 years of the Great Wei Dynasty, I don't know how many dragons and snakes have been suppressed, and the so-called dragons and snakes are not as strong as you think. Once the sky is lost, isn't it natural to degenerate into a loach crawling in the mud?" Wild Taoist I can't help feeling: "The ancients argued whether the times make heroes, or the heroes make the times. In my opinion, there must be a time before a man can be outstanding. This is the emergence of heroes."

"When the Taizu of this dynasty flattens all the heroes and the world is peaceful, it means that the heroes have created the heaven and established the fortune for hundreds of years."

Su Ziji was stunned, and couldn't help but look sideways. Originally, he thought the wild Taoist was a charlatan, and he actually looked down on him in his heart, but after saying a few words, he could see his level.

Times make heroes, or heroes make times. In the past, there were endless debates in the world, and no one could convince anyone. Now the sharp point hits the nail on the head, and the whip penetrates into it. Suddenly, Su Ziji no longer dares to underestimate it.

Su Ziji sat down slowly, his color had changed, he poured a glass for the wild Taoist, the wild Taoist picked up the wine glass, swallowed, and remained silent for a while.

But seeing the misty rain outside the car, for a long time, the wild Taoist sighed softly: "I've been playing with the loach. I'm in my forties. Although I can't say that I can't achieve anything, I'm just doing my job. My hands are dirty as a last resort. I see fifty." Destiny, I don't have that many thoughts, in fact, my help this time is not only to apologize to the young master, but also to find a way out for myself."

"Young master can read and have a bright future in the future, but there are always some trivial things to do, and you can leave these to me."

"I just ask that the son will become an official in the future, and he can give him a teacher."

"..." This is bowing after accepting the head, Su Ziji was speechless, watching from the car, it was raining heavily outside, and couldn't help laughing: "Sir, aren't you afraid that you will lose all your money if you make a wrong bet?"

The wild Taoist turned his face slightly, and took a look at Su Ziji. The half-new and not old green shirt was worn on the young man. For a moment, there seemed to be an indescribable charm. He smiled: "That's because I don't see people well , deserved to be down and out."

"Well, I really need people!" Su Ziji smiled, his tone was no longer lukewarm, but softened: "If you help me, I will definitely give you treatment, and I won't just let the cows plow and not let the cows eat material."

Ye Daoist really breathed a sigh of relief before he wanted to speak. Suddenly, the car jolted and asked the driver, "What's the matter, why did it stop?"

"We've arrived at the wharf, but there is only a short distance. The officials are building roads and canals, so we have to walk there."

Su Ziji took a look. There were indeed people digging and repairing roads and canals along the road section of several hundred meters, and several tolerance officers were patrolling. Those who build bridges and roads, manage rivers and canals, and transfer grain to grain, etc., are not exempted from corvee until they are 50 years old.

If he hadn't obtained his fame through the examination, he would have to serve corvee service when he turned 15.

Just after getting out of the car, a middle-aged man came over from a kiosk.

"You are the head of Su's case, right?" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Su Ziji, bowed his head, and said, "My son ordered me to send you an invitation card to invite you to participate in the cultural meeting in Fucheng."

The middle-aged man went to Su's house first, and was told by the neighbors that the priest would go to Fucheng, so he waited at the pier, and now he finally got someone.

Su Ziji received it in his hand, unfolded it, and smiled immediately: "So it's Mr. Zhang, this is a reading club? Please rest assured, I will definitely attend the meeting on time."

Su Ziji casually handed the invitation to his new younger brother Ye Taoist, took a few steps forward, and explained to Ye Buhui: "The one who invited me is Mr. Zhang Modong and Mr. Zhang whom we met on the painting boat."

"It's him?" As a chess player, Ye Buhui has some impressions of Zhang Modong. He is good at chess, especially after waking up, it seems that his spiritual aperture has been opened, and his progress is rapid.

"This young master is a good man." Thinking of Zhang Modong's good background and being very polite from the beginning, Ye Buhui nodded, not objecting to Su Ziji's association with such a person.

"Yeah, it's really considerate." In order to take care of him, who is in mourning, the so-called Wenhui specifically pointed out that it was just a reading club, not entertainment.

The literary meeting held by Zhang Modong will go to Lanmei Academy in Fucheng seven days later.

These days, Su Ziji carefully chose to participate in two literary fairs in the county, repaid all the money he owed to others, and finally became debt-free.

He is kind to people, as long as he is not an enemy, even a beggar, he will not speak bad words. Even if he is a scholar now, he is polite to Tong Sheng and even Bai Ding who have helped him before, and he will give some of his own Experience, tell them patiently.

Because the son-in-law was in mourning, any literature meeting that invited Su Ziji to participate did not have wine and entertainment, it was just a reading club, and the people who would come would naturally have ambitions for the imperial examination. Su Ziji's experience said, Just what they needed.

After the two essay meetings, Su Zi's reputation spread among the students of Linhua County.

Su Ziji knew very well that if he became an official in the future, the importance of connections and reputation would make him act like this. As for the prince's bloodline, he could plan ahead, but he never took it as a fact first.

Besides, even if it is the blood of the prince, don't you want people?
On the contrary, the more people are needed, so the wild people go to him, and he accepts them calmly.

(End of this chapter)