The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 201:

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The mule named Daqing shook his head and snorted, which seemed to mean that if he dared to deduct my rations, I would slack off and let him carry it himself.

Zhaoer burst out laughing, pointed at Daqing and said, "Look, even Daqing protested."

Jiang Wu turned his head and looked at the girl who was smiling wantonly, with a strange light shining in his eyes. Fortunately, Daqing knew the road and was docile, otherwise he would have led a car of three people into a ditch beside the road.

When Xue Tingyan from behind saw this scene, her face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He was so upset and angry that he actually forgot about Jiang Wu.

In that dream, Jiang Wu had been coveting Zhao'er.

Jiang Wu was two years older than Zhao'er, but he never married. If Zhao'er hadn't been his child bride, the Jiang family would have come to propose marriage.

Even so, Jiang Wu never gave up. Once he even came to him and told him that he wanted to marry Zhaoer, asking him not to be so selfish and letting Zhaoer free. He also said that he and Zhao'er would support him in his studies and treat him as his own brother. Only then did he find out about this.

He was shocked and angry. At the same time, he also remembered that Zhao'er had been unwilling to marry him. He mistakenly thought that Zhao'er had an affair with Jiang Wu, so he took advantage of his parents' orders to marry her by force. Later, it happened by chance. When I got the chance, I realized that he had wrongly blamed her.

This incident has always been a scar between the two. Even though they never mentioned it again, there was a gap. After that, he was busy with his career, while Zhao'er was busy with business. The two didn't see each other for a long time, and even if they did, they rarely talked until he went to Beijing to take the exam after winning the imperial examination.

The man in the dream once thought after Zhao'er's death, if he had not been so despicable and forced it on his parents' orders, Zhao'er would not have died.

But this kind of thought is like a dragonfly on water, just passing by in a flash. Thinking about it at this time, he is probably despicable in his heart. Even if he is not the Xue Tingyan in the dream, he has never thought of making any move. Walk.

She was supposed to be his, but when he still seemed to understand, someone would always point at her and say, this is his future wife, right?

"Brother Jiang Wu, you'd better watch the road. This road is uneven. Don't bring us all into the ditch."

Xue Tingyan's voice successfully interrupted Jiang Wu and Zhao'er's chatter and laughter, as if a very ignorant person suddenly appeared, causing the originally warm atmosphere to suddenly cool down.

Zhaoer laughed dryly: "Look at me, I was only talking to you about the business, and I forgot that you were still driving. Fortunately, Daqing was smart, otherwise I would have fallen."

Da Qing shouted, looking very proud.

Jiang Wu subconsciously glanced back and met the young man's dark eyes. These eyes made him feel guilty for no reason, but he soon felt confident again.

He knew that the Xue family's son-in-law didn't like having children, and he also knew that the second wife of the Xue family originally took the child as a daughter, not a child bride. The idea of ​​a child bride was just passed around from person to person in the village, and the second wife of the Xue family entrusted her with it before they died.

Not only that, he also knew that Zhaoer only regarded the other party as his younger brother and had no intention of getting married to the other party.

The young man is undoubtedly thin. Although he is handsome, his face is still a bit immature. Such a young man made the strong and powerful Jiang Wu feel inexplicably condescending. He smiled heartily and said nonchalantly: "Don't be afraid, dog. Brother Jiang Wu drives the car every day and can walk back with his eyes closed."

Xue Tingyan said nothing, pursed her lips and lowered her head.

When Zhao'er saw this, he immediately understood whether the name Gouzi made the little man feel uncomfortable again. But facing Jiang Wu, she couldn't put on a cold face. She could only smile and say: "Brother Jiang Wu, I told you that the dog has a name. It's called Ting Yan, Xue Ting Yan."

"This name is quite elegant."

"Yeah, so don't call me doggy doggyuzi from now on, because it doesn't sound good."

While talking, the car has arrived at Yuqing Village.

Jiang Wu inertly walked around to the end of the village before stopping. Zhao'er and Xue Tingyan got out of the car.

"When will the sale be done? Just tell me a time and I will pick you up then."

"Aren't you going to be busy in town tomorrow, and you need to pack up those clothes. When I'm ready, I'll go to your house and give you a letter."

Zhao'er also thought that in two days there would be a competition between Xue Tingyan and Xue Juncai. She would have to wait until this matter was over before she could think about doing business.

"OK."

*

Now that the matter was settled, they said goodbye to each other.

Jiang Wu drove home, while Zhao'er and Xue Tingyan walked home together.

Xue Tingyan didn't say anything along the way, just walked silently.

Zhao'er glanced at him: "What's wrong? You seem a little unhappy. Was Brother Jiang Wu angry when he called you a dog just now? He didn't know you were famous either. I told him that he would I won’t call you that again.”

He suppressed the jealousy in his heart and said in a low voice: "How come you are so familiar with him?"

"Brother Jiang Wu, you said, we haven't known each other since we were children. You forgot that Heizi was brought back by his dog after giving birth. Brother Jiang Wu is a very nice person and helped me a lot."

Xue Tingyan said nothing and stopped.

Zhaoer walked forward for a while, only to realize that he had not followed.

She came back after a few steps and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Why are you acting weird?"

He held his breath: "Don't forget, you have a man."

Zhao'er was stunned for a moment, then looked at him and laughed. But he just smiled and said nothing, which made Xue Tingyan angry and annoyed.

Don't think about it, she must have no good intentions.

Seeing that his fair face was red with anger, Zhao'er said hurriedly: "Okay, don't be angry, I know I have a man."

There was a teasing tone in her voice, and even though he knew she was trying to coax him, his heart still jumped several times.

Having the experience in the dream, Xue Tingyan knew that this was not the time for quarrels. Besides, there was Jiang Wu next to him who was eyeing him. He did not want to repeat the experiences in the dream again.

He couldn't help but reiterate: "I am doing it for your own good, so as not to be seen by the villagers and make irresponsible remarks." He did not dare to look at her, but stared at the ground aside, feeling confident and confident. With some guilt.

Seeing him talking about himself like an adult, with a fair face and a slightly childish face, I didn't know why I wanted to rub his head.

She did the same and said at the same time: "Okay, okay, you are right, I will listen to you."

He suddenly became even more angry, and felt a sense of powerlessness and discouragement.

Why does she always treat herself like a child!

*

Early the next morning, Zhao'er and Xue Tingyan went out.

When we arrived, Dongli House had just opened its doors. Xue Tingyan went to the clean room yesterday to continue copying books, while Zhao'er went to the yard behind the shop.

She discussed with Boss Chen and used this place to pack her clothes. Zhao'er had seen those clothes before, and they were all second-hand clothes. Since she wanted to make money, it was not good for the things to sell well, so she came here mainly to do this work today.

She borrowed the bamboo mat used to dry books in the shop, poured out the large package of clothes, sorted them first by men's and women's styles, and then divided them into several piles by texture and thickness, and then began to inspect the clothes one by one. Is there any broken place?

If there was a hole somewhere, she would sew it up with the needle and thread she brought. Zhao'er's needlework is pretty good, but he's not good at embroidery or anything like that, but he can sew and make some clothes or something.

She finally cleaned up the pile, looked at the sunny weather outside, and went to fetch water from the well in the courtyard. There was a windlass on the well, which was very convenient for fetching water. Zhao'er fetched a basin of water, soaked the clothes in the large wooden basin, and rubbed soapy water on them to wash them.

After washing and rinsing, the rice soup in the kitchen is also ready.

Although Boss Chen and the others did not cook in the shop, they always needed a place to boil water and make tea, so the fire was also turned on in the shop, and Zhao'er borrowed the stove to cook a large pot of rice soup.

She took out the cooked rice soup, poured it into a wooden basin, and added some water to it. It was best if it was slightly hot to the touch. Fang poured all the washed clothes into it and stirred it with a stick.

After stirring well, let it sit for half a cup of tea, pick up the clothes from the tub, and rinse them with water again.

This is what is called starched clothes. Starched clothes are straight and look like new ones as long as they don't fade. Some discerning people would even iron it, but since they didn't have the conditions, Zhao'er didn't plan to do that.

During this period, Boss Chen came in. Seeing that Zhao'er was very busy, he pointed at the various clothes hanging in the yard and said with a smile: "That's good of you. You treat my place as your own place. It is originally a place of elegance." , now you make it look like a laundry room."

Nowadays, there are places like starching rooms. Some people don’t want to wash their clothes at home, so they send their clothes to be washed in the starching room. The price is not expensive and it saves time and effort.

Knowing that Boss Chen was joking with him, Zhao'er also joined in the fun and said, "After Uncle Chen said this, it gave me another idea. When one day I run out of business, I will buy a laundry room." , when Uncle Chen brings the clothes, I will wash them for you for free."

"You girl, you are such a businessman." Boss Chen shook his head and laughed, and went back to the front.

The room where Xue Tingyan copied books was in this courtyard, and the big window happened to be facing the courtyard, so Zhao'er's every word and action was right before his eyes.

Usually he can be focused on nothing, but today it was better. He always went to see her intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at her running around in the yard, looking at her face that looked particularly lively in the sun, and looking at the beads of sweat on her forehead, she had no intention of copying a book. She only copied two pages in the morning. .

Boss Chen walked in and took a look, then followed his gaze and looked at Zhao'er: "You are lucky to have such a woman in the stall."

Xue Tingyan did not speak.

Boss Chen asked again: "By the way, where have you reached in your studies?"

"I have finished studying the four books, but I can only read them but not understand them."

"It's not enough to only read but not understand. Now that you have entered university, you should start to learn Ming Jing. However, many teachers in rural schools have little knowledge and cannot teach anything. When you have nothing to do, You can read more books such as "The Four Books, Chapters and Sentences" and "The Annotations of Zhu Xi". Although it will not allow you to fully understand the scriptures, it will be somewhat helpful. The most important thing is to find a good school and have good teachers to teach you. Give me some pointers." Boss Chen pointed out.

After a pause, he added: "I heard from Zhao'er that he wanted to send you to Qinghe Academy. Instead of spending a lot of money to go to that kind of place, I suggest you go to Qingyuan Academy."

"Qingyuan Academy?" Xue Tingyan was stunned for a moment and said.

Boss Chen thought that he did not know, or that he was like the common people who had heard some rumors and were deceived by the illusion, and said: "This Qingyuan Academy is one of the oldest schools in Huyang Township, and it was once famous throughout the Xia Dynasty. County, at that time, half of the people who passed the county examination in our township every year came from Qingyuan Academy, and there were not a few scholars who passed the examination. It’s just that in recent years, because of the sudden rise of Qinghe Academy, it seems to be in decline."

Boss Chen’s voice was low, as if he was sighing endlessly, but suddenly turned high and very angry: "Everyone in the world values ​​fame and wealth, and is easily fooled by illusions. Little did they know that Qinghe Academy used opportunistic methods. Then The owner of the museum, Gao Youzhi, relied on his relationship with Magistrate Hu to succumb to his influence. All the money allocated by the imperial court to the county to support local social studies and village studies flowed into the Qinghe Academy. The two of them worked together to enrich themselves.

"The owner of the Qingyuan Academy is an upright person and does not want to associate with him. In addition, the Qingyuan Academy has given many preferential treatment to the children from poor families. Without this silver subsidy, he can only encourage and support. The presiding county The county magistrates who took the exam all looked at Qinghe Academy with special attention, and students who wanted to enroll also flocked there. The reputation of Qingyuan Academy has gradually declined in recent years."

==Chapter 1==

He knew he was dreaming again.

This dream appeared in his life for decades, day and night, entangled, seemingly deep into the bone marrow, and like flesh and blood. You can't throw it away, you can't dig it away, and if you don't come back for a day, it feels like something is missing.

But he had never had such a clear dream, so clear that it seemed like it was real.

"Dog, why are you so stubborn? Isn't my money your money? Why do I make money? Isn't it just to support your education and make you feel proud?"

"Why are you so stubborn? You said you are so stubborn, who are you showing your stubbornness to?!"

"I know you don't like me, but I've been like this for many years and I can't change it! I don't plan to change it either!"

"Look at Hong'er, does he look like you?"

……

Xue Tingyan suddenly felt someone shaking her. She opened her tired eyes and saw a dim inner room. Hu San's face was no longer young. Even the lines on the tent were so familiar. Only then did he realize that he was dreaming.

It’s just that the dream was too clear. The scent of sorghum in the air and the stubborn curve of her mouth made him immersed in it. There were also her tears of anger, which were crystal clear and shining with colorful light. He wanted to reach out and touch them, but was shaken awake.

"Sir, it's time to drink medicine."

Xue Tingyan was propped up and fed medicine. He was extremely ill and had to be served by someone even to drink medicine. He was no longer like Xue Shoufu, a highly respected minister who had dominated the court for decades.

Oh, no, he is no longer the chief assistant.

He has written a letter begging for his bones and plans to return to his hometown to retire. The Holy Spirit has approved it, but he has no hometown to return to and no relatives to rely on.

Actually, he didn't plan to go back.

"Master Zhang, Master Wang and Master Li and Master Cao all came to visit you, but they blocked the door at your request. They have been here every day, and today they are here again. Do you want to see me?"

What can they do? They didn't think that his illness was a stopgap measure, waiting for him to stand up and continue leading them to fight against the emperor, but he was really ill, terminally ill, and medicine was ineffective.

"Missing."

"Then please sleep a little longer, sir."

The room became quiet again, and Xue Tingyan's eyelids became heavy again. He blinked again and again and fell into sleep again.

……

"How can Mr. Wang have time to see me?"

Wang Mingsheng's eyes were a little complicated, but there was a smile on his face: "After all, we are ministers of the same court, so I should come to visit the Chief Minister out of emotion and reason."

"I didn't expect you, Wang Mingsheng, to say such false words, but are you here to see if I am dying for the emperor?" Xue Tingyan said sarcastically.

He is obviously an old man with a haggard face and is obviously on the verge of death, but just because of his calm, calm and somewhat unfathomable eyes, people dare not ignore him in the slightest.

After all, this is Xue Shoufu, and this name alone is enough to intimidate everyone. It was the deep-rooted legacy left by Xue Tingyan's three dynasties and decades of experience in the court. It was like a towering ancient tree with intertwined roots. He didn't have to do anything, just standing there was enough to scare everyone.

Otherwise, why would the new emperor have exhausted all his means, yet he still dared not act rashly and only dared to take that roundabout strategy.

"It seems that your Majesty has a lot of misunderstandings."

Xue Tingyan chuckled, half-closed her eyes, and said nothing, apparently too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Actually, I'm here for myself. I'm just here to see how the villain who abandoned his wife and son to join a dragon and a phoenix is ​​now in a miserable state of being alone. I'm afraid Master Xue is dead now, and he doesn't even wear sackcloth or mourning. He has no descendants. In fact, Mr. , or are you afraid that your true identity will be known to the world, reviled by others, and will be infamy for thousands of years?"