The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 56:

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Since Xue Tingyan made up his mind to copy the book, Zhao'er had no reason to object.

However, she also made great ambitions to earn a lot of money in the future and no longer let him worry about a book, which is not mentioned here.

After Zhao'er helped him lay out the paper, he went to find a suitable needle and thread, planning to bind him after he finished writing.

Xue Tingyan laughed a little, but didn't say anything. He picked up the pen and started writing seriously on the paper.

He planned to copy all the books he had memorized because he discovered a problem. After having that dream, 'Xue Tingyan' had a more and more profound impact on him, including his own memory. Impact.

Especially all the books he has learned since elementary school. He had gone through the memory of that dream before, and he had memories of some of the books from elementary school and even college, but his memory was extremely vague, and many of the more detailed things had been forgotten.

He thought about the reason and felt that 'he' seemed to be very disgusted with the memory of studying hard in the cold window, so he had been avoiding it. In addition, the Xue Tingyan in the dream lived for more than seventy years. Since he passed the Jinshi examination, he has been addicted to officialdom battles, but he has not cared about his own knowledge.

Many years have passed, and his memory is more about the ups and downs of officialdom, the various forces in the party struggle, and the speculation of the people, rather than the original essence of a scholar.

Seriously speaking, 'Xue Tingyan' is not a real scholar, he is just a politician.

But it is obvious that he does not need these things now. It is like a young child possessing a sword. He knows the significance of these things to his future. But today, all a young child needs is a piece of clothing, or just food and clothing.

But these memories have begun to affect his own memory. He doesn't want to forget what he has learned. What he needs to do now is to consolidate his memory and combine it with 'Xue Tingyan's' advanced cognition of many things to comprehensively understand it. It's the right path.

The best way to understand everything is to copy books.

Obviously this yellow bamboo paper is of very poor quality, and the writing force must be light or heavy. If it is light, the ink will be uneven, and if it is heavy, it will smear. However, Xue Tingyan writes on it as if there is nothing, like flowing clouds and flowing water. The handwriting on it is full and round, and particularly majestic.

Zhaoer held his breath, not even daring to say a word. His eyes fell on Xue Tingyan, who was writing rapidly, and suddenly he had the illusion that the little man had grown up.

Xue Tingyan quickly wrote a piece of paper. He was about to take it away to dry when Zhao'er quickly took it and carefully spread it out on the kang. Her eyes were attracted by those words. She couldn't tell how beautiful they were, they just felt like paintings.

During this period, Xue Tingyan wrote another one.

Just like that, Xue Tingyan wrote, and the children were dried, and soon the kang was covered with paper.

A three-character classic contains only a thousand words, so Xue Tingyan finished it quickly.

He put down the pen, took a deep breath, and moved his wrist a few times. He hadn't written at such a high density for a long time, which was a challenge to his wrist strength.

"Actually, I can copy books to support my family." He suddenly said.

He had been thinking about this for a long time. In his dream, he only read books. He really did not listen to anything outside the window and only read the books of sages. However, it was Zhaoer who had been working hard to support the family.

In the past, 'he' was helpless and lamented about this situation, but he was unable to do anything. In addition, Zhao'er was really capable and had a talent for doing business that no one else had, and he was meticulous about everything. He was never allowed to worry about money, so he stopped thinking about it.

Looking back, he realized that 'he' cared about this matter more than he thought. Since he could earn one or two silver coins to support his family now, why not give it a try.

How can a man be raised by a woman? He should be the one who provides her with shelter from wind and rain. He didn't understand at this time in the dream, but fortunately he understands now.

"Copying books to make money?" Zhao'er shook his head repeatedly: "How can that be possible? It's hard work and hurts the eyes."

"You can't be that exaggerated. Look, I copied a book in just a moment." He sorted all the pages into a pile and gave them to Zhao'er for binding.

"Copying books can make money and read books at the same time, so why not do it. I remember that there is a bookstore in the town that will find some poor scholars to help copy books and sell them. You can go to the town tomorrow and buy these books. Show it to the bookstore owner. If it works, pick up a book for me and try it out first."

At this point, he paused: "Well, I'll go with you. We'll go to town together tomorrow."

"Is this really possible?" Zhao'er would always hesitate when it came to matters involving little men.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

*

Now that the matter was settled, the two of them got up early the next day and went out without even having breakfast at home.

Yuqing Village is a small village located under Huyang Town. In fact, Huyang Town is also Huyang Township, but it is named after the town. There are dozens of villages like this in Huyang Town, and Yuqing Village is considered one of the larger villages.

It takes nearly an hour to walk from Yuqing Village to the town. It would be faster if you take an ox cart or mule cart. There are cars from the village below to the town every day. The ox-cart is slow and cheap, and you can ride it for just two cents. Mule carts were expensive, costing four cents per person, but their speed was not comparable to that of ox carts.

After leaving Yuqing Village and walking forward, they reached a fork in the road and walked west for a while. Zhao'er and Xue Tingyan stopped and stood under a big tree on the side of the road waiting for the bus.

Although their clothes were simple, they were both neat and tidy, especially Zhao'er, who actually wore men's clothes.

"So every time you go out, you have to walk through the vegetable field behind just to change into these clothes?"

Zhao'er nodded, feeling a little guilty. But now that she had made her decision, she was already prepared for the worst. Fortunately, Xue Tingyan only showed a hint of surprise when he saw it, but didn't show much disgust.

"It's easier to wear it like this when going out. You won't recognize me as a girl."

Xue Tingyan pursed her lips and glanced at her.

The young man in front of him has a handsome appearance. From a man's point of view, he is a little thin, but there is really no sign that he has a daughter. After careful observation, he discovered that Zhao'er had thickened his eyebrows and that his chest had become flat.

It seems that he also noticed that the little man's eyes stayed on his chest for too long. Zhao'er explained: "This was too inconvenient, so I tied it with a cloth."

She said it very disapprovingly, as if she was talking about what we should eat for lunch, but Xue Tingyan felt like a waste of natural resources.

He recalled the dream, and Zhao'er's **** were very plump. He suddenly felt afraid that she would be squashed, and couldn't help but said: "Won't she be squashed?"

Zhao'er was a little surprised when she heard this. She didn't think much about it, so she said: "If you flatten it, just flatten it. It's useless anyway."

Just as she was talking, she saw a mule cart approaching not far away, so she waved over there, and naturally did not notice that Xue Tingyan's expression was very strange.

Xue Tingyan was a little surprised when he saw that he was riding a mule cart instead of an ox cart. He only knew that the mule cart was much more valuable than the ox cart. Zhao'er gave him the money for the carriage and took him into the carriage: "This carriage is faster. It will be there in a moment." In fact, Zhao'er was afraid that he would not be able to bear the bumps of the ox-cart when he was recovering from a serious illness, so he took the mule carriage if there was one.

The middle-aged man driving the cart smiled and chatted: "Brother, you are wise. This cart is not only fast, but also stable. It cannot be compared with an ox cart. By the way, is this your brother?"

Xue Tingyan, who was called his younger brother, turned dark.

It’s no surprise that people say he is Zhao’er’s younger brother. He is also dressed in a man’s attire. He is obviously thinner than Zhao’er and is half a head shorter.

Zhaoer was stunned for a moment, smiled and nodded: "Yes, he is my brother."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man had already driven the mule cart forward.

This car is indeed much faster than an ox cart, and it is not bumpy when running. The car will stop after a while and pick up one or two people. This special extended carriage can seat twelve people. The roof of the carriage is specially customized and some not too heavy things can be placed on it.

By the way, the biggest advantage of riding this mule cart is that it has a carriage that can keep out the dust, so you don’t have to find a place to pack yourself when you get to town.

"When I have money in the future, I will also buy this car." Zhao'er couldn't help but said to Xue Tingyan, finally showing a hint of childishness.

"Can you rush?"

She was stunned for a moment and then said: "I don't know how to rush, I can learn."

The problem is that you have done everything, even driving the car yourself, so what do you want a man to do? Xue Tingyan thought silently in her heart, and then realized that in the dream, he seemed to be of no use as a man.

It seems that he will learn to drive a car in the future. Xue Tingyan secretly made a decision.

*

After the mule cart was filled with people, it finally stopped stopping along the way to pick up people.

After almost a quarter of an hour, the city wall of Huyang Town was visible in the distance.

The mule cart stopped not far from the city gate. Everyone on the cart got out of the cart, and Zhao'er took Xue Tingyan to the town.

Huyang Town is neither big nor small. Most of the places Zhao'er went to before were the East Market, which sells the most groceries, but this time he mainly went to bookstores, so he had to go to Nan Market. went.

The previous dynasty valued culture over military affairs. This kind of folk custom did not die out after the wars at the end of the previous dynasty. On the contrary, the reason why Emperor Tai/Ancestor of Dachang came to power in the first place was because of the support of a group of civil servants in the previous dynasty. Hey, the more popular it becomes.

Even the common people who are illiterate can say that all things are inferior, only those who are good at reading can be seen from this.

Even in a small place like Huyang Town, any family with some spare money will send their children to a private school for two years. It's best if you can get the title by taking the exam, but if you can't get the few words you can by the title, the workmanship will be cheaper.

This kind of folk custom has led to several bookstores and bookstores in the town. For example, there is a street in Nanshi selling pens, inks, paper and inkstones, as well as other supporting supplies, all of which are business for scholars.

Although Zhao'er is not a scholar, she has bought bamboo paper for Xue Tingyan several times, so she is familiar with the place. However, she did not lead Xue Tingyan to go immediately. Instead, she went around and around to a place with many food stalls, found a noodle stall, and planned to have breakfast before going there.

"This meal in the morning is the most important. In order to rush for time, we even delayed breakfast. Sharpening the knife will not delay the work of chopping wood. Let's go when we are full."

The owner of the Zhaoer Guan Noodle stall ordered two bowls of noodles.

This piece of noodles is a unique delicacy of Pingyang Province. It is made of buckwheat noodles and sorghum noodles, with a dark red complexion. It is topped with tofu, fungus, and mushrooms. It is fragrant and makes your mouth water. .

"The slices at this restaurant are particularly delicious, please try them."

Xue Tingyan tasted it and it was really delicious.

Not to mention the craftsmanship, at least the portions are large and the ingredients are sufficient. Unlike the food cooked by the Xue family, oil and salt are reluctant to be added, and it tastes bland and tasteless.

However, the price is also expensive. Xue Tingyan finished a large bowl of rips and gave him eight cents when he paid the bill. This means that this bowl of rips is four cents. Eight cents is enough to buy most of it. A pound of meat.

"Is it delicious?" Zhao'er was still asking him as he walked towards Nanshi.

"It's just a bit expensive."

It is indeed a bit expensive for Xue Tingyan. He has not had much pocket money since he was a child. The only chance to make some money is the few cents of new year's money given by Mr. Xue every year.

In his dream, these few pennies were really nothing, but it was these two strange thoughts mixed together that made Xue Tingyan feel very strange.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. You don't come to town often, so if you finally come here, I will take you to have a good meal."

It was really a good meal. Even though Zhao'er was looking at the accounts with a calm expression, in fact, when she came to town alone before, she would only buy a steamed bun to eat when she was hungry.

She was never willing to part with herself and always wanted to save more, but she was very willing to give up to Xue Tingyan, trying her best. So every time she thought of everything in her dream, Xue Tingyan couldn't believe that she would be the one who killed her wife and children.

"When I make money from copying books, I will bring you here to eat every day." He couldn't help but said.

The sun has come out, and the pale golden sunlight shines on the boy's still slightly immature face. The fair face is like the finest white jade, with fine hairs on it. The slightly white lips were pursed nervously, and it was obvious that the young man was a little uncomfortable. He didn't dare to look directly at her, but looked to the side.

Zhao'er's smile got bigger and bigger, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub his head: "Silly dog, you can only make a little money by copying books, how can you come here to eat that every day." There was an expression on his face. Pamper.

The words were silenced in his dark pupils, and only then did Zhaoer realize what he had said and done.

She felt a little guilty, which was strange. She had never been afraid of little men before, but since he recovered from his illness, she was occasionally afraid of him.

It must be her imagination!

She retracted her hand and looked around. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she said, "Look, we're here." With that, she took the lead in stepping into the bookstore.

The young man's clear voice attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, including Qiao Xiucai and He Xiucai, who were complimenting each other on their humility.

Xue Juncai raised his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe that he didn't even think of how Xue Tingyan could exist.

I saw the gentle and thin young man holding his hands behind his back in a mature manner, pacing back and forth in the hall for a few steps, and said: "The upper hook is for the old, the lower hook is for the test, the old is for the child, and the child is for the old."

Actually, Xue Tingyan was not good at reciting poems and writing poems, but he couldn't resist the fact that the man in his dream lived a long life and had a wide market. There was a long-standing joke among scholars—

It is said that there was a gray-haired scholar who was taking the exam. The examiner knew from his appearance that he was an old boy who had failed the exam many times, so he deliberately made things difficult for him: "I will give you a couplet. If you can match it, I will So I took you."

The old boy felt bitter in his heart, but he did not dare to give in.

The examiner came up with a question: "The upper hook is for old students, the lower hook is for test. Old students are tested for young students, and young students are tested for old students."

Old Tongsheng asked for mercy and bowed, and replied: "One person is great, two people are heaven, heaven is great and human feelings are great, and human feelings are greater than heaven."

The flattery was so exquisite that the examiner was embarrassed to go back on his word and had no choice but to select him as a scholar.

In fact, as soon as I heard this story, I knew it was made up. Anyone who has participated in the college examination should know what the situation will be like. How can the examiner take the initiative to test an old boy? The examiner and the examinee will not talk to each other, and this is also to avoid it.

It was obviously compiled by some failed scholar to comfort people. Because it made people laugh, it spread among the scholars. It even extends to any official in the DPRK who is appointed as an academic adviser or presides over the examination of a new subject. Officials who are close to him will inevitably tell him not to be 'too generous'.

It is both a joke and a warning. Fraud in imperial examinations has always been involved in many things. Once you do something wrong, you will inevitably end up with no guarantee.

Xue Tingyan did not expect to hear this pairing here.

He didn't feel uneasy because the second line was borrowed, because winning against Xue Juncai had always been his biggest obsession.

It is now, and it was also in the dream.

In the dream, he was troubled by this matter for a long time, but after all kinds of efforts, he finally felt proud. It was because of his experience that he realized how much this kind of obsession affects a person's psyche. He has more ambitious goals, and there are still many things to do, and Xue Juncai is just an obstacle to him now. Getting over him is what he needs to do now.

As for why he abandoned the second line he came up with and chose to borrow this one. Xue Tingyan glanced at Xue Qingshan and Yang Zhong, thinking that they were extremely small and just making fun of them.

Obviously only Xue Qingshan and Yang Zhong are Tongsheng present, and although this pair is exquisitely matched, there is obviously a sense of ridicule. The old students take the exam, and the young students take the exam until they are old. This is undoubtedly the greatest ridicule and curse for a person who has failed to pass the exam for many years.

The faces of the two immediately turned purple, but they had to suppress it. At this time, He Xiucai and Qiao Xiucai were already high-fiving and applauding.

"Okay, that's right!"

Everyone seemed to have forgotten Xue Juncai. He Xiucai and Qiao Xiucai whispered for a few times, and then He Xiucai announced: "After the two of us unanimously decided, the winner is Xue Tingyu and Xue Xiaoyou."

"Xue Xiaoyou, I hope you can work hard and achieve fame as soon as possible." He said to Xue Tingyan in a friendly manner.

"Thank you two seniors for your encouragement. I will definitely work harder." Xue Tingyan bowed as a gift.

While the two scholars He Qiao and Xue Tingyan were talking, the villagers standing in the hall and outside had already started talking. Most of them were in admiration, but of course some were in disbelief and questioning.

Among them, the Xue family members were the most unbelievable, especially Xue Qingshan. He had been suppressing it before, but now he couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and said: "Just based on these, you can decide the outcome. You two Senior, are you too hasty?"

Seeing that both He Xiucai and Qiao Xiucai looked over, he shrank for a moment, then became confident again: "The winner has been decided just like this before the kid's pair has been made..."

He Xiucai looked displeased and ignored him. Instead, he asked Patriarch Xue with a cold face: "Does Patriarch Xue also have objections to my conclusion?"