Ji Taoist

"Whether it works or not, as long as you are willing to write a letter of introduction, I am willing to present it on the spot."

The scholars next to him were excited and wanted to write it immediately, but Zhao Jinzhong suddenly said:

"Boss Yan is really generous, but let me say first, the letter of introduction is just an introduction. If your daughter really has this foundation, I think the gentlemen of the college will definitely welcome her arrival; but if not..."

When Zhao Jinzhong said this, Yan Buji also understood what he meant, and smiled:

"I, a rough man, really don't understand the affairs of scholars. But I can guarantee that this is all done by my daughter, and there is absolutely no fraud!"

Zhao Jinzhong nodded: "Okay, but let me go back to the academy to discuss this matter first, and I will give Boss Yan an answer tomorrow morning."

"Yes, yes, you all go and do your work first, then I won't bother you any more. All expenses in this restaurant today are free, and I look forward to hearing good news from you tomorrow." Yan Buji stood up, bowed and smiled.

Zhao Jinzhong and others also stood up and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Boss Yan."

After that, Yan Buji turned and left.

Zhao Jinzhong glanced at his friends next to him, covering his head, "Don't look like you've never seen money. This man is a wealthy man in Linshan City. He has the support of the government and has so many industries. He just gave you away with such a small amount of money?"

"Ah? Brother Zhao, what do you mean..."

"Humph, I'm a high school scholar now, and it's time to make a name for myself. It just so happens that there will be a Yangchun Literary Meeting jointly organized by students from several cities soon. I don't know how much it will cost. Do you think this mere 1,000 taels of silver can make any waves at the Yangchun Literary Meeting?"

Yangchun Literary Meeting!

The eyes of several scholars lit up, but then they became a little complicated.

This literary gathering is very famous. Not only the local prefect and other officials attended, but also many retired officials and several famous scholars came here. If they can appreciate it...

Although scholars sneer at money on the surface, in fact, it is really difficult to make a single step without money in interpersonal communication.

What's more, these scholars who are eagerly looking forward to the court officialdom?

A scholar hesitated and said, "But... to be honest, how can a business veteran like Yan Buji not see our idea of ​​raising the price? I really hate him, I'm afraid in the future..."

"Don't worry about what the old man thinks, he is just a businessman, and it's okay to talk business, but we are scholars! We won't fall for his tricks. Besides, when we go back to the academy, won't it be a good opportunity to ask the gentlemen if they are interested in accepting a female student?" Zhao Jinzhong took the answer sheet written by Yan Xirou, slapped it on his hand and smiled.

"Oh, that's it."

"Brother Zhao has a good idea!"

Several students looked at each other and laughed.

On the other side

After Yan Buji got off the carriage and walked into the gate of Yan's mansion, the servants and maids around him all bowed and shouted:

"Hello, Master!"

"Well, busy your business."

"Yes, Master."

Yan Buji walked into the living room, took off a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and pinched it.

After a while, an old servant came in from outside with a basket in his hand.

"Master, I'm back. I brought you some specialties from my hometown. Please try them." The old man hunched his old waist and came to offer the basket respectfully.

Yan Buji stood up and supported the old man: "Old Qian, you have been with me for ten years and you are still so polite? I would have died on the roadside without you."

Old Qian was in a panic. Seeing Yan Buji like this, he felt that although their status and position were very different now, he felt extremely warm in his heart. He was also glad that he followed the right master, so that he could have such a life today without worrying about food and drink and being respected by others.

"Master, you are so... good to us servants."

"Hahaha, I've also had a hard time, and it's not easy for everyone."

Yan Buji sat next to Lao Qian, reached out and took a piece of flower cake from the basket, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

"Well, it still tastes the same as it did back then."

Lao Qian smiled: "Master ate fifty in one breath back then, which scared me."

Yan Buji took out a silk scarf to wipe his mouth, smiled and shook his head: "I'm old too, I don't have the appetite I had back then, I'll take the rest back for Rou'er to taste."

"Yes, Master."

"By the way, how is your family?"

"Fortunately, I went home this time to handle the old woman's funeral. In the future...I'm afraid I can only ask Master not to drive me away, and I'll be satisfied if you give me a meal." Lao Qian lowered his head, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Lao Qian lost his father and mother in his early years, his son in his middle age, and his wife in his old age. He has been a lonely person all his life.

He also knew that he couldn't work at his age, and it was extremely rude to stay in the master's house. If he met those who didn't care about the old friendship, he would have been sent away a few years ago.

Now that Lao Qian said this, he also had some intention of repaying a favor, but it was quite obscure and his attitude was very humble. Because he knew that the master was a kind man, it shouldn't be too difficult to give him a meal for the sake of the old friendship.

Hearing this, Yan Buji said: "Lao Qian, you can't work either..."

As soon as Lao Qian heard this, he was so scared that he knelt on the ground with a plop, and tears couldn't stop flowing down: "Master, Master! I... I still have some strength and can work! One meal a day is fine."

Yan Buji was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly helped Lao Qian up, and couldn't help laughing: "Lao Qian, what are you doing? When did I say to drive you away?"

"Master, you..."

"What I mean is that there is an empty room in the courtyard for you to stay in temporarily, and I think your flower cakes are quite delicious. I will give you some money to set up a stall in the city to sell some flower cakes and earn some money to support yourself. What do you think?"

"How can that be? I can't eat and drink for free!" Lao Qian hurriedly refused.

"I haven't finished yet. In the future, you can give me half of the money you earn after deducting the cost as my dividend, and the rest is yours. What do you think?" Yan Buji smiled.

Lao Qian took a deep breath and bowed his body: "Master, you are so kind. I will repay your kindness in my next life!"

"Hahaha, who knows about the next life."

After comforting Lao Qian, Yan Buji returned to the main seat, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he pinched the Buddhist beads expressionlessly.

"Old Qian, I've treated you well. Don't let me down in the future."

While thinking, Yan Buji got up and went to the study, holding a brush and writing on the rice paper. His handwriting was upright and powerful, and his writing style was majestic. It can be seen that his writing skills are deep, and he must have worked hard.

"Almost. Rouer's enrollment should not be delayed. It's just that those scholars are planning to raise the price. But for the smooth implementation of that matter, even if it means losing everything, it's worth it!!"

Looking at the paper, there are four big words!

Yangchun Literary Society!