I am a pirate in Ming Dynasty

Mu Konghui, nicknamed Boqian and named Xuan'an, was a figure who was demoted to Southern Zhili just this year.

Even though the little old man has gray hair, his identity would make everyone tremble.

On the first day that this old man with a white beard arrived at Yingtian Mansion, he was late for the office, but at this time he went straight to the office.

This frightened the little official Dian Mao. Just as he was about to speak, he was pulled back by the people next to him.

When the old man walked away, the man holding him yelled angrily: "You don't want to live anymore, do you know who that is?"

"It's right to follow the rules and do things according to the rules!"

"Haha, you are hopeless. He is the teacher of the current Saint, the teacher of the emperor. Does the emperor understand? If you stop him, how many lives can you survive?"

The quarrels among the minor officials did not affect Mu Konghui's mood. He couldn't restrain himself while holding the newspaper, and read the small Analects of Confucius over and over in his seat.

After comparing the sentence reading symbols, Mu Konghui picked up a few more books from the table and began to divide them according to the sentence reading in the newspaper.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Mu Konghui seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He danced, laughed, and slapped the table while mumbling something.

The clerk passing by outside the duty room was almost scared to death. When he saw that it was Mu Konghui's duty room, he ran away quickly.

This is a ruthless person who even dares to let the emperor down. Then he wrote a letter to report his mistake, without even giving the emperor face. If this happened to others, he would have died eight hundred times, but this guy is still here.

After being excited for a long time, Mu Konghui remembered someone.

Isn't my junior brother giving lectures at Yingtian Mansion at this time? Informing him of this method will definitely help him carry forward the teachings of his mentor.

Just do what you say, Mu Konghui can't hold a casual position in Yingtian Mansion at this time, and the details of his fate will not be known until the imperial edict comes.

But he didn't care much about this official position. The controversy over the new emperor's great etiquette chilled his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have let go of Jiajing's dove.

It's okay to stay away from Beizhili and feel at ease.

Humming a little tune, he went out the door openly. The disciple didn't dare to say anything. Not only was this guy old, but he was also qualified and couldn't afford to offend him.

Mu Konghui had no time to guess what Menzi was thinking. The newspaper was rolled up and held in his hand, and he walked on the road in a hurry. He did not look like an old man who was about to die. The speed made even young people feel ashamed.

Perhaps because it was approaching noon, the wine shop on the roadside was filled with all kinds of people.

All kinds of hawking sounds filled the ears, and Shengshi seemed to be able to hear them with his ears.

"What does it smell like?" The old man originally wanted to go straight to the Imperial Academy, but halfway there, he smelled a refreshing smell.

The tantalizing aroma almost made him greedy.

A shop that looked like it had just opened was open, and a row of chicken, duck, and fish meat could be seen hanging at the door. The color should have been smoked and grilled.

There is a sign hanging on the door that reads: Lu Family Snacks.

All the servants were dressed in smart attire. The orderly appearance of their clothes, which were separated from top to bottom, made Mu Konghui's heart move. For the first time, he went over and asked, "Maybe takeout?"

The waiter picked up a nice piece of oil paper and said, "I wonder what you want to pack?"

Seeing the dazzling array of food here, Mu Konghui was quite moved, so he pointed at the nearby food and packed some of each. After paying, the waiter actually handed over a small porcelain bottle with a cork.

"It opens today, and this bottle of wine is a special gift from the shopkeeper."

The small porcelain vase does not look very eye-catching, it is white all over, with simple landscape and ink prints on it, and there are a few large characters on it: "Shui Luo Shan He", and there is a red seal in the lower right corner: Lu Family!

Just looking at such a small porcelain vase is very refreshing, and its overall sense of literature and art is like poison to literati.

Mu Konghui instantly fell in love with this little porcelain vase, and even seemed to be reluctant to put it down.

Before leaving, the waiter added: "Next time you come over, you can enjoy a 50% discount if you bring the porcelain bottle back for drinks."

Mu Konghui was slightly stunned, looking at the small porcelain vase and was a little distracted. It was really insulting to such an elegant thing to be associated with something that smelled like copper.

He waved his sleeves dissatisfiedly and left, and the goodwill that had arisen was gone in an instant.

But the porcelain bottle was held tightly in his hand, and he couldn't bear to throw it away.

When he arrived at the foot of Jiming Mountain, where the Imperial Academy of Nanzhili was located, Mu Konghui's face showed a smile.

Wang Gen had just finished his lecture. At noon, he refused the mountain leader's invitation to go to the Qinhuai River for a drink. Instead, he was alone in the temporary dormitory with a dry noodle bun in one hand and a pen in the other hand, thinking hard.

Qian Dehong, who was also a disciple of Mr. Yang Ming, wrote to him to ask him to compile Mr. Yang Ming's remarks during his lifetime. As the three-year obituary period was about to pass, what he had in hand was just a piece of paper. How could he supplement his master's " "Traditional Records"?

"Teacher!"

How can I write when I have nothing to say?

Wang Gen put down the pen in his hand and also let go of the obsession in his heart.

The jar of pickles on the table was made by his wife. He came from a poor family and was used to living in poverty. In his spare time, he liked this the most at home.

"Hahaha, Wang Ruzhi, brother, I see you are here!"

Before anyone arrived, the voice came first. Wang Gen raised his head when he heard the sound. When he saw the gray-haired old man, his face suddenly showed excitement. The steamed bun in his hand was placed directly on the pickle plate.

"Brother Bo Qian!" Wang Gen walked directly to the old man, holding his arms tightly with both hands, unable to restrain himself for a long time.

"What's going on? When you get to my brother Ruzhi's place, you can't even drink tea?" Mu Konghui said jokingly.

When Wang Gen heard that the little daughter was there, he pulled the other party's sleeve and said: "Drink Shenzi tea in front of an old friend, so you must taste it with wine."

"Hey, hey!" Mu Konghui was not happy about being pulled, and he squinted his eyes and smiled: "Wait... Ru Zhi, I know you are here, how can you come here empty-handed?"

Before the other party could react, Mu Konghui took out several oil paper bags and the exquisite porcelain bottle from his sleeves like a magic trick!

The aroma that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly found a place to vent, and was inhaled into the nostrils without being able to hide it.

Wang Gen's family was very poor when he was young, but his parents gradually became rich after doing business. Before joining Mr. Yangming's family, he was also a glutton, but he had never smelled this kind of aroma in his life.

"Brother Bo Qian seems to have come prepared this time!" Wang Gen smiled and patted the opponent's arm twice, then raised his hand and said: "Please come in, I won't come back until you're drunk today!"

Mu Konghui laughed, not showing the slightest restraint of an elder brother, but walked in very freely.

The furnishings in the room are very simple. The two of them are sitting on the couch opposite each other, and the paper packages are scattered one by one, each one is different.

Wang Gen was not polite at all, he picked up a piece of pig head meat and ate it. The satisfaction of the meat instantly filled his mouth, and all the cells in his body were intoxicated.

"Refreshing, how can you enjoy this delicacy without wine!"

After getting on the bed, Wang Gen rummaged through the box and found a jar of wine from under his wooden box. He took two porcelain bowls and placed them on the table, then filled them up.

Mu Konghui took the bowl and raised it from a distance: "Drink Holy!"

Wang Gen laughed loudly and raised his cup: "Drinking Saint!"

……

After three drinks, Mu Konghui explained his intention.

Wang Gen looked at the newspaper with a hint of drunken suspicion in his eyes: "What newspaper is this really as magical as you say?"

"Exactly!"