I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

A luxurious carriage is driving slowly on the country road.

Inside the carriage, Mrs. Tang, mother Liu and her son were silent, while Tang Qingshan held a rolled up painting in his hand.

Tang Qingshan just stared at the painting blankly.

At this moment, he didn't know how to express his inner emotions, but he still couldn't forget what Mr. Wu said at the mayor's house.

"Speaking of which, I drew this painting casually when I was young. I didn't expect it to be acquired by you. It's really a kind of fate!"

"Do you want to give this painting to Mr.? Isn't this playing tricks in front of experts? Take it back! Take it back!"

The astonishment of Mr. Wu kept echoing in Tang Qingshan's mind.

Suddenly, Mrs. Tang, who had been silent for a long time, said in a heavy tone: "Mrs. Liu, when I go back, urge Xiaoyu to copy the female ring a hundred times, and don't leave the house until I finish copying it!"

Tang Xiaoyu on the side was of course not happy. She wanted to say something, but was held back by Mrs. Liu, "Daughter-in-law understands!"

"Ok!"

Mrs. Tang nodded, and fell silent again.

Tang Xiaoyu's face was extremely aggrieved.

She obviously apologized, why did she have to copy the female ring.

You must know that there are many, many words in the female ring, how long will it take to copy it a hundred times?

It's all the fault of the little girl.

If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have been punished by her grandmother to copy the female precepts.

When Liu saw this, she sighed in her heart, how could she not know that her daughter had resentment, but this time it was her daughter who really offended someone who shouldn't be offended.

Seeing his sister's appearance, Tang Qingshan didn't say anything.

The carriage slowly passed by the big locust tree.

Holding several long knives by the side of Linghe, he stopped in his footsteps, quietly watching the carriage that was gradually driving away.

"What's the matter? Did you see that carriage?"

Seeing this, Song Laizi jokingly said.

"No, I've seen that carriage!"

Ling Hebian smiled a little embarrassedly.

"That's it!"

Song Laizi looked up at the carriage going away, touched his chin, "The carriage looks like the Tang family who moved to the town some time ago!"

"The Tang family?"

Ling Hebian glanced again.

"That's right, I heard that the son of the old lady of the Tang family is the magistrate of Pingjiang Mansion. Her grandson and granddaughter came over a few days ago, and she greeted me at that time!"

Song Laizi was in charge of many things in the town, especially the people who moved to live in the town. He had to understand more or less, so as not to let some evildoers, rich and unkind people move in.

But Ling Hebian on the side was shocked by Song Mangzi's words.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Song Laizi laughed.

"Yeah, it's the first time I've heard of such a big official as the prefect!" Ling Hebian's face couldn't help but blush.

"Haha, it's just the magistrate. You will understand that the magistrate is nothing in our small town!"

Song Laizi laughed loudly, and patted Ling Hebian's shoulder.

"Our town is very low-key!"

Ling Hebian couldn't understand, but seeing that Song Laizi had already left, he quickly followed with his long knife in his arms.

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Back to the Tang family.

Mrs. Liu dragged Tang Xiaoyu into the house to teach her daughter, and Mrs. Tang asked Tang Qingshan to come to the house to talk about something.

"Qingshan, you are a scholar, do you know that there is a great Confucian named Wu?"

Mrs. Tang sat at the top seat, and asked with a slightly heavy tone.

"Grandma, you should have guessed it!"

Tang Qingshan smiled wryly, and couldn't help but look at the scroll in his hand.

Although this painting has not been signed, it is not clear who made it, but after the appraisal of many Confucian scholars, this painting is indeed a calligraphy and painting of a great Confucian.

And this painting was painted by Master Wu when he was young, which undoubtedly shows that he was a great Confucian when he was young.

And there are only a handful of great Confucianists in the Great Wei Dynasty. As long as the scholars in the Great Wei Dynasty have heard of their names, there is no great Confucianist surnamed Wu.

But the great Confucianism doesn't exist, it doesn't mean there are none above the Great Confucianism.

And this is exactly what shocked them.

Above the Great Confucianism, there is only one Great Wei, a person who has an extremely lofty status in the minds of scholars, and a legendary person.

That person is the contemporary Wu Shengren.

"Guessing is one thing, believing it is another!"

Mrs. Tang laughed and shook her head. Who would have thought that the majestic Saint Wu would be in Jiajia Town!

"However, if it's really that person, it's not surprising why the current emperor trusts Uncommon Academy so much, and even dares to support Uncommon Academy even knowing that there will be conflicts with the other three major academies!"

Mrs. Tang muttered in her mouth, and suddenly there was a hint of understanding in her eyes.

In the Great Wei Dynasty, anyone with a bit of power would know that the current sage was supported by Wu sage, and the current sage often called himself a disciple of Wu sage.

It can be seen that the relationship between the two is extraordinary.

"Grandma, when you were at the mayor's house, did you notice the name of the mayor?"

Tang Qingshan thought for a while, but still asked his question.

"Of course I noticed it, but I didn't dare to think about it!"

Old Mrs. Tang was silent for a moment, then sighed, "The one who founded the Uncommon Academy and personally taught so many talents, even Saint Wu would respect him,

Maybe Wu Shengren will stay in the academy as a teacher, and it is also for him. People like this are no longer something our little Tang family can guess! "

Tang Qingshan understood what his grandmother meant.

Wu Shengren is a saint in the minds of scholars in the Great Wei Dynasty.

As for a person who respects even a saint, it can only be said that the mayor has some ability to be respected by a saint.

So what is this ability?

It's not that Tang Qingshan didn't think about it, but he didn't dare to think about it, because the idea was too terrifying.

"Qingshan, don't think too much. Now you are most important to focus on the assessment of Uncommon Academy. Only after passing the assessment can you enter the academy to study!"

Madam Tang's face suddenly became serious.

"Grandson understands, grandson will definitely pass this assessment with all his heart!" Tang Qingshan said seriously.

"That's good. At the beginning, I just thought that Uncommon Academy was not as bad as the outside world said, so I let you come here.

But now I know that even the dignified Saint Wu is also in the Uncommon Academy, and it is rare for many scholars to be able to give advice and teachings from the saints! "

Mrs. Tang's face softened a little, and she smiled, "Maybe this is the blessing of our Tang family."

"It's grandma's blessing. If grandma hadn't said she wanted to settle in this small town, my grandson wouldn't have known Wu Shengren was here!"

Tang Qingshan knew that once the news of Wu Shengren's stay at Uncommon Academy spread, it would definitely attract young talents from the entire Wei Dynasty to come to study.

After all, the charm of the sage is too great. By then, it will not be so easy to think of studying in Bufan Academy.

"What about Xiaoyu?"

Tang Qingshan suddenly thought of something and asked.

"The mayor and his wife have already said that the child's matter can't be taken seriously, and Xiao Xibao doesn't seem to take those things to heart. They won't take this matter to heart!"

Hearing Mrs. Tang say this, a picture of an innocent and lovely person immediately appeared in Tang Qingshan's mind.

Those clear and bright eyes are like the confidence flickering in the night sky, especially when eating, that happy and cute little appearance.

The corners of Tang Qingshan's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

That's right, how could such a pure and kind little sister keep bad thoughts in her heart.

Seeing her grandson's appearance, Mrs. Tang didn't know what to say. How could the Tang family think about someone whom even Saint Wu respected?