Natural disasters in books: I stockpiled goods to escape famine in ancient times

Song Shiwei was just about to speak when the voice of Mrs. Cai criticizing Jasmine came from the kitchen, and the two of them smiled at each other.

"Look, Sister Jasmine is being scolded again."

Song Shiwei shook his head and said as he walked towards the main house, "Don't worry about it."

Feng Ru smiled and agreed, followed Song Shiwei into the house, and after refilling her tea, she felt a little worried: "I don't know how Big Brother Song is doing, sister, do you think that teacher will accept Big Brother Song?"

"You'll know when he comes back."

I thought Song Da should be back at the latest at noon, but it was almost dark and there was still no sign of him. Not to mention Feng Ru was worried, even Song Shiwei frowned.

"Sister, why don't Uncle Qin and I go out and look for Brother Song. He is familiar with the capital."

Just as Song Shiwei was about to nod, he heard the voice of Mrs. Cai outside shouting for Brother Song to come back.

Feng Ru immediately rushed to the door and bumped into Song Da who was about to enter the house. Her eyes lit up instantly: "Brother Song, you are finally back. Sister Song and I were so worried."

Song Da smiled apologetically at her, ruffled her hair and walked into the house. Facing those calm eyes, Song Da clasped his fists and said, "I am late."

Song Shiwei frowned and looked at him: "Why so late?"

"I had planned to come back at 3 p.m., but Jiang Yuanzheng suddenly had a stomachache. The bookstore owner was not there, and only one servant was needed to look after the store, so I helped Jiang Yuanzheng to the pharmacy to see a doctor. We were delayed for a long time and are only back now."

Seeing his relaxed brows, Song Shiwei understood and said with certainty: "The matter of the academy is settled."

Song Da looked solemnly, nodded and told the story.

It turned out that in the morning Song Da didn't know that Jiang Yuanzheng had gone to Tingzhu Pavilion, which was right next to his. He was absorbed in reading a book and only felt hungry after noon. He took out the snacks bought from the restaurant as lunch. After a while, there was a knock on the door. It was Jiang Yuanzheng who knocked on the door.

The bookstore was also not very good, but it was not a place that did this kind of business. The food was either too salty or too sweet. Jiang Yuanzheng ate there once and never ate there again. When he was hungry, he would just ask the servant to go out and buy him food.

It was also because of the smell of the delicious tea and snacks next door that Jiang Yuanzheng couldn't help but salivate. He greeted Song Dan first after entering the room, and chatted with him for a while about the book in Song Dan's hand. After that, it was natural for Song Dan to invite him for tea and snacks.

The two of them ate and chatted about their respective views. Dean Jiang was of a calm temperament. Perhaps he felt that Song Da was a promising talent, so he intentionally asked some questions to test him.

Little did he know that Song had made some guesses when Jiang Yuanzheng came in, and he thought through everything before talking to him before answering carefully.

One side values ​​talent, the other side tries to get closer, so naturally everyone is happy with the result.

At this point, Song Da laughed shyly: "Maybe Dean Jiang saw that I was young, or maybe because of the tea, he praised me a few words. I knew he was the Dean of Zhoushan Academy, so I didn't dare to show my joy, and I replied modestly. Then Dean Jiang asked me where I lived and where I studied."

Seeing that he was drooling over what he said, Feng Ru hurriedly poured him a cup of tea. After he took a sip, he asked anxiously, "And then what?"

"Then I said I had just arrived in Beijing and was still looking for a private school. Dean Jiang asked me if I knew about Zhoushan Academy. I said I did. He then asked me if I wanted to study at Zhoushan Academy. I said yes, and then he wrote me a letter of recommendation for admission on the spot, asking me to go home and prepare and report to the academy the day after tomorrow."

Feng Ru's eyes widened as he heard this, his face full of disbelief: "Didn't you say before that it was very difficult to get into Zhoushan Academy? And now is not the time for the academy to recruit students."

Song Da looked at Song Shiwei with gratitude: "I can enter the academy, thanks to the arrangement made by the master."

Feng Ru immediately turned around and asked, "Sister Song, what's going on?"

"Let him tell you."

Song Da nodded. "My master said that Jiang Yuanzheng would go to Tingzhulou to read books on the 15th of every month, rain or shine. Today happened to be the 15th, so I went there early in the morning. My master was worried that I would forget to eat while reading, so he reminded me to bring snacks. It was also because of the snacks that I was able to talk to Jiang Yuanzheng. If my master hadn't taken the trouble to take care of it, I would have probably gotten the opposite result if I had just started a conversation."

Feng Ru suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. Sister Song is so amazing that she even knows about Jiang Yuanzheng's affairs."

"It's easier to get things done with money," Song Shiwei pinched his brows and raised his chin towards Song Da: "Can I ask about the tuition fee for the academy? Do I have any holidays every month?"

"I asked, and Dean Jiang said the tuition fee is 20 taels per year, and there are three days off per month."

Song Shiwei nodded: "The tuition fee of this academy is not expensive."

"It's quite cheap. Zhoushan Academy often has great scholars giving lectures. If you go to other places, if you are a successful candidate, you will have to pay 15 taels of silver a year. Zhoushan Academy has many teachers, so they only charge tuition and don't charge you a gift. But if a teacher values ​​you and is willing to accept you as his disciple, you will have to pay a gift."

"Very good. Then why does Jiang Yuanzheng have a stomachache?"

Song Da looked a little strange after hearing this. After a moment of silence, he said, "Mr. Jiang seemed to like the snacks from Fu Man Lou very much. I went to buy two servings. Mr. Jiang ate one and a half minutes. The doctor said that Mr. Jiang had eaten too much food that was difficult to digest and drank a lot of tea, which caused abdominal distension and pain. Finally, he prescribed a decoction for Mr. Jiang. Not long after he drank it, Mr. Jiang went to the toilet. He went back and forth two or three times before he felt better. That's why I came back so late."

Now even Song Shiwei was speechless. Seeing that Song Da looked tired, Song Shiwei asked him to go back and rest. He also sent away Feng Ru who was in high spirits. The moment he closed the door, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The next day, Song Shiwei got up and took Song Da out. It was also at this time that Song Shiwei saw the new coachman bought by the family.

The driver didn't expect that the new owner's daughter was so young, and he was stunned at the time.

Song Da frowned and reminded him, "Uncle Qin, this is our master, why are you still standing there?"

Uncle Qin finally came back to his senses and bowed his head quickly, saying, "My humble servant greets the young lady."

"No need to be so polite," Song Shiwei said and got into the car swiftly.

Song Da pulled Uncle Qin's sleeve and whispered in his ear: "The master is like this, I don't mean to blame you, be careful in the future, don't lose your sense of proportion like you did today, as long as you do your job seriously, the master will not blame you easily."

"Thank you, Brother Song, for your advice. I'll take note of it."

"Master wants to go to the clothing store. Uncle Qin is familiar with the streets of Beijing. Let's go to a store with good location."

Uncle Qin quickly agreed, and he and Song Da sat on the edge of the carriage and drove away.

When Song Da entered the clothing store, he realized that Song Shiwei wanted to buy him summer clothes. He was so surprised that he waved his hands and said, "Master, I have summer clothes to wear. You don't need to spend money."

After all, the annual tuition fee of the academy costs the master twenty taels of silver. If it were not for the ability to repay the master's kindness in the future, Song Da would feel a little distressed.

Song Shiwei ignored him and directly asked the shopkeeper to select four sets of summer clothes for him. There was no need for Song Da to try them on. The shopkeeper had a sharp eye and all the sizes he took out were suitable.