Feudal scholar-bureaucrats reborn: marrying a husband and marrying a virtuous

In summer, the sun is shining brightly. Two men, one tall and one short, one old and one young, wearing straw hats, stand among the tea trees floating in golden light.

The old man was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, his beard had only been roughly groomed, and was slightly knotted. At this time, he was using his big rough hands to caress the buds in front of him carefully and lovingly. Wearing an ordinary cotton-padded jacket, the dignified young man said: "Young master, this piece of golden silk tea has grown, and it should be able to produce tea next year."

Lin Fangqin pinched a small leaf and put it on the tip of his nose under the old Wang's distressed eyes, sniffing lightly and said: "Well, let's start making spring tea next year. As for whether to release the news, we still have to wait for the news from Brother Xu. You must remember not to reveal the slightest bit to the outside world."

A simple old tea farmer, of course, knows that his wealth will not be exposed, and he will not betray his boss, who is very kind to his family. He is planning to swear that he will not tell it if he is killed, but he hears a child calling from afar. : "Uncle,..., Uncle, come quickly, Simu found something good."

I saw a little man lying in the grass not far away, wearing a wide straw hat, and he couldn't see anyone from a distance. Lin Fangqin walked over and poked his upturned little buttocks. He raised his head in surprise, pointed to a clump of white clumps of chicken fir fungi, and said excitedly, "Uncle, look! I wanted that cricket, but it ran away, but I found this one, so many fungi...! Go back and make soup for my father."

How do you know to call yourself uncle, but you always call him Yueyue Mufu?Lin Fangqin scratched the stubborn child's nose helplessly, and said with a smile, "You Bom hasn't come back yet? Let's take it home, wash it, and dry it in the sun."

The four-year-old three-headed fat doll stood by obediently, watching the uncle and grandpa Wang dig out the long fungus legs from the ground, then quickly took them and put them into their straw hats.

When the sun was slowly rising and the heat in the breeze was gradually becoming unbearable, Lin Fangqin was about to take Simu home, but saw Shi Tiancai running up in a hurry, and said happily: "Master, Mr. Mr. Shaolang is back and has arrived in the village!"

"Ah..., Father Mu is back, Father Mu is back! Uncle, quickly take my fungus, I want to give it to Father Mu." Si Mu said as he was about to run down the hill, but Lin Fangqin grabbed him and squatted down. , happily said: "How fast you can run with short legs! Come up quickly, uncle will carry you on your back." Simu hurriedly climbed on his back, urging him to hurry up and at the same time not forgetting to ask Shi Tiancai to take the full bag Sombrero fungus.

When Lin Fangqin walked to the big banyan tree at the gate of the ancestral hall with his nephew on his back, he saw his husband was talking to his grandfather and sixth grandfather, and a group of people including his father and uncle were standing beside him.

Seeing Lin Fangqin coming, the uncle greeted him: "Brother Qin, come here quickly, let's listen to your husband talk about Brother Xu's stay in the capital."

Si Mu couldn't wait to run over, and after saying hello to the elders, he immediately threw himself into Zhao Shiyue's arms, and sweetly called his father, Zhao Shiyue picked him up, and whispered in his ear: " Bom brought Simu dim sum from the capital, and Simu is obedient, and I will give it to you when I get home later."

After Simu heard this, his eyes lit up, and then he quickly sat in his arms obediently and did not speak. Seeing this, the grandpa next to him smiled and said, "Didn't you just say that Brother Xu went to the Imperial Academy? What happened afterwards?" , and his marriage is settled?"

There are many people enjoying the shade under the big banyan tree in summer. Zhao Shiyue handed the four trees to Lin Fangqin who came to him, and continued under the expectant and curious eyes of everyone: "Brother Xu worked in the Imperial Academy at first, but later he Tell me that you won't be on duty at the Imperial Academy for the time being."

Everyone raised their hearts when they heard this, and Lin Chengwen frowned even more. Why didn't he go, but there was something wrong, but fortunately, Zhao Shiyue continued: "It is said that the emperor ordered him to work part-time. Zhongshu Sheren, I don’t know what to do specifically, but in short, he is much busier than when he was in the Imperial Academy.”

Since it was the Holy Majesty's will, it must have been reused, but the official position of Zhongshu Sheren has never been heard of. Everyone was puzzled for a while, and they all looked at Lin Chengwen. Lin Chengwen didn't need to explain it himself. Lin Fang, who was at home with Xiu Mu

Qi was already elated, and said happily: "Although Zhongshushe's grades are not high, he is a real close minister of the emperor, and the memorials reviewed by the Holy Majesty have to pass his hands! Even if the cabinet boss has something to report, he needs it He conveyed it to the Holy One!"

"Excuse me...!"

Everyone didn't understand the power of the emperor's close ministers, but they heard that they must be the most powerful to be able to deal with the old man and the sage, and they were amazed and sighed constantly.

Mother Lin was not most concerned about this. Seeing that everyone was discussing the matter of the emperor and his ministers, she had to ask herself: "Yueyue, what about Brother Xu's marriage? But it's settled?"

Seeing that the younger generation's marriage was mentioned, everyone couldn't listen any longer. For a while, most of them dispersed, saying that it was time to go home for lunch, leaving only a few close relatives there.

Lin Chengwen didn't shy away from anything, and asked directly: "Which step has the marriage process reached? Does the Marquis of Wu'an make things difficult for you?"

Zhao Shiyue thought of them still holding Mu Mu's hand when they left, and kept talking about Mr. Zhang Shaolang who would come to play next time, and said with a smile: "The people in the Hou's mansion are very kind, and there is nothing difficult. As for the betrothal gift, three specific wedding dates have been set for the time being, I will bring it back to your father and mother to see, see which one is suitable for you to choose, and then I will call back to the Hou Mansion when it is set."

Hearing this, everything that should be explained has already been explained. Looking at Fu Lang with a tired face, Lin Fangqin quickly found an excuse and took him back to rest, leaving only the grandfather and others who wanted to discuss Zhongshu again. Scheeren's great prospects for this position.

Zhao Shiyue looked at the courteous elder in front of him, the older one poured tea for himself, and the younger one was holding a straw hat with a colostrum fungus offering treasures, feeling his whole body relaxed, and said with a smile: "Why don't you worry about Brother Xu at all?" Marriage, aren't you afraid that the Marquis of Wu'an will go back on his word?"

Lin Fangqin thought for a while, and said in a firm tone: "Don't worry, I believe in Brother Xu's ability!"

Lin Xiuhao thought that after returning from Xiangshan, Wu'an Hou Langjun, who guarded his little uncle like a thief, covered his mouth and laughed out loud, but caused his father to be glared at by his father.

Seeing that the adults ignored him, Simu hurriedly hugged Zhao Shiyue's leg, and said coquettishly, "Father Mu, will Simu go to school with Second Brother next year? Can you not go?"

Zhao Shiyue knew that he didn't really want to go, but just wanted to attract adults' attention, so he asked Mumu to open a box of snacks, gave him a jujube flower cake, and said with a smile: "No, I have to go, Lin Jiaerlang wants all of them." Reading." After Simu nodded helplessly, he took the jujube cake and gnawed it sweetly.

Lin Fangqi's mood is not so sweet now, because his sister-in-law said in an exaggerated tone: "Brother Xu has been smart since he was a child, and he is really capable. Now he is a leader. The second brother has been with him since he was a child." We have a good relationship, and when the second brother is also awarded a Jinshi, I will take care of him in the future."

Lin Fangqi, who was still a scholar, felt a little stressed. Thinking about his results in each monthly exam, he felt that he still needed to work harder. Yu Youran sat aside, seeing his sad face, patted his husband's arm, and gave him a hand. A silent comfort, but in my heart I am very dissatisfied with myself as my sister-in-law.

Heh..., let's count how many six-scholar champions have been in the past dynasties, and then look at how many white-haired people are still participating in the Tongsheng Examination. Being a Jinshi is so easy to pass the exam!

Jinshi exams are not easy, just like this year's autumn tax is not easy to collect. Seeing that summer is coming to an end, County Magistrate Li didn't devote his energy to serving the people in the yamen, but ran to Qixia Academy, throwing his black gauze hat aside, and his clothes were open. Sitting opposite Xu Zhao, he drank a cup of herbal tea and said happily, "It's better for you, just teaching and educating people in Qixia Academy, not worrying about those messy things, it's also leisurely."

Xu Zhao put down the pen in his hand, looked at him and sneered twice, mockingly said: "Teaching and educating people is not my original intention, you have nothing to do, come here to make sarcastic remarks?!"

County magistrate Li begged for forgiveness with a bitter face: "Oh...Bo Dao, how dare I say sarcastic words, I am a compliment from the bottom of my heart. You are the one who taught the top six poems. Now in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, who doesn't know Your name!"

"Heh..." Xu Zhao rolled his eyes, continued to pick up the brush, and began to review the article in front of him.

County magistrate Li waited for a while, after confirming that he really would not take the initiative to talk to him, he went up to him, grabbed the pen in his hand, put it on the pen holder, and said seriously: "Bo Dao, we don't talk about those nonsense, When I came to you this time, I just wanted you to give me some ideas, what should I do with my autumn tax this year?"

Xu Zhao looked at him sympathetically, not knowing whether he was pitying himself, a classmate who was in a dilemma, or worrying about the people whose food production had been reduced due to insufficient grain rain. After a while, Xu Zhao answered, "Didn't you already make up your mind?" Is it gone?"

County magistrate Li said with a wry smile: "Heh..., people in the world say that Jiangnan and other places are rich in water and soil, but how many people know about this legendary land of fish and rice, and how many ordinary people worry about not having enough meals."

Xu Zhao thought of the well-clothed and well-fed Jiangnan aristocratic family, feeling helpless. This is the current situation in Jiangnan. The aristocratic family officials occupy most of the fertile land, but because of their fame, they don’t have to pay taxes and grains. The imperial court suppresses the taxes in Jiangnan and other places. The tasks were distributed to the ordinary people who had few localities.

In previous years, the problem of good weather was not obvious. This year, the grain rains did not come, and finally ended after two sparse rains. Xu Zhao went to his own farm to check it out. This year's harvest is destined to not be too good.

In the end, it depends on the conscience of hundreds of county magistrates whether to scrape off the people to collect the imperial court's taxes, or to leave surplus food for the people and get inferior in the evaluation.