"Master, the new pen." The servant put the pen on the table with a smile on his face, "Manager Wu knew that you became an official, so he sent the best of this year."
Pens, inks, paper and inkstones of different sizes and materials were lined up on the table. Even when the family was the most prosperous, he never had such an experience. Feng Yu put down the book in his hand and walked over to appreciate it carefully.
Feng Yu is one of the three scholars who have been banned. He is young, twenty-five or six years old, with a white face and no beards - keeping a beard is a hobby, and some people don't have this hobby. He holds a pen in his hand and keeps using it. Rubbing the pen with his fingertips, he never imagined that he would be today.
Their Feng family is not a great big family, other big families have hundreds of people at every turn, but they have no money and power. The family is there, others always have to give some face, like them, it is difficult, and the children are not rich, Feng Yu He is the only son of his parents. He has seven sisters. Although his parents have brothers and sisters, they don't have many children.
Everyone outside laughed and said that Feng everyone had given birth to seven fairies.
His seven sisters are all married to scholars, and they tried their best to get books from her husband's house for him to read, hoping that one day he will be famous and honor their ancestors, and they can also make their joysticks upright at her husband's house.
But Feng Yu never told his friends that if he studied only to be an official, he would not be so aloof.
People will say that he is utilitarian, can such a utilitarian person be a good official? The imperial court's scientific examinations were also in vain.
Over time, it seems that being an official has become a shameful thing. How can you study for the sake of being an official? The reason is disrespectful! So they got together with a group of unwilling scholars, and they all felt that if they studied for the sake of being an official, it would be too vulgar, and such an official would not be a good official.
Until now, Feng Yu was still in a trance. He still remembered that day when he went to the literary meeting by himself.
Although the Feng family is not a big family in Pingjiang, it still has some reputation after decades of operation. Originally it was his uncle, but his uncle fell ill. Excited for my uncle's just-right illness.
Thinking about it now, it should be the hands and feet of his father.
He went to the poetry club full of confidence. Feng Yu felt that it was too easy to overwhelm those old friends who could not lift their heads with his own abilities.
Even he didn't take Song Shizhao in his eyes. In the eyes of these young talents, Song Shizhao was just a businessman. Merchants have been cheap since ancient times. , merchants are low-level.
But after seeing the real person, Feng Yu realized how narrow-minded he was.
The word blindfold seems to be tailor-made for him.
Their self-righteous knowledge is like childish play in front of each other.
Feng Yu looked at Song Shizhao and laughed. For some reason, his whole body was stiff. He felt that the smile was a mockery, mocking them for being stupid.
It's like a tiger watching a group of kittens fight without even thinking about it.
The family once said that he was a man with a woman's heart and thought more than others since he was a child, so after seeing Song Shizhao's smile, the boiling blood in his whole body cooled down like ice.
Feng Yu picked up a pen and wrote the words "self-righteous" on the paper.
The little servant was frightened when he saw these four words, but he didn't dare to say anything or ask.
Feng Yu's last stroke was broken, and a word was ruined. He put down the pen and turned to ask the servant, "If the tiger came down the mountain, what would you normally do?"
The servant didn't know why, but he still said: "One mountain can't allow two tigers, and tigers have to fight for territory wherever they go."
Feng Yu: "...you're right."
Nan Bodhisattva is now a fierce tiger going down the mountain, and these scholars are people who want to compete with him for territory, but Nan Bodhisattva is still using gentle methods. He raised his butcher's knife, as long as he made an excuse, could anyone really oppose him
The troops stationed outside the city are not for watching.
At night, Feng Yu walked out of the house and walked towards Song Mansion.
He wouldn't think like the other two officials who were banned, that he was very skilled and lucky.
He and those two people are the grass handles prepared by the three Nan Bodhisattvas. If the people below want to go up, they must step on their heads. If they don't want to be stepped on, they can only turn against their former friends.
For profit, man can become a beast.
No matter how good the surface is, the instrument is finally torn apart, and the bottom is full of hideous features.
Feng Yu said to the concierge, "I would like you to inform me."
The concierge said with a smile: "Sir, it's unfortunate that you came here. My lord has already slept. Come back tomorrow."
Feng Yu lowered his head, not even daring to show arrogance to the concierge of Song Shizhao's house, and said softly, "I have something important to discuss with Master Song. Since you are resting, I will wait for the next official."
He blew the cold wind all night in front of Song Shizhao's house.
The next day Song Shizhao "listened to the letter" and came out to see him, only to find that he had been invited into the corner room by the concierge.
Song Shizhao leaned in to listen and found that he was shouting.
"My lord... I want to resign... I want to resign... "
Song Shizhao said to the servants, "Find a good doctor for Lord Feng."
Among so many scholars, only this one could see clearly. Song Shizhao looked at the red face, and felt that it would be a pity to call him dead. Maybe it was a useful talent.
That night, Feng Yu recovered.
But it sounds better, because Feng Yu felt that his morality was not suitable for him.
That's how it was said outside.
Said that Lin Yuan liked Feng Yu very much, otherwise he would not have sealed him an official for the first time. After all, there are not many officials appointed by Nan Bodhisattva himself, and all of them hold great powers, so Lin Yuan is quite a corporal. I also love Feng Yu very much.
But Feng Yu felt that he didn't have this talent, and he was occupying his seat for nothing. Since he didn't do a good job, he was sorry for Nan Bodhisattva's love and had to resign. Lin Yuan kept it countless times, but Feng Yu refused.
In the end, the two of them hugged and cried together - this was added by the people themselves.
Feng family—
"What's wrong with him! It's hard to get an official in the family! Even if there is no real power, which official has real power as soon as he ascends?" He looked at Feng Yu who was lying in bed drinking porridge.
"Do you know how many people are watching this official? How many people want it? There are so many scholars in Pingjiang. Is it possible that you can still have your seat in the future?"
"If you weren't sick, you should get out and kneel now!"
"You don't think for yourself, but for your cousins?"
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Father Feng was in high spirits for a few days. As a result, his son went out for one night, the official was gone, and his originally high head was lowered again.
At home, there is no money for studying, so I need to be slaughtered. A good teacher is not cheap. I have to go and walk with my classmates. I need money for writing, ink, paper, inkstone, and various books, so that my children can one day be an official. Carry the whole family.
Feng Yu listened quietly, and after a while, he said, "How many scholars are there in Pingjiang?"
The elders were stunned.
Feng Yu added: "Do you still remember how loud the opposition among scholars was to the previous decrees?"
All scholars have a stinky problem. After reading too many books, they become arrogant. They feel that they know everything about the world without leaving home, and can point and point at the people above.
"If I resign this official, I can still keep the family safe." Feng Yu's eyes were empty, "If I don't resign, the Feng family will be finished, there is no me in the family, and there are cousins, as long as they follow Nan Bodhisattva, there will always be someone who will come out ahead. One day, talk less and do more, Nan Bodhisattva likes people who do practical things, even if they don’t have an official position, as long as they do well and get into the eyes of Nan Bodhisattva, why do they have no future?”
Feng Yu took a few deep breaths, and his heart twitched in pain.
Could it be that he wanted to give up the opportunity he finally got
Feng Yu: "You blame me now. It won't be long before you see the fate of the Zhang family and the Yuan family."
The Zhang family and the Yuan family are the other two families that were banned.
A few days after Feng Yu said this, there were countless rumors on the street.
People are not really good at making up stories.
These rumors were all manipulated by someone, saying that the Zhang family and the Yuan family used their power to bully others, just because they had officials in the family, they had eyes on their foreheads, fished the common people, and humiliated their former classmates.
The rumors intensified, and no one stopped them, and the people thought it was true.
A few days later, the Zhang family and the Yuan family held funerals one after another.
It was said that the official child of his own family was ill, but he did not survive.
Only then did the Feng family understand what Feng Yu meant.
Feng Yu resigned by himself and has a good reputation. It is easy for the family to think of becoming an official in the future.
But the Zhang family and the Yuan family, even if the strong men cut their wrists and let their children die, there will be no more days in the future.
Readers are happy to talk about it.
They believed that they were no worse than the sons of Zhang Yuan's family, and they both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that they were dead.
People are very strange, far envy, near jealous.
As soon as a former friend starts, they will scratch their hearts and lungs with jealousy. If they don't know this person at first, they won't feel anything.
Feng Yu just watched them shed a few hypocritical tears for the death of their former friend, and then began to discuss who would be better to take over these positions. Recommend for them.
Feng Yu lay on the bed with his eyes open, tears streaming down his eyes.
He felt sad.
If he hadn't resigned, he would have ended up like this today.
He would die, and the Feng family would be over.
Even if his parents would protect him, his uncles would force him to die for the future of his cousins.
The Zhang family and the Yuan family were defeated, and they were completely helpless. Maybe after a few years, no one would remember that their family had two young men who used to be officials.