It's March in Yangchun, how warm and cold it is.
Although the sun was shining brightly today, people in the streets and alleys still added an extra piece of clothing to avoid suffering from the wind and cold. The same is true for Chen Guhong.
Today, he is wearing a double-layer Confucian shirt, thick trousers, and double-layer socks to protect himself tightly.
In fact, it was all because of my sister's care. Ever since his brain gave birth to his soul, his physique has gradually strengthened, and he has already been cured of all diseases. Even if it is cold in October, he will not suffer from the cold even if he walks alone.
After waking up, it was a leisurely day. Chen Guhong first wrote some articles, and then read books. After a while, he planned to take a nap and pass the time.
"Sleep in broad daylight, young master is not afraid of being called a lazy pig." Yuanyuan teased while helping Chen Guhong make the bed and unfold the quilt.
After getting along with each other for a long time, she also knew that Chen Guhong's free and easy personality, she was already mischievous, so her words became more or less the same.
"When Meimei sleeps, she is as happy as a god. You can see the traffickers, literati, officials and princes in the streets and alleys. Is there any son like me who can sleep when he wants?"
Chen Guhong stretched himself, sat on the bed and said.
Yuanyuan bent down and removed the shoes and socks for Chen Guhong. Then he tilted his head and said: "Thinking about it, it's true. Traffickers and pawns have to run around for their livelihoods. Literati are either busy with fame or fame. Officials want to climb up, and princes also have troubles. It's not as free and easy as the son."
"Haha." Chen Guhong laughed, quite pleased with himself. Then I lifted the quilt, lay on the bed and closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
"That's great." Yuanyuan looked at Chen Guhong who was smiling, as if he was having a good dream, and felt very comfortable. What's the harm in being with the one you like, even if it's a simple meal? The key is to stay in touch with each other.
After carefully examining Chen Guhong, Yuanyuan fetched a needle and thread, sat on the edge of the bed and began to do needlework.
Embroidery work can be used to sell, and secondly, it can be used to subsidize the family.
"Crack, clap!"
At this time, there was a light knock on the door. And someone shouted: "Is Mr. Chen Guhong Ziyu here?"
"Hmm!" Chen Guhong frowned, turned over like a lazy pig, unwilling to get up.
"But I just fell asleep." Yuanyuan put down her sewing helplessly, hating the knock on the door. But he got up and went to the door and opened it.
Outside the gate, there stood a rich middle-aged man with a big belly and a dignified appearance. He wore gold agate rings on the index fingers of both hands, which were full of jewels, but he was wearing Confucian shirts.
There are two servants by his side.
Seeing Yuanyuan, the rich middle-aged man cupped his hands and said, "May I ask if Mr. Chen Ziyu is here?"
"I don't know what the honorable guest wants to see our young master?" Yuanyuan's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and she was generous.
The rich middle-aged man showed embarrassment when he heard the words, as if he had something to hide. After hesitating for a moment, he cupped his hands and said, "Can I talk to Mr. Ziyu face to face?"
"Hold on."
Seeing that she could not leave, Yuanyuan nodded, closed the door and went back to the bedroom.
"Young Master, Young Master." Yuanyuan stretched out her plain hand, gently shaking Chen Guhong's body, and called out.
"What's the matter?" Chen Guhong asked with sleepy eyes.
"Someone is looking for it." Yuanyuan said the matter again. Chen Guhong got up helplessly and said: "Fame is tiring, the ancients never deceived me."
During this period of time, Chen Guhong was very melancholy, because this large wave of guests came to the door, and he felt annoyed.
Immediately, under Yuanyuan's service, Chen Guhong put on clothes, shoes and socks, sat in the living room, and ordered Yuanyuan to call the guests in.
"But Mr. Chen Ziyu?" The rich middle-aged man walked in, and when he saw Chen Guhong, he bowed deeply.
"It's just a little boy, I don't dare to be a teacher." Chen Guhong also stood up and said politely, and then asked: "I don't know what to do? Is there anything you can do to find me, Chen Guhong?"
"Sir, I am from Quyang County, called Zhu Zhengming. I admire your talent and name. It also coincides with my father's birthday. I would like to ask you to write a birthday speech."
Zhu Zhengming was very respectful.
"This is a filial son." Chen Guhong's impression of Zhu Zhengming tripled in his mind, and immediately ordered Yuanyuan to take the pen and ink, and wrote a poem.
"Purple chrysanthemums are newly born and hibiscus pendants. The moon is beautiful and the wind is clear, and it is gradually getting the mood of Mid-Autumn Festival. Even the sky is like water. The silver screen is full of distant mountains and green. The embroidered screen is full of waves and fragrance. A jade cup full of wine is lingering and dancing. Nanchun wishes a thousand years."
The momentum of the dragon and the snake is wonderful.
Standing on tiptoe, Zhu Zhengming watched Chen Guhong write the lyrics. After the lyrics were completed, he was overjoyed. Bowing again and again, "Thank you sir, thank you sir."
Thanks again and again, Zhu Zhengming left another ten taels of silver as a finishing touch fee, thanked him and left.
"It's only ten taels, what a sting." Yuanyuan weighed the money in his hand, sticking out his tongue.
"It's already pretty good. Ordinary scholars write lyrics, and the finishing fee is only a few pennies." Chen Guhong smiled and didn't care.
Immediately, Chen Guhong yawned, and said with sleepy eyes: "But although this man is a filial son, there are still many vulgar people in the world. Now we are not short of money, so it doesn't matter if we don't see him."
As he spoke, Chen Guhong waved his hand and wrote four words on the paper.
"Preparing for the county test, thank you behind closed doors."
Ming Yuanyuan said: "Go, hang it on the door."
"Yes." Yuanyuan replied, and went out with the paper. Not long after, he turned back and said with a funny smile, "My lord, someone is looking for you."
"Aren't you thanking guests behind closed doors?" Chen Guhong said angrily.
"It's the county magistrate who sent someone here." Yuanyuan covered her mouth and said cheerfully, her eyebrows and eyes curved.
"Uh!" Chen Guhong was stunned, the parents really had to see him. At that moment, Chen Guhong ordered Yuanyuan to prepare an umbrella and went out.
Outside the door, a servant was waiting. Seeing Chen Guhong, he said very respectfully: "Mr. Chen."
"I'm sorry." Chen Guhong nodded.
"I don't dare to do it." The yamen servant waved his hands repeatedly, nodded and bowed. I really dare not take it seriously, don't look at Mr. Chen in front of me as a little boy, but he is the guest of the old man.
A little wind can crush him to death.
As the saying goes, a county magistrate who fights with iron is a county magistrate who runs through water. The county magistrate changes every few years, but the yamen servant sits there all year round.
He has been in the yamen for more than ten years, but he has never seen a boy like Chen Guhong.
Every time he sees Chen Guhong, a wish emerges in his heart. "My little grandson is smart, so why not send him to study, and he will be as handsome as Mr. Chen when he grows up."
Leaving aside the expectations of the old yamen servant, after Chen Guhong nodded with the yamen servant, he walked out the door. On the road, there were children playing around, and when they saw Chen Guhong, they bowed their hands repeatedly.
The appearance is much more respectful than before, maybe it was specially explained by the neighbor's parents.
"The world is so vulgar, poor little children, there are more of these philistines." Chen Guhong nodded with a smile, but he sighed in his heart.