Do you want to study in Tang Shi? Of course I thought.
He understood a truth from Li Yuan, even if the world was much better than the end times, he couldn't take it lightly. Every world has rules for every world. In the end times, he can use his force to beat up those he doesn't like, but in this world, his force may not be used on the bright side, but can be used on the bright side. The thing on the surface is education. In general, he needs to be gilded.
Of course, making money is also very important, but money cannot be without the protection of power. He doesn't ask for much power, he just needs something that others fear him.
"Master Magistrate, reading is just an extravagant hope for us, and I dare not think about it." Tang Shi showed a bit of loneliness at the right time.
A smile suddenly appeared on Chen Jiangui's serious face. He stood up and said to Zheng Chongqian, "Mr. Zheng, it's getting late, and it's time for me to go back."
Zheng Chongqian also got up and said: "The yamen has a lot of business, but you should also pay attention to your health and rest early after you go back." After he said, he said to Tang Shi, "You three also rest early, seven days later, the old man will come to see the eighteen masters again. "
"Master Zheng will not be disappointed." Tang Shi sent the two out of the hospital and then returned to the small courtyard.
"Uncle! Uncle!" Tang Song hurriedly ran over and hugged Tang Shi's waist, "You are amazing!" His face was full of reverence.
Tang Shi touched his head, "Now I know I'm good? Okay, let's go back to the house to sleep." He pulled Tang Song away, leaned over to pick up the flower pot, and walked into the house.
Tang Song followed him closely. Tang Feng had a lot to ask Tang Shi, but he didn't know where to start.
Zheng Chongqian took Chen Jiangui to the study, and Mrs. Zheng served them tea in person, and asked Zheng Chongqian to rest early before leaving the study.
Chen Jiangui told Zheng Chongqian about the trial during the day. Zheng Chongqian took a sip of tea and sighed: "Jiangui, you are still too young."
Chen Jiangui has just passed his thirties and has only an eleven-year-old son. He was a 22-year-old Jinshi and the first emperor. He stayed in the Hanlin Academy for a few years, and was later transferred to Dang County, Nanfeng County.
"Do you know why your teacher asked you to come to such a small place as a small magistrate?"
Chen Jian turned serious and said: "Isn't it to avoid the spread of that incident?"
Zheng Chongqian smiled "hehe" and pointed at him, "You only got half of it right."
"I also ask Mr. Zheng to give me some advice."
Zheng Chongqian took a sip of tea, raised his eyes, and glanced at him, "Then you should talk about it first, how did you feel when you were a magistrate here for a few years?"
Chen Jiangui frowned, "What does Mr. Zheng mean?"
Zheng Chongqian put down the teacup, "What do you think is the difference between being an official in Kyoto?"
Chen Jiangui thought about it carefully, "The younger generation thinks that being an official in Kyoto is like looking at the sky in a well, surrounded by copper walls and iron walls, and I can only stick to that square inch of land; but when I got here, I found that although this place is not prosperous, but If I can do real things, there are many things waiting for me to do, and I can get in touch with more people and things, and see all kinds of things in the world.”
Zheng Chongqian nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, that's right. But you have been an official here for many years, and you also said that you were more interested in that scholar before. It can be seen that you still have selfishness in handling cases, of course, you have selfishness. It's human nature, but how can you hate a child you've never met just based on his one-sided words?"
Chen Jiangui also knew that he was in the wrong, and couldn't help but said: "This matter is indeed the fault of the younger generation."
Zheng Chongqian knew that Chen Jiangui's temperament was indeed a decent person, but no matter how decent people were, there would still be prejudice, and this prejudice was often unavoidable.
"Well, change it if you have it." Zheng Chongqian nodded, "Okay, it's getting late, you can go back."
After Chen Jiangui left the Zheng residence and returned to the yamen, the first thing he did was to repair a book to his mentor. As for what was written on it, only he himself knew.
The night passed, and the three Tang Shi slept very sweetly under the quilt prepared by the Zheng family. The white fish maw appeared on the horizon, Tang Shi stretched out two fat arms from the quilt and opened his eyes.
He shook the two boys who were sleeping soundly beside him, and said, "Get up, let's run laps in the yard."
Tang Feng stared at Tang Shi in dissatisfaction, Tang Shi suddenly picked him up from the quilt, threw his coat on top of him, and covered his little head, "Hurry up and don't catch a cold."
Tang Feng: Don't take me out if you're afraid I'll catch a cold!
Tang Song had already put on his clothes obediently. He asked Tang Shi while he was wearing it, "Uncle, how are the flowers?" This child is still thinking about flowers!
Tang Shi pointed to the camellia he placed in the corner of the bed, "A Feng, move him out to bask in the sun."
Although Tang Feng was puffed up, he still walked over and lifted the flowerpot. As a result, his eyes widened when he saw it, "Uncle, it, it is really alive!"
When this flower was planted in a pot yesterday, the entire stem was drooping down, bent over the edge of the pot, and the petals were crushed. In his opinion, the flower was already dead. Uncle was able to feed it. He thought that uncle was just delaying time, but he never expected that after a night, this flower would be so energetic!
"I want to see it too." Tang Song put on his clothes and came over, he opened his mouth and smiled happily. It seemed that the things he had been worried about really didn't need him to worry anymore!
"Uncle! You are amazing!" Tang Song hugged Tang Shi's thigh, very happy, but—
"Uncle, why do I think you seem to have lost weight?" He circled his legs and waist again with his two small arms, "Uncle, you really lost weight!" His expression seemed to be discovering A new world astonishment.
Tang Shi calmly fooled him: "It's not that my uncle is thin, it's that your arms are long."
"Huh? Really?" He lowered his head and began to study his short arms.
Tang Shi picked him up, "Okay, let's go for a run with my uncle."
The Zheng family covers a large area, and after running ten laps in such a small yard, Tang Song was so tired that he wanted to lie down directly on the ground. Tang Feng didn't want to be looked down upon by Tang Shi, so even if he was very tired, he held his breath and continued to follow Tang Shi.
In order not to attract attention, Tang Shi, who was running at ease, also added some blush to his face, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.
When Tang Shi felt that Tang Feng and Tang Song were really dying, he stopped and put his two hands on their shoulders, "Very good."
The two of them didn't know why, but suddenly they felt a little light on their body, as if they really felt relieved because of Tang Shi's praise, this is really incredible!
At this moment, the Zheng Mansion sent someone to bring the breakfast. The three of them, like feral wolves, swept through the clouds and ate the delicious rice porridge and pastries at a very fast speed.
After the three of them finished eating, the servant took the plate out with a very complicated look, but Tang Shi didn't care about this, he just had to eat happily.
"Humph! It's a shame that my father said that he has extraordinary talent, but now that he looks at it, he is nothing more than a vulgar person!" A clear young voice came from the yard, and the voice was full of disdain.
Tang Shi looked over and saw a handsome young man in the courtyard, wearing a square scarf and white satin boots.