After Cui Xie left, many acquaintances Wen Xun came to see him off. Everyone said goodbye to each other for a long time before letting him out of the city gate and returning to their cars and entering the city.
Cui Yuan was driving his own car in front, and the driver Zhao, who was found outside Yan Yuan, was driving the rented cart and pulling Cui Xie and Peng Yan, rushing the road one after the other. When I got to the Wuli Pavilion outside the city, a small green car suddenly appeared in the way, and a refined middle-aged man jumped down from the curtain. Master Liu.
He hurriedly helped hold the inkstone and got out of the car, greeted Master Liu, and thanked him and Fu Zhizhou for their care.
Master Liu stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "I came today not only to send the son back to his hometown, but also a gift prepared by the prefecture to take with the little son."
Several servants removed two large wooden boxes from his car, opened the lid silently, and stepped back, revealing two boxes full of books inside.
Master Liu pointed at the box and said proudly, "My family knows that the young master of the prefecture is deeply interested in studying, so I specially sent me this set of "Five Classics and Four Books". These books can only be found in the county school in Qian'an. Ordinary scholars can’t borrow it if they want to. The son compares it with the chapters and sentences of the Four Books and the Five Classics of Justice.
Cui Xie's expression also rose solemnly, and he thanked him with a long bow.
Master Liu gave him a salute and waved his hand backwards, and the servants took a slightly smaller box from the car, which was still full of books after opening it.
Cui Xie couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, doubting that his brain, which had survived 12 years of exam-oriented education and four years of university work-study career, was not enough in ancient times.
By the way, he still carries the third mobile hard drive in his mind. That disk is 2 terabytes. Although there are a lot of movies and online novels, there seems to be more than 1 terabyte of space left. It should, should be able to. Save these books
Master Liu looked at his face with shock to the blank, thinking that he was moved by his own intentions, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "I found these from my fellow villagers a few days ago, and it is closer to Xiazhou County under Northern Zhili. Nian county, prefecture, and Taoist examinations have been carefully selected, and they are splendid. If you take them and memorize them for two years, you can't say anything else, a child's life will be stable."
… A child is born with such a box of books by heart. Is Master Liu encouraging him or trying to attack him
Master Liu ordered the book to be moved into the cart he was riding, and clapped his hand and persuaded: "I know that you are the son of an official, and there is a way to choose officials without taking the path of the scientific field. After all, the official position is not the right path, not only depends on the official position of Ling Zun, and the future is limited, it is the end of being a seventh-rank. It is better to earn a two-ranking background... At least like our Zhizhou, a serious family background will have confidence. "
He said these few words very lightly, but it sounded like a heavy hammer in Cui Xie's ears, and all of a sudden the fear that he had just created because of too many books was dispelled.
At this time, it was the Ming Dynasty, a Ming Dynasty with clear barriers to the fourth rank of scholars, peasants, industry and commerce, and the officials were too powerful to resist.
If he can't get into the Juren or Jinshi, he will have to bow down to his original father, or even the half-brother who can go to the Imperial College, because the Imperial College can choose officials when he comes out. If the original second brother became an official, and he was just an ordinary person, then let alone avenging the dead little Cui Xie, and even his own life in the future would be controlled by others.
It doesn't matter if he can make money using the advanced techniques in chemistry books. This era pays attention to "parents, selfless wealth". Mrs. Xu is his stepmother. With the status of mother and child, no matter how much he can make money, he is also a cash cow raised by others. or sell it.
Only when he is independent, and no one dares to deal with him like he is now, can he plan for the future.
He took a deep breath, cleared his mind, looked up at Master Liu, and sincerely thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Liu, for your suggestion. I will definitely study hard and live up to the teachings of today."
Master Liu nodded with a smile and watched him leave. He didn't take his eyes back until the carriage was far away. He stroked his beard and whispered to himself, "Young Master Cui, is this enlightened? Why does it seem that after I persuaded him a few words, his temperament suddenly changed. It's sinking, not as impetuous as before, just mentioning reading is like someone is going to kill him?"
The servants didn't know what the master was muttering, so they led the horse over and asked him if he wanted to go back to the city.
He looked at the horse's head that came up to him, and suddenly smiled selflessly: "He is the son of a fifth-rank official, and he has his own official Laozi to worry about in the future. What's the use of me thinking about it here. I'd better go back and think about how to sort out the money and grain household register, and help the adults get a first-class evaluation!"
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After settling down the three boxes of books that Master Liu had moved, the two carriages were pressed so hard that the axles creaked, and they walked very slowly. The four of them didn't dare to hurry in the dark, so they had to rest early and go late, and slowly transferred from Shuntian Mansion to Yongping Mansion, and it was not until the morning of the third day that they arrived at the gate of the old house in the north of Qian'an City.
In the early years, this house was opened by Cui Lang Zhongdian to Wang Xiucai, who was studying with him in the county school. However, last year, Qian'an County and the surrounding villages were flooded. The house and land of Wang Xianggong's house were flooded. Both parents died of the flood, so they retreated the courtyard and returned to the village to observe filial piety.
This yard was also flooded during the flood, and then it was empty for a year and no one lived there, and it showed a bit of a dilapidated appearance: there were many tiles missing from the door of Ruyi Gate, and one of the carved bricks under the eaves was missing here. There was one less piece, and the wall was covered with moss. The original red-painted door was also peeling off everywhere, and a half-new copper lock was hung on the door, which was replaced by the show after he checked out.
Cui Yuan got out of the car, took out the key to open the door, and asked Zhao chauffeur from Tongzhou to help him unload the door.
The two big carts of them crunched in, in fact, they had already alarmed the neighbors, and many people were quietly watching them from behind the surrounding doors. But at this time, most of the people at home were women. Seeing that Cui Yuan and Zhao driver were both middle-aged men, it was difficult to talk to them.
The two large carts entered the door one after the other, rushed into the double courtyard, and stopped next to the steps of the main house.
Cui Yuan jumped out of the car first, opened the door of the main room, and called to hold the inkstone to bring water in and sprinkle it, and clean up a place for the little master to rest. Zhao chauffeur went to the yard to find a piece of wood to block the wheel, and carried the luggage down from the trolley.
Cui Xie's buttocks had been injured before, so he was afraid of tearing off the scab, so he slowly moved down the car door and looked around the yard first.
When Mrs. Cui lived in this house, he paid for it and flipped it over once. The bricks and woods are all high-quality materials, and the sanhe soil for the bricks was mixed with glutinous rice juice. Even after years of wind and rain, the walls are still quite strong whole.
The gate of the yard opens at the ridge in the southeast corner, and the entrance is facing the high shadow wall, behind the door is a slip-up room, and on the west side of the outer yard is a horse shed made of stone and bricks. The hanging flower gate on the shadow wall is opposite to the gate, and the main courtyard is after the hanging flower gate. The yard is slender as a whole, and the ground is paved with a bluestone corridor, which leads to the main room and the steps of the two wing rooms. The flowerbeds on both sides of the yard are full of weeds and dead branches. There is a Bagua well in the northwest corner. There is not much water in the dark and quiet place, and green moss is crawling along the edge of the well.
The whole yard has the structure of a courtyard house, but it is slightly different from the Beijing Siheyuan. The auricles on both sides protrude forward long, enclosing half of the yard inside into a concave shape. The courtyard is surrounded by hand-picking verandas, with a layer of pig-blood paint on the top, and the patent leather underneath is soaked, revealing the old wood in its true color.
Cui Xie's heart was pounding, and there was an unexpected sense of happiness.
The yard is probably no more than five or six hundred square meters, and there are as many as twenty houses with gardens. In his previous life, he couldn't even afford to buy a room here, but now he lives in such a big yard for nothing, and Cui Yuan and his son still look like he has suffered.
He is willing to suffer such pain every day!
Only the three of them live in such a big yard, and they can make their own decisions about everything. Isn't this much better than being locked up in a house in the capital to fight a house and be punished for nothing
Cui Xie sighed at the yard for a while, then walked to the car and helped the driver and Cui Yuan to put down the box. The three workers stopped him and said, "Young master is a scholar, don't move these heavy things, you will hurt your hands carefully."
Cui Xie rolled up his sleeves. Seeing that he was not used by others, he had no choice but to respect himself: "Then I will find two wooden boards, and you can push the box down, which is less labor-intensive than lifting it down. There are not many valuables in the horizontal and vertical boxes. It doesn't matter if you fall."
In the corner of the yard, there were some wooden boards and bamboo poles that were removed from somewhere. He went over to hold a few pieces, and hurriedly ran over to grab the inkstone and let him go to the room and rest honestly. The father and son took a skateboard behind the car, picked out a few boxes and cages containing china and ornaments and bundled them up, crossed a bamboo pole, asked the driver Zhao to help enter the house, and pushed the rest directly off the board. Save a lot of manpower.
There is no place for Cui Xie to intervene, but he is a good young man who was born under the red flag and grew up in the new society. He is really not used to sitting and watching others work. a little.
Zhao chauffeur took a few sips of the water bag, and said enviously, "Your small officials are really considerate. I have passed so many trains in Beizhili, and those who hire cars can't wait to use people as cattle and horses. The heavy box has to be carried by hand, for fear of scratching the patent leather, and I have never seen the master handing water to the servants himself."
Cui Yuan was so distressed: "My young master has read the book of sages and sages to his heart, benevolence and righteousness..."
Cui Xie looked at Zongyan who was burying his head in his work, and thought silently: Your own son deserves to be distressed. Thirteen or fourteen-year-old children will be employed by others... a feudal society without human rights.