It was already dinner time after the invitation, and the old lady wanted to leave them both to eat in her yard.
Cui Qiyuan was a guest, so he should treat him well. It's just that he is a foreigner after all, and there are female dependents at home, so it is inconvenient to mix men and women. He also felt that he was still serving Cui Xie as a servant, and it was always awkward to sit at the same table with the master, so he took the initiative to stand up and say no: "Brother, let's eat with the old lady, I will accompany the shopkeeper Xiaoji and we are in the yard. Just eat it."
The old lady couldn't remember the name of the shopkeeper who was dowry by the first daughter-in-law, so she asked Cui Xie blankly, "What is the shopkeeper? We're going to hire a new shopkeeper?"
Cui Xie raised his face and looked at her, smiled and said, "No, it's just that I don't think the three stores are doing well, and they are all used by people from the family, not the shopkeepers. A well-known shopkeeper comes to ask."
The old lady was silent for a while, and sighed: "Then go back to accompany the guests, I will ask someone to bring the table to you in the courtyard."
Cui Qi hurriedly got up and replied, "Big brother just returned home, so he should spend more time with the old man and the old lady. The shopkeeper Xiao Ji is not an outsider, so I just need to accompany him."
Cui Xie remembered that when he set up work in the afternoon, he seemed to have scared him away, and then asked him to come over for dinner. It's better to ask the two young people to sit down and eat with peace of mind, and scold the boss behind their backs to decompress.
When the work is officially launched in the future, I am afraid they will have no time to sit together.
With a doting smile on his face, he got up and said, "Tell Peng Yan to go back. It's interesting for the two young people to drink and laugh by themselves, but coming to accompany us will be restrained. I'll just accompany grandpa and grandma here."
Although he is not young, he is already a prisoner who can be called "Master", and only needs to bow in front of officials without bowing. That's why others don't think there is anything wrong with people who are the same age as you, or even older than you.
The old lady ordered the steward to come to accompany him, but Cui Xie stopped him instead: "Peng... If there is something you don't know about Brother Qi in our family, you don't need to call the steward, just find a few younger people to bring food and drinks. They are young people. Take it easy."
Cui Qi murmured, "You're not too old", got up to say goodbye to the old lady, and went to the small courtyard to accompany the shopkeeper Xiaoji.
Soon after he left, Sister Yun and Brother He also asked their mothers to bring them to the room to greet them. When the two concubines saw that Cui Xie was also there, they were like mice avoiding cats, and they didn't dare to let out the air. On the other hand, the two children were at a bold and lively age. They had long forgotten that Cui Xie was going to send the seller to the seller. They greeted him at the convenience of meeting, and looked at his new clothes with admiration.
Brother He went straight to Grandma's arms, grabbed her clothes and said, "Grandma, brother's clothes are beautiful, I want new clothes too."
Mrs. Song smiled and patted him: "Okay, do it, do it. Dress up us and my brother to look as good as your elder brother."
Although she often said in front of her son that she couldn't let the "little wife from the step room" overwhelm Brother Xie, that was also beating her son, not that she really didn't like other grandsons. In fact, she is also fond of her grandchildren, who will give whatever she wants. She turns around and asks Zhang's mother to find her private house money and make new summer clothes for her brother and sister Yun.
But Cui Xie couldn't let her use the private house money, so he quickly stopped Zhang's mother and instructed: "We still have money at home, so it's time to make summer clothes. Let's make a suit for the whole family. Find the best tailor. And the belt maker, the boot maker... I have to make two new shredders."
Brother He shouted on the bed, "I want it too! I want to wear clothes too!"
Zhang's mother responded with an "ahhh", but only looked at Cui Xie, waiting for him to make up his mind. Cui Xie smiled and said: "If he wants to, he will do it for him, and replace the straight body in his example with a dragging one. Children can easily move around wearing this. And brother Heng... He is afraid that he will not come back in half a year. It should be cold by then, so don't make his summer clothes for now, let's talk about it in autumn."
Mother Zhang had the right idea this time, and decided to go back and serve the old lady.
When eating, the old man couldn't get out of bed, he could only ask the servants to help him sit up, put a thick cushion behind him, and lean on the cushion to eat on the bed. He is paralyzed on the left side of his body, and he can't speak clearly, but he can still move his right hand. Occasionally, he raises his finger to point to the dishes in front of him, humming vaguely to ask someone to feed him.
Mrs. Song has served him for many years. Even if he is vague, she can know what he is talking about. She has been serving him by the bed during meals, and she will use chopsticks when he is done eating.
Cui Xie watched the old couple get along silently and warmly, feeling sad, and looking forward to finding a good doctor to make the old man better. But he knew a little about modern medicine, and knew that this kind of cerebrovascular disease could not be cured by taking medicine or sticking acupuncture and moxibustion.
Push him out
It's okay if you just walk around in the yard. This yard is surrounded by verandahs, so I am not afraid that I have to go down the stairs. Can I be pushed around in the veranda with a wheelchair? If the old man can't sit still, he can also make a bed that can move like a flat cart in the hospital... It's really not possible to use a scooter to pull it, and it will save you making a new bed. It's good to let him pass the wind and bask in the sun every day.
The old man had been lying in the house for so many years, without sunlight, and could not supplement VD, the body could only lie down and become more brittle. Moreover, the bedroom where the old man slept also exudes a rotten smell that has not been ventilated for a long time, and mixed with the incense to cover up the smell, it is even more pungent and pungent.
He was so young that the house felt stuffy, and the two old people lived in it, so his body was naturally even more uncomfortable.
Cui Xie frowned and thought about it for a while. After his younger brother and sister and two aunts went back in the evening, they talked about making a wheelchair and a plank bed for his grandfather and pushing him around in the yard.
The old lady glanced at the bed and saw that her husband looked expectant, she hesitated for a while, but shook her head: "He looks like this, what if the wind blows outside? The doctor doesn't allow him to go out easily, because he is afraid If the wind blows, the condition will worsen. If it is summer, I am afraid that the sun will cause dizziness…”
Mrs. Cui had been sick in bed for many years, and it was like another year. The old lady didn't dare to touch him. She just hoped that he would live in peace and have the backbone of her own.
Cui Xie couldn't persuade her with the medical knowledge of more than 500 years later, so he had to go back and figure out a way to keep the old man from blowing the wind and let him go out. It is also good that he can walk around the hall.
After returning to the room, he called Cui Liangdong, the chief steward, and told him to quickly find a carpenter who was willing to make new-style furniture. Cui Liangdong thought he was going to buy a new home for himself, and sighed: "The little one has already ordered them to find someone, but they just couldn't find a few. The craftsmen in Beizhili are careless and clumsy, how can they make such a fight? Well-carved Su-like furniture? I have to ask Cui Dachangdian to bring it from the south. The young master just changed the bed..."
Cui Xie put down the teacup, and when the bottom of the cup touched the coffee table, he made a soft noise, interrupting him: "Did I say that I want to look like Su? I mean to find a craftsman who is willing to make new styles, and I will draw them. Come and ask him to do the same. Don't need to carve it, just use the simple one."
Cui Liangdong said with a sense of superiority: "Then how can we do it? Our master is from the fourth rank. You are the son of everyone, this yard is the face of our Cui Mansion. How can we use such a simple thing!"
Choi Xie narrowed his eyes at him.
It was only then that he realized that Cui Xie was not discussing with him, but just ordered him. Then he remembered that Cui Xie was not the eldest son who didn't know the world, but the most prestigious and famous supervisor of the Cui family.
His stance of relying on the old and selling the old suddenly stopped, and he said honestly: "I will ask them to find a craftsman tomorrow."
Cui Xie nodded and asked him again: "I was busy before and forgot to ask you, has the third brother Kaimeng been studying?"
Cui Liangdong lowered his hand and said, "I have already opened my door, and I also studied with Mr. Lu. The second son went to the south in the past few days, and Mr. Lu taught the third son alone..."
Is Mr. Lu still at their house
He was a little stunned and almost asked directly. Cui Liangdong also rolled his eyes, looked at him stealthily, pondered his thoughts, and asked, "Mr. Lu said that he wants to ask the eldest son to see him, but I think that the son is busy today, so I didn't come to call you. He is also in front of him. Mr. Xu invited him, if you think that his teaching is not good, you will quit him for you when you are young?"
Cui Xie shook his head and said, "No, you don't have to..." Mr. Lu is also a jurist, so he resigned, but where can he invite a jurist to come to the house? Besides, he can draw again, and it is quite cost-effective to add a few taels of silver to Pong Yan to learn from him.
But before that, he had to meet this juren to see if he really wanted to teach, or if he was just fooling around with money.
He looked at the sky outside and sighed, "Mr. Lu must have rested at this time. I'll visit him when I get back from school tomorrow."
The sun was long in April, and it was not too dark at this time. But he was too lazy to move, and would rather take advantage of the few minutes of daylight to drive out the beautiful picture of He Qing in a white cape in the TV version of Chai Sangkou's filial piety episode.
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Turning to the sky is the day of the endorsement of the Guozijian.
This endorsement was different from what Cui Xie thought. It wasn't like in Mr. Lin's county elementary school, where the husband called names on it, and the students went to memorize them one by one, but publicly executed!
In the morning, Qiu Jun and Siye Fei Huan sat down in the main hall of Yilun Hall. A dozen doctors and teaching assistants stood on both sides, and asked the students to line up below according to the class and shift. The two Shangguan drew lots in the hall to select the students who went up to memorize them, and ordered them to memorize the "Four Books", the "Book of Classics", and "The Imperial Book" of 100 words, and to explain them in detail.
For those who stood on the wrong shift, spoke loudly, or recited inaccurate or inaccurate explanations after coming to the stage, the supervisor and Zhaifu would hold a board by the side and wait for "10 slaps".
No wonder he felt that his classmates were so conscientious and eager to learn in the past two days. If his feelings were not good, he would be beaten in public. If it was him, he would have to study hard!
Cui Xie stood on tiptoe to look at the classmates who were called up to endorse. Among them, there are also good ones and some bad ones: there are people in their thirties and forties who can’t even memorize the chapters and sentences, and they directly ask the supervisor to reprimand them; there are also people like Fei Hong, who can memorize the book like running water when he is a teenager. It was smooth, and it was praised by sacrificial wine and Siye; there were also those who could not be named—
That is usually the nobles and concubines that the emperor put into the prison to study and study the ceremony.
He stood on tiptoe for a long time, his legs trembled slightly, and Zhang Luan, the head priest behind him, pressed him on his shoulder and whispered comfortably in his ear: "You guys have just come here, you haven't officially recited your homework, don't you? As for the draw, I will get you." Moreover, Master Qiu also served as the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites, and was busy with official business, so he didn't have much time to listen to the students recite their homework.
Cui Xie hurriedly stepped on his feet and quietly returned a grateful look to him.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for the backlash to end. Only about 20 people were actually recruited, which was only a little over 3% compared to the 600-person student population of Guozijian. But the feeling of suffocation that made people's heart beat faster when I was pumping was more exciting than when I was in middle school in my previous life, when I was in a good class, and the teacher suddenly asked me to put away the book and take a thorough examination.
Luckily he didn't hit him.
After the two Shangguan left, the instructors also dispersed, instructing them to go back to the school and wait for the lecture.
Cui Xie touched his heart, let out a small breath, and lined up behind the head priests. When I went back halfway, I heard Zhang Zhaichang say with a low smile: "I will listen to and memorize it well in class later. Today, I think people don't remember well, so I asked Fu Jieyuan to endorse it; Wan When the lottery draws tomorrow, I think who is bad at memorizing, and I remember that there is another student who is about the same age as Fu Jie, what should I do if I ask you to go up?"
Isn't it right... Cui Xie recalled the situation at the time, and asked suspiciously, "I can clearly see that the sacrifice wine was called by Fu Jieyuan's name, right?"
Zhang Zhaichang turned his face away and smiled: "Did you see it? Oh... I thought you hadn't stood on tiptoe at that time."