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It's rare to be clean these days, and Lin Sushuang, that little bitch, has no trouble again. The wife of the Sheng family, Wang Ruofu, is in a good mood, and she is tinkering with flowers leisurely.

At this time, I saw my eldest daughter, who had been out for a while, hurried back with her old woman and little girl. She didn't say anything when she came in. After pouring some water and drinking it, she turned around and left.

"What's wrong?" Wang didn't know what was going on and looked confused.

Seeing that her eldest daughter was about to go out, she patted the table: "Come back, I can't control you anymore?"

Sheng Hualan was excited, then turned around and sat down at the table.

"what happened?"

Sheng Hualan lowered his head and said nothing.

"Look at you, you are so silent. Will you be bullied to death by your husband's family when you get married?" Seeing her like this, Mrs. Wang became very angry and scolded her. Seeing that her eldest daughter still didn't speak, She stared at the old woman and little girl accompanying her, "Tell me, you were fine when you went out, why did you come back so soon? Someone bullied Hua'er?"

The old woman sighed and saw that Hua Lan still lowered her head and said nothing, so she had no choice but to speak.

"Madam, when we went to the market with the eldest lady, we met a uh... a scholar. He claimed to live in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles away from Nancheng. He was eighteen years old. His parents died early. He named himself Ziyan and established a family. With no one to manage the marriage, he had to seek his own happiness, he said..."

"What did you say? Don't be hesitant." Mr. Wang has a very hot temper and can't stand the nagging.

The old woman had no choice but to talk in the morning and in the evening, so she had no choice but to continue talking.

"He said he saw that the eldest lady was beautiful and decent, and he fell in love with her... He asked the eldest lady her name, age, and if she was suitable for marriage. He also said that he would visit the master tomorrow."

"What? What a bullshit scholar. I think he is just a shameless prostitute. But after reading a few scriptures, he still dares to say that he passed the exam? How dare he visit the door of my Sheng family? You don't bring your entourage when you go out, don't you? Are you going to have that scoundrel taken away?"

"Give in, I haven't been beaten before." The little girl behind said, "At that time, Wang Yan beat Jing Chun and the two of them until they couldn't stand upright with just a few blows. He was the eldest lady who asked first. The name, surname, age, and marriage are related, and then grandma asked someone to beat him, and he beat Jingchun and the others, and then he said what grandma just said."

"Did Hua'er tell that bastard? Huh?" Seeing no one answered, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but slap the table again and glared, "Speak, are you mute?"

Hualan finally raised his head: "I told you."

With a bang, Wang stood up and pointed angrily at Hua Lan, wanting to curse, but she didn't come out.

Sighing and sitting down again: "You know your father is looking for a husband for you recently. Yuan Wenshao, the second son of Uncle Zhongqin's Mansion, is about the same age as you and wants to get married."

"Isn't that still undecided?"

"I have no choice but to marry you to a rich country man. Huh? What do you mean?" Mrs. Wang reacted, "Are you attracted to that prostitute?"

Hua Lan shook his head, put his hand to support his chin, and said with a hint of hope, "He said he would come to visit."

"Although your father is not a big official, he is also a general judge. Not many people in Yangzhou City dare to provoke him, and not just anyone can come to visit. A disciple of a rich man in the countryside dares to come to my Sheng family. act wildly?"

"Oh, mother~"

"Is it true that a woman who is a college student doesn't want to stay in school, and she becomes wild after seeing a prostitute who came back? I still can't say that?"

Mrs. Wang was unhappy. Her good mood, which was not disturbed by the little bitch, was ruined by her precious daughter. She sat there and began to scold her. I look down on the disciple inside and out, and I don’t understand what my precious daughter is thinking.

It's not that she discriminates against scholars, nor does she insist on letting her daughter marry into a higher education. She was already slapped to death by Wang Yan just from the information she learned through a simple description...

Hua Lan's personality is relatively dull, but she has some ideas in her heart and is solid-minded, so she seems not to have heard her mother's scolding, and just sat there in a daze with her eyes blank. This made Wang even more angry. She originally planned to only talk for a while, but unknowingly she ended up talking for more than half an hour.

"I heard your loud voice from far away. What happened?"

As the voice rang out, Yangzhou Tongpan Sheng Hong, the head of the Sheng family, wearing a green official robe, stepped in. He frowned slightly, a bit unhappy. He habitually maintained the image of a strict father. He rarely smiled at his children.

"Officer, it's terrible. Hua'er has taken a fancy to the prostitute he met at the market." Wang stood up and helped Sheng Hong take off his robe while talking about Wang Yan's hooliganism. .

"Huh? Is there such a thing?" After hearing this, Sheng Hong frowned and looked worried.

Although Tong San is at the bottom among state officials, county magistrates have to queue up if they want to talk to him. In Yangzhou, he also holds serious power. How dare a rich man from the countryside tease his daughter in the street? If this matter spreads, will he still be around in the future?

Just at this time, the steward of the family came to look for him from the backyard: "Official, someone sent me a letter of greeting to ask for an audience. The person who came said that his master is Wang Yan from Wangjiazhuang, ten miles away from Nancheng."

"Ha..." Sheng Hong laughed angrily.

"Official, look, the rich men from the countryside are knocking on the door. You have to make the decision for us Hualan."

Hua Lan over there heard that Wang Yan had really paid his respects, and stood up excitedly: "Mom, dad~"

"Shut up! Do you have the right to speak?" Sheng Hong stared and reached out to take the thick-looking invitation. This look was incredible, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This scene made Hua Lan, who planned to strive for happiness for herself, wisely shut her mouth. Wang didn't say anything, and moved over to watch together.

Sheng Hong sat at the table and read the invitation carefully. Look at the content and also look at the words.

Needless to say the content, for an unknown person like Wang Yan to send a greeting to Sheng Hong, he needs to introduce himself well, which is equivalent to a personal resume. Whose last name is there, where they live, what they do for a living, their past experiences, and the reason for their visit. In the meantime, we should also praise the Sheng family and Sheng Hong, and then write about the matter with Sheng Hualan. Thousands of words are written eloquently.

Words, that’s easy. The regular script written by Wang Yan has a little bit of cursive script, which is majestic, elegant and free-spirited, without losing the squareness of the muscles and bones.

There is no doubt that what attracts Sheng Hong to read is this otherworldly calligraphy.

After reading the whole article, Sheng Hong pondered for a moment and then told the steward who was waiting on the side: "Go and answer the question. You won't be in the house tomorrow, but you can do it in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, officer." The steward responded and trotted away to reply to the clerk at the herbal medicine shop waiting outside the house.

Common sense says that Wang Yan needs to post on his own. His rank is not high enough and he needs to have enough etiquette. But on the other hand, he was already rude, so why did he care about this little thing? There was no need to come and wait in person.

Staring at her eldest daughter, who was grinning in an inappropriate way, Wang sat at the table and asked, "Why do the officials see this slut? I was angry just now, why are I not angry now?"

"Words are like the person they are."

Sheng Hong put the greeting card on the table, took a sip of the water poured by his diligent eldest daughter, and said, "This Wang Yan is only eighteen years old, and his handwriting is grand and lively... It was made by nature. At this age, Being able to write in this handwriting shows talent and hard work. Moreover, the words of this greeting are straightforward yet elegant, with many allusions... It can be seen that his literature is profound and the definition of the scriptures is not bad.

Based on these two facts, he said that he will win the national examination this year and will be in the next spring. This is not a lie. It can be seen that this child has a plan in mind. Even if you don't win this year, and you are eighteen this year, you can still look forward to the future. I see that Hua'er's heart is in chaos. As a father, I cannot break her good relationship. I will ask some questions tomorrow and test again the next day. If there are no big mistakes or omissions, it may not be possible to achieve such a good thing. "

"Thank you, daddy. Drink some water, daddy."

Seeing his eldest daughter's attentiveness, Sheng Hong gave her a rare smile. He was in a good mood after running down the street and picking up a potential stock. Because the marriage relationship is very reliable, if a person like Wang Yan stands up in the future, he can ensure the prosperity of his family for fifty years. Especially Wang Yan has no father, no mother, no relatives, which all shines.

After all, it really turned out to be a good thing, and it really became prosperous. Even if it only reached the position of state official, it would be quite useful. When the time comes, Wang Yan will only be related to their Sheng family, what kind of scene will that be?

Family inheritance and growth are the most important. He said he could not break Hualan's good relationship, but he was just casually comforting his daughter. If Wang Yan is not enough, he will turn his back the day after tomorrow and directly give Hua Lan a grounding to follow the female precepts. Of course Sheng Hualan wouldn't think so much, she would only think that this was God's arrangement. It's not her fault, after all, no one could tolerate Wang Yan being so shameless as a fifteen-year-old girl. The first thing he did was confess his feelings, and then he dared to meet her parents despite the serious identity imbalance. He showed his sincerity towards her, and caught everyone confused...

"Good-for-nothing." Mrs. Wang cursed angrily, and then asked, "Guanren, is this disciple really that good at words? He is only eighteen years old, so he can't be better than Guanren."

She is also a lady, otherwise why would she say, "My father deserves to live in the Imperial Ancestral Temple"? She still has the ability to appreciate calligraphy. But for those who are not profound and knowledgeable, they cannot see that many things, so we ask this question.

In the play, Zhao Zhen praised Sheng Hong for his good calligraphy, which means it is really useful. After all, for that reason, it is not enough to praise him. Sheng Hong's calligraphy must have left a deep impression on Zhao Zhen, so Sheng Hong's appreciation ability is enough to distinguish Wang's calligraphy master level.

In fact, those who can be officials at this time have good appreciation skills. Calligraphy is a necessary skill, just like the so-called neatness of the paper during the college entrance examination, it is the most basic. I've been practicing my pen since I was a child. I'm not talented enough to be an artist, but I'm pretty good at it.

At this time, the world was dominated by Confucianism, and officials also had to be knowledgeable. If anyone was randomly selected, they would be familiar with the classics and meanings. When literati are together, except for some serious things, they are either romantic or constantly deconstructing Confucian classics, and they do this all their lives.

There is no need to compare with modern times and say that the present is not as good as the past, because it is not the ancients who were willing to study this thing. It is the need of the authorities to study this thing so that they can become officials. All reading is for fame. After gaining fame, one begins to study the classics again. At this time, it is not for fame but for the right to speak, engaging in academic hegemony, attacking opponents, or the so-called establishment of sects, and practicing mountain-headism.

If the emperor, who holds troops and is in charge of life and death, says that one can become an official by studying farming knowledge, then there will be a bunch of people studying farming, and some brilliant farming bosses must be born...

Sheng Hong sighed: "He is much better than me. To be honest, I think no one in the Song Dynasty can be better than him today. It's just that he is still young, has no fame, and no one appreciates him. Even so, Based on this handwriting alone, his future is bound to be good. If he really succeeds in becoming a Jinshi, he will definitely leave his name in history."

"So, this scoundrel has some real abilities. It seems that we, Hua'er, are lucky enough to pick up such people when we go out for fun."

"Don't be too happy too early. You still have to see someone to know how they are."

"Officer, when that disciple comes, I will meet him with you. I want to see where this disciple gets his courage..."

Wang Yan was not surprised that Sheng Hong agreed to visit him. He certainly had confidence in himself. As for his handwriting, there is no way, otherwise he would be sent to Zhao Zhen, and when Old Zhao was in a good mood, he might have to meet him. The rest of the court officials can basically be seen.

At the age of eighteen, his handwriting is superb, but there is indeed something wrong with it. However, in the ancient times when auspiciousness was created, and in the ancient times when even the scholar-officials were ignorant, people believed in "God's instructions". Because there were many such stories in the past thousands of years.

The Song Dynasty shared the world with scholar-bureaucrats. Although he had no fame, he could be regarded as a member of the scholar-bureaucrats. There is definitely a gap in status between the two parties, but they are consistent in terms of class.

He first molested other people's daughters in the street and beat their domestic slaves, and then showed off his calligraphy skills through invitations. It was natural for Sheng Hong to agree to meet him.

Not only are talents valuable in the 21st world, but at any time, talents are talents, and they are all targets to be attracted...

Sheng Hong delayed seeing him for a whole day because he knew he wanted to investigate him. He has some reputation among scholars, landowners and some small businessmen, but he is not on the stage. Sheng Hong is one of the most powerful men in Yangzhou, so who knows that he has a little bit of trouble. You should do a careful background check and be targeted when meeting.

Wang Yan is not worried about this. The more he investigates, the better his son-in-law becomes...

After a day of socializing with other nameless scholars, and after lunch on the third day, at around three o'clock, he took Xiao Dongliang to the door of Sheng Mansion.

Carrying a box of pastries, Wang Yan stepped forward slowly, waved his hand to the concierge, and said, "My dear, Wang Yan, I submitted a post the day before yesterday."

Then he smiled at the two bitter and resentful people behind the concierge: "Boy, I'm sorry. Come on, Dongliang."

The little one following behind came forward with a food box and said, "This is a pastry made by my young master himself, as an apology to you."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "It's the same as the box in my hand, just with fewer tricks. Let's have a taste. Can you get it in?"

The concierge, who was digesting the information and confronting the person in front of him with what he had heard in the past two days, came to his senses: "Sir, please."

"Dongliang, talk to your brothers."

After saying this, Wang Yan followed the concierge to the central hall in the front yard of the Sheng family.

Except for two little girls who came to prepare tea soup for Wang Yan on the spot, the hall was empty.

"Master, please have some tea."

"Thank you." Wang Yan cupped his hands and then pushed the food box on the table, "Excuse me, please, these are some pastries I made myself. They are still warm. Please bring them to Miss Hualan. I say hello."

"Okay, sir, sit down for a moment. The officials will be here in a moment." The two little girls bowed, turned around and left with their food boxes.

Wang Yan was sitting very securely, drinking tea and pastries that were quite good and contentedly. It was the tea soup that he had been drinking for several days. The tea soup with a lot of things added was not fresh. Drinking it twice was enough. Roasted tea would be better. While drinking tea soup, he silently thought about making fried tea.

The father-in-law didn't come, but with his superhuman hearing, he heard the rustling movement behind the screen that separated the hall. In the past two days, some things between him and Sheng Hualan have been fermented in the Sheng Mansion, and they all came to see the monkey.

Sheng Hong will definitely not come out for a while, so this is a sign of disdain, and you need to show him off first. It doesn't matter that he is being looked at as a monkey now. After all, he is the daughter of a man who wants to marry, and he is good at entertaining everyone.

He has always been entertaining...

The truth is exactly as Wang Yan imagined. In the backyard hall, everyone in the Sheng family is busy here. Hua Lan, who hadn't slept well in the past two days, looked like Wang Yan smiling at the market whenever she closed her eyes. She was also forced to hold her down here, preventing her from running around and taking a peek.

"Old madam, official, eldest lady, the prince asked us to send these pastries. He said they were made by himself for the eldest lady." The little girl ran back to report.

Everyone in the hall focused their eyes on the food box, and finally focused on Hua Lan, who had already lowered his head to eat the ostrich.

"He knows how to please. Bring it and have a taste." Wang made the decision.

The little girl obediently placed the food box on the table and opened it layer by layer, revealing the contents. There is nothing unusual, but there are a lot of messy things. In addition to the pastries that are already available at this time, there are also donkey rolling, osmanthus cake, egg yolk cake, Shaqima, etc., which is just new and expresses your feelings.

The Sheng family is really rich, much richer than Wang Yan, a rich man. If he had no money, he wouldn't be able to support such a large family with Sheng Hong's salary, but he could still manage such a large family.

Therefore, Wang Yan took things cheaply no matter how expensive they were, and he couldn't do it in a vacuum, so he ordered the old ladies and little girls at home to make such things. He did get started at some point, and it can be considered as something he did himself.

There were a bunch of people in the room, each taking something, especially fresh things that they had never seen before were more popular. Miamia ate and gave Wang Yan some good comments.

"She is thoughtful." Mrs. Xu, Mrs. Sheng, praised and affirmed.

Lin Sushuang answered on the side: "The old lady is right, and what the eldest lady just said is also right. She will please the young lady."

"If you want to be the one who knows how to please, it's you, Mrs. Lin, right?" Mrs. Wang sensed the sinister intentions of the little bitch and hit back directly.

"What did the eldest lady say? When you marry a chicken, follow the chicken. When you marry a dog, follow the dog. Aren't we women just serving men?"

The two of them were talking to each other like this, holding guns and carrying sticks. Lin Sushuang still pretended to be weak, which made Wang furious.

"Is it over yet? We keep arguing about this little thing every day." Seeing the intensification, Mrs. Sheng looked worried. Sheng Hong straightened his face and pretended to be serious to change the subject. "My mother is right, this son is a man with a lot of talent." I’m thinking about it. Okay, it’s almost time, go meet that kid.”

Sheng Hong's words were like a switch, lowering her head and lowering her sense of presence. Hua Lan, who was happily eating sweet pastries, finally came out of her fantasy world, her eyes sparkling, and she couldn't hide the smile on her lips...

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