novelraw Chapter 167: Special talents
Chapter 167: Special talents
Chapter 167 Special Talents
The three of them came out of the bookstore.
Fu Ciyi grabbed her hand and placed the silver ingot on her hand.
"Put it in your purse."
Yan Funing said in surprise: "This time, ten books are worth ten taels?"
Fu Ciyi said indifferently: "Yes, because there are many words."
Only then did Li Xinheng know deeply that smart people can make money.
He grew up so old that he could count the number of times he had seen ten taels of silver ingots and five fingers. Fearing that someone was jealous, he hurriedly stood in front of Yan Funnang and used her burly body to help her block it.
After Yan Funing put the silver ingots, Fu Ciyi patted Li Xinheng on the shoulder.
The three of them went back to the restaurant.
In the private room, the pavilion chief quietly ordered the dishes: "I want two portions of pig intestines, three portions of braised chicken feet, and a pot of wine. Don't shout loudly when you wait for the dishes to come."
Mr. Feng didn't understand: "We will register the dishes for the dishes."
The pavilion chief pointed to his forehead: "Young man, don't be so arrogant. Who am I?"
"President."
"Does the chief of the Pavilion like to eat pig intestines and chicken claws?"
Mr. Feng was about to say no, but when he saw the person in front of him, he changed his words and said, "Yes, aren't you?"
The pavilion chief smiled and said, "If you know the right measure, just serve the food quickly."
"Okay!" Mr. Feng shook the cotton towel on his shoulders and shouted loudly, "In the private room, pig..."
The last few words were kept back.
Fearing that the head of the pavilion reached out to call him, Mr. Feng shrank his neck and hurried out of the private room.
When he looked up, he saw Yan Funing come back and hurriedly called Liu Song, who had just left the account: "Shopkeeper, the little shopkeeper is back."
When Liu Song saw Yan Funing, his anger disappeared just now: "Is your daughter here?"
"Uncle, my husband is free today, so I can help write the famous water cards for dishes." Yan Funing smiled sweetly and reached out to pull Fu Ciyi's sleeve.
Liu Song glanced at his son who was lowering his head at this moment and greeted Yan Funing with a smile: "Okay."
When he turned his eyes and saw the cold Fu Ciyi, his smile dropped half again.
Thinking that he was Yan Funing's husband and came to help the restaurant again, Liu Song raised his hand and asked, "The pen and ink are ready, and the empty signs are also called woodworking, so I'll wait for the Master to write them."
Li Xinheng interrupted: "My young master is not a master now, so the shopkeeper can be changed."
"Oh, what's going on?" Liu Song felt like he was gossiping.
"My young man is handsome and fell in love with by his daughter. He wanted to marry his daughter. The young man refused, so he was resigned from the position of a village school master." Li Xinheng complained, "Shopkeeper, tell me what you want. , this matter is causing trouble."
Liu Song was angry when he heard this: "The young master already has a wife, how can he abandon it all the time?"
If Leng Bingbing marry the daughter of Li Zheng, where will Yan Funing be put?
The more I thought about it, the more angry he became. Then I thought that this guy could reject the daughter of the inner court, which showed that he was worthy of Yan Funing, so I gave him some good face: "Young master did the right thing, it's better if the teacher of the small village school was not good."
Fu Ciyi's face was cold throughout the whole process, as if the things they were chatting about had nothing to do with him.
I only asked Yan Funing: "What dishes should I write and what wine names do I need to write?"
Yan Funing pulled out a piece of paper from the bill in a corner of the counter: "Here, it's all over it."
Fu Ciyi raised his hand and lifted his sleeves, dipped his pen in ink, and began to write.
The lobby suddenly became quiet.
The guys gathered around first, and the guests in the lobby followed.
Fu Ciyi looked cold when writing, and had an invisible aura all over his body, so he told the people present not to speak easily.
The pavilion chief in the private room waited left and right, but the pig intestine was not brought up. The originally lively lobby was surprisingly quiet, so he walked out of the private room.
I saw many people surrounded by three floors inside and three floors next to the counter.
Driven by curiosity, he squeezed over. When people saw that the pavilion chief came over, they all gave up a path.
The pavilion leader saw the words on the sign at a glance, and he nodded, raised his index finger and pointed: "Fu Ciyi, the first scholar in Lingxian County, is indeed well-known and well-written!"
Only then did the people present, including Liu Song, realized that the young man in front of him was the first scholar in the county.
Everyone applauded and felt respect.
Liu Chengwen looked up at the ceiling and complained in his heart that he was the first scholar, and he could also get into the scholar.
Fu Ciyi wrote the last sign and nodded to the pavilion leader.
The pavilion chief said again: "I am a talent. I am very optimistic about you this autumn exam."
Fu Ciyi put down his pen and bowed: "Thank you, the head of the pavilion."
The pavilion leader looked at the words on the sign carefully and said seriously: "Our Qingshan School needs talents like you. If you can come to the school, Qingshan will definitely produce a lot of scholars."
Liu Chengwen, who had been standing quietly on the side, was dissatisfied: "What does the pavilion chief mean?"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The pavilion chief laughed loudly and said, "I want to invite Fu Ciyi to Qingshan School to be a teacher, specializing in teaching students how to take the exam for scholars."
It is not easy to pass the exam for scholars.
Those who can pass the exam will be able to shine on their lintels.
Since the cold young man in front of him is the first name in Ling County, he should have a lot of valuable experience. Thinking of this, Liu Songzan said, "The head of the pavilion has a good vision."
The pavilion chief looked at Fu Ciyi with a smile: "Do you agree?"
Fu Ciyi thought, as a man, he should take on the responsibility of supporting his family and agreed immediately.
The head of the pavilion introduced: "Qingshan School is the only regular school in our Qingshan Town. The students in it come from various village schools, all over the fifteenth year."
The pavilion leader introduced himself: "I am not talented at the bottom of my hometown. As the pavilion leader of Qingshan Town, I also served as the honorary chief of Qingshan School. Today, Fu Ciyi was specially appointed as the Master of Qingshan School."
When talking, bow.
Fu Ciyi raised his hand and returned the gift.
"Because the students are not young, they have skipped classes." While speaking, the pavilion chief pointed to Liu Chengwen standing in the corner, "For example, Liu Chengwen often goes out to buy food, and I hope the Master can teach them strictly in the future."
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and it turned out that he was Liu Song's son, Liu Chengwen.
In this way, Fu Ciyi suddenly became Liu Chengwen's master.
Li Xinheng said happily: "Okay, my son has become a master again."
Suddenly, the pavilion chief laughed and said, "If I remember correctly, Master is 19 this year, and Liu Chengwen took the exam for scholar twice, and he is 20 this year."
As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Chengwen couldn't bear to worry about his face.
Dissatisfied with the fact that Fu Ciyi looks better than him and writes better than him.
He was even more displeased when he learned that this person was the first scholar.
He was extremely depressed to know that this person was one year younger than him, but he became his teacher.
I lost the mood to have lunch now.
"Dad, I won't eat anymore." He walked out of the restaurant.
Liu Song saw that his son was good everywhere, but his knowledge was not good.
Just now, he had learned a lesson in learning in the account room. Seeing his son's mud unable to support him, he was angry.
"If you don't eat, don't eat." Liu Song looked at Yan Funing, "Daughter, let's have a meal." He turned his eyes and looked at Fu Ciyi, "Take me together."
From now on, Leng Bingbing will be his son's master, and he will even like him.
The pavilion leader walked to Mr. Feng and asked quietly, "Where are my dishes?"
Mr. Feng slapped his forehead: "Oh, pig intestine!"
(End of this chapter)