Chapter 76 Yaru

He followed Zhang Qian's path. He did not ask about the Qi family, and Yang Yanzhao did not mention the disturbance that shook Fuzhou City. The two talked about some poems and strategies, and walked towards the college.

In the morning, the smoke in the clear pool was ethereal, and several students walked together, holding a scroll in their hands and talking about the meaning of the scriptures.

Qi Wenyan's imprisonment is indeed just a joke compared with the imperial examination. It's not a big deal.

After reciting for half an hour by the bamboo forest, the bell of the college rang, and Yang Yanzhao cleaned up the Analects in his hand and walked to the chrysanthemum courtyard.

The class was first taught by Xu Shi. He still spoke accurately and talked about the ancient and modern examinations. Yang Yanzhao recorded it carefully and did not realize that Xu Shi's eyes were always looking at him from time to time.

An hour later, Xu Shi did not leave when he was out of class. An old man in gray with white hair came in front of him.

Seeing this person, all the students in the college were amazed. Yang Yanzhao didn't know why. At this time, Zhang Qian turned around and whispered, "This is the dean of the college, Mr. Lanxi, who often travels outside and learns about ancient and modern times. He was once praised by Mr. Wen Su as the eight talents in the world, and Lanxi monopolized seven buckets."

Seeing Yang Yanzhao's doubt on his face, Zhang Qian whispered, "Mr. Wensu was a servant in the Qiande period. He was modest and learned from others."

Speaking of this, Yang Yanzhao immediately understood and sighed in his heart that the person in front of him was a whole person. He never thought that there was such a talented Confucian in the small college in Fuzhou City.

"Some days in the chrysanthemum courtyard in the future, you are still diligent, which makes me very gratified."

The elegant breath suddenly penetrated the whole room, like a spring breeze, making the people present relaxed and extremely enjoyable, even Yang Yanzhao was no exception.

"Autumn is a few months later, so you still have time to take advantage of. I hope you can all get to the top of the university and show your ambitions."

Although it has been heard many times, the influence from Geng Yuanfu's mouth is very different from ordinary people, and many students are excited about it.

But at this time, a sigh came, and Geng Yuanfu raised the dyed frost flowers on his shoulder with his fingers. "It's a pity that the years have been wasted, and I was in my twilight years, and I didn't have any strengths in this life. Only these little ink in my chest, Shaoyang was talented and talented. Naturally, I no longer needed to teach him. Therefore, I thought hard for a long time. , decided to have a small test three days later, and the leader will accept it as a closed disciple.

In a word, an uncontrollable storm blew in the heart of the middle school student of Juyuan. Although Mr. Lanxi is the dean of Sanzui'an, he does not teach many classes in person, but there is no doubt about his talent. If he can get his careful advice, Qiu Yan's things will be captured.

Among the crowd, Yang Yanzhao was not listed, and there was a little light in the eyes of Geng Yuanfu, who had walked out of the door.

Outside the chrysanthemum courtyard, Geng Yuanfu walked to the backyard. The wind lifted his head full of snow. Xu Shaoyang, who followed him, looked sad and whispered, "Teacher, Shaoyang still has a lot of unlearned..."

Hearing this disciple who followed him for half of his life say this, Geng Yuanfu turned around with a smile, "Shaoyang, in terms of pen and ink, there is nothing to teach you as a teacher, and the rhythm, your skills have long exceeded that of being a teacher, and your nature is indifferent, you don't like to cheat, and you don't learn the way of officialdom.

I'm really old. Time doesn't wait for people. Since Shaoyang is not suitable for you, you can only look for another talent as a teacher. When he died, you can also be scolded by the scoundrel.

After saying that, Geng Yuanfu smiled and waved his wide sleeves and continued to walk to the backyard. Xu Shi behind him took a deep breath and looked back at the bustling chrysanthemum courtyard. Is this son really worthy of a teacher?

On this day, because of the appearance of the dean of the college, the students of Juyuan became extremely excited and were preparing for the three-day comparison.

At noon, during the break, Yang Yanzhao and Zhang Qian ate cooking cakes together. There was no He Yu, and their food was also greatly reduced. The two cakes were facing a pot of cold boiled water, which could also fill their stomachs.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao asked about the dean who appeared in the morning. However, Zhang Qian knew very little about it, but his words were full of joy, and he seemed to be very interested in the upcoming assessment.

Throughout the afternoon, the chrysanthemum courtyard was also filled with this atmosphere of tension and joy. Until the sunset, there were still groups of people talking about this matter, and even some good people began to guess the content of the assessment.

Yang Yanzhao packed his bag and walked back with Zhang Qian. At this moment, he was less happy than his classmates around him, because he really didn't know what he would use for the assessment in three days.

If you talk about the past and the present, you may be able to take some luck, but if it is a collection of classics and history, or a poetry theory, the confidence in your heart is still much less.

Along the way, he talked to Zhang Qian about the southeast and northwest, and there were also students who returned together beside the road, and they didn't feel tired of walking. Before the Canyang had all fallen, Yang Yanzhao also went to the small courtyard.

"You're back, son!"

At the door of the small courtyard, the thin body rushed out as usual, and he was about to take Yang Yanzhao's cloth bag with a happy face.

Handing the bag to the exhaust wind, Yang Yanzhao stretched out and said, "It smells so good. I feel hungry when I smell the fragrance of other people's dishes on the roadside. Now it's also fragrant in my home, and I'm really drooling."

"Of course it smells good. This is the signature dish of my Dechunlou, Osmanthus Crispy Chicken."

He Yu's head poked out from the door of his house. He looked no different from being a thief. Yang Yanzhao laughed dumbly when he saw it. This guy really worked hard for thousands of taels of silver.

Seeing He Yu's resentful eyes, I had to hold back my smile, "Is there osmanthus in such a season?"

"Sir, this osmanthus is not the osmanthus flower. This is the unique skill of Master Dechunlou. The osmanthus is carved by steaming the fish brain. I didn't know it before the exhaust. After seeing it, this dish is really exquisite."

Talking and laughing with Pai Feng, Yang Yanzhao walked into the room. There were two food boxes on the table, which seemed to be familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that He Yu's staff used to deliver food to the college. He ate a lot of meals, and no wonder he looked familiar.

"I'll take you to have delicious food tonight?"

When Yang Yanzhao came back, He Yu didn't have to be so nervous about guarding the silver under the bed. He followed them into the room and said very loudly.

Looking at several fragrant dishes taken out of the food box by the exhaust wind, Yang Yanzhao nodded with approval, but randomly turned to He Yu, "Didn't you tell your father to go to Baode City? How can you get these?"

"Who are you? It's not a good time to get some dishes!"

Looking at He Yu's invincible appearance, the exhaust wind couldn't help poking his mouth, "I didn't buy it with silver."

One sentence made He Yu speechless and shrank his neck angrily. "This old man Chang is really. My handwritten letter doesn't work. I will definitely talk to him in the future."

Irred to He Yu's anger, Yang Yanzhao rolled up his sleeves slightly, took the rice bowl handed over by the exhaust wind, and ate it first.

"It's really good. Let's have it together."

"Oh."

The exhaust wind filled half a bowl of rice, and when she sat at the table, she also began to move chopsticks. These dishes were all made by the master of Dechun Building. Naturally, the delicious food was not a problem. In order to wait for Yang Yanzhao to come back, the little girl also coveted for a long time.

Seeing the two of them like this, He Yu beside him was anxious, "Brother Yanzhao, why don't you give your little brother a job?"

He said to Yang Yanzhao, but his eyes looked at the exhaust who was eating crispy chicken, but the latter was not affected at all. While eating, he said, "There is only the prince in the family who needs to be served by the exhaust. Brother He, if you want to eat, just eat by yourself."

The little girl said that she had a nose and eyes. He Yu looked at Yang Yanzhao and the two of them eating happily. He could only stamp his feet and ran into the room to serve dinner.

"Is the rice enough?" Yang Yanzhao ate the fresh and tender fish and asked vaguely.

"It should be enough. Today, I specially added two more bowls of rice. In case it's not enough, there are also the cooking cakes sent by Aunt Zhang next door in the morning, which is almost enough for Brother He to deal with."

After a gust of wind and clouds, Yang Yanzhao and Pai Feng looked at the empty dishes on the table with satisfaction, while He Yu held half of the cooking cake with a bitter gourd face.

He Yu didn't care. Yang Yanzhao went into the study to read, and the wind was cooking tea as usual. After finishing his work, he was called by the idle panicked He Yu when he was about to go to Aunt Zhang's house next door.

"Exhaust the wind, do you think it's boring at night? What's the pastime?"

Hearing the words, the exhaust wind stared and was very surprised, "Brother He, you are not planning to buy and sell in the future. Why are you suddenly doing nothing?"

"Don't look at me like this. He Jinxi is not a financial fan. How can he think about silver all day long?"

Saying this, seeing that the exhaust wind was full of disdain, he immediately smiled awkwardly, "Well, I admit that silver is a good thing, but I have already explored the Qi family's shop clearly, and I have also care about it. Naturally, I don't have to worry about it any more.

Qiu Bai is afraid that he has to study hard at this moment. It's not convenient for you and me to go there often. Why don't it be better to have fun and spend some time?"

Pai Feng tilted his head and thought for a long time, "When I was at home, my mother asked me to embroider. Later, I could practice martial arts with Miss Eight. Now I come out with the prince. In the evening, I went to Aunt Zhang for help. For a while, there was nothing to have fun."

Listening to her say this, He Yu was a little anxious, "Think about it again, what interesting objects are there usually?"

Paifeng shook his head slowly. For a moment, his eyes lit up. "That's right, what the prince once told to Paifeng is very interesting. In the past, when he was in the house, as soon as he had time, he would tell Miss Eight and me.

It's just that the prince is busy studying all day now and has no time to continue talking..."

The Western Chamber? It sounds like an interesting story. Although He Yu also likes to listen to it, he obviously only listens to half a paragraph when looking at the exhaust wind. This kind of story with no end is the most murderous. He would rather not to know it.

Looking at the exhaust wind, there was unwillingness in He Yu's words, "Exhaust wind, think about it again, is there nothing else but these?"

"With it, I can also play the chess created by the prince!"

Suddenly, the exhaust wind seemed to think of something. He Yu said happily, and He Yu was also extremely happy to hear the words, "Are you talking about the chess from Daizhou City?"

"Yes."

"I can do this too!"

It seemed to find the common preference of the two. He Yu was full of smiles, and his fat face trembled, but soon his smile froze, and his little eyes suddenly opened, "Wait, exhaust wind, do you mean that the chess sold by Lan Guizhai was created by Brother Yanzhao?"