GBP Chapter 249 Waving Hands
Chapter 249 Waving Hands
"There is still a month left, Sui Ge'er still has time to learn." Shen Changshou was very happy.
Shen Xiaoye said: "I have to go to the capital. This academic official has been teaching in the Imperial College.
His articles cannot be found anywhere else, but they must be in the Imperial College.
Uncle, let's split up and go back and tell Mr. Pan the news."
"Oh, the government office will notify the county office soon, don't even think about leaving me alone to go to the capital.
Xiaoye, you are even braver now when you go on a long journey." Shen Changshou was not fooled by her.
What could Shen Xiaoye do? Of course, she would go with her uncle.
However, before leaving, she also looked for the academician's articles in several bookstores in the city, and met many students who were also looking for them.
Unfortunately, miraculously, no articles of this Xue Zheng were leaked. Later, some genius found out that Xue Zheng was a juren from Jin during the reign of Taizu and did not take part in the imperial examination.
Once the word spread, the sales of provincial examination records in Jin skyrocketed.
Shen Xiaoye snapped up a copy and it was already 2:15 pm when he left the city.
The capital city is only about 40 miles away from Tongzhou, and it only takes one or two hours to get there by renting a mule cart with only an oilcloth roof.
Shen Xiaoye looked through the records of the provincial examinations in the car, but there was no record of the provincial education commissioner. "Let's look for it in Beijing, this record is incomplete.
And twenty years is enough to change a person’s preferences.”
"Then wouldn't it be of much use to find him out? He has been staying in the Imperial College for almost twenty years without any promotion?" Shen Changshou felt that this was not right. An official who could be named by the emperor should be more or less a capable person.
Shen Xiaoye said: "Maybe he just likes staying in the Imperial College."
She didn't want to talk too much with her uncle in front of the coachman, so she asked how many pieces of cloth the family had and what colors they were dyed.
"I also dyed the hundreds of pieces of white cloth that were left over from our home last year." Shen Changshou knew everything about this. Almost every piece of white cloth that came in and out had to pass through his hands. Later, there was the white cloth that his tenth uncle's family collected from Tianjin, and he collected it from several villages in Baohe County. All together, it added up to a considerable amount.
After he told them one by one, Shen Xiaoye added and subtracted, and there were still about 4,000 pieces. "Uncle, you received quite a lot of cloth."
"Of course, the country folks often stay in their villages if possible because they are poor. It hurts to make a new pair of shoes when the soles are worn out.
We deliver the money to their homes, and the prices are fair, so people are naturally willing to sell.” Shen Changshou likes to go out and about.
He said, "Xiaoye, we harvested woad from uncle this year. The villagers saw that we could make money, so they all asked if we would harvest it next year.
You don’t know that when the cloth dyeing started in early summer, there were few people who needed it, so several families even fought for the quota.
In order not to offend anyone, I only invited my uncle and cousin Lin's family to come when we dyed the collected cloth. "
"How much can Grandpa plant next year? If it's still two or three acres, then Grandpa and Uncle can discuss it and ask ten close relatives to plant one acre each.
The maximum price for every 1,000 jin is 2 liang." Shen Xiaoye would definitely give priority to her family members, and she believed that her great grandfather would not tell outsiders his price.
Shen Changshou hesitated. There was a reason why he sold more than 20,000 pieces of cloth last year, and half of them were red cloth. "Uncle's two acres of land produced 6,000 to 7,000 kilograms. If he plants another ten acres, will all the 30,000 kilograms be used up? If he doesn't make indigo in the pond in time, it will rot in the field."
"We can also sell the cloth in the pharmacy. In fact, I'm worried that it won't be enough, so I want grandpa to plant some on the two acres of sloping land that hasn't been rented out." Shen Xiaoye knew that her cloth was cheap and easy to sell. As long as she paid attention to the quality when receiving the goods, the cost of printing and dyeing would not be high.
Seeing that the driver was listening to their conversation, she couldn't help but smile and wave to her uncle, and the chat stopped immediately.
At the same time, Shen Changsui rubbed his dizzy head, put down his pen and said, "Sir, I have finished writing the two articles today."
Mr. Pan took the article and glanced at it, "Chang Sui, what you wrote today is not as good as what you wrote yesterday.
I see that Xiaoye has returned home safely, and your parents are no longer running back and forth, so why not just move to the school dormitory and live there."
"Sir, it is Brother Geng who helps me drive the car twice a day. It happens to be the coolest time of the day, so I can lie down in the car and relax my mind and body." Shen Changsui has repeated the same thing many times. Since he officially entered the Dada area until the end of the war, his nerves have been tense. At that time, his mental and physical energy were severely consumed, and he had little time to sleep.
When he returned with the emperor's first group, he had to march quickly. When he got home, his body, which was not yet a fully grown adult, suddenly relaxed and wanted to lie down.
It is true that he has been out of focus recently, and forcing himself to study has been counterproductive.
When it came to hiring a famous teacher earlier, he was a little indifferent, but now that Xiao Ye wanted to find someone who was good at guessing questions and knew the secrets of the imperial examinations, he agreed one hundred percent.
Now it seems that Lu Guan’s choice to stay with his uncle, train with him for a while and then return to the team would make it easier for him to recover.
"Alas..." Mr. Pan himself had been to the battlefield. Recalling his situation after his first battle, he knew that he could not be forced in his current condition.
He had misjudged the exam date to be in early August and was too anxious. After a little thought, he said, "I have received the news that the exam date is August 22. How about giving you a few days off to have a good rest?"
There are many beautiful places in Linghe County where you can relax.
Or if you don't mind the price, you can stay at a hot spring resort near the city for a few days to relax and unwind.
Well, is seven days enough? "No more than that.
"Thank you for your understanding, sir. Five days will be enough." Shen Changsui bowed deeply, packed up his things, and left without taking anything.
Shi Cun shook his head and laughed, "Master, you are too considerate and caring towards him.
If it were another student, he would have asked me for a ruler long ago." I don't know when Mr. Shen would think of formally becoming my disciple.
Mr. Pan said: "This child is like my former comrades in arms in some ways. He is sincere to his country and is willing to fight for it."
Shen Changsui, who had left with his bag, was unaware of the conversation between the two. He walked to the outside of Shen Cungeng's classroom, and when he saw that the teacher was not there, he leaned against the window to look for his nephew.
A few boys who were playing in the classroom, upon seeing it was him, immediately sat up straight.
In fact, on the day he came back to teach, he walked in the school with an aura of oppression that made the young people nervous, and he looked murderous when he glanced at people.
It is said that they fought with real swords and guns against the northern barbarians on the battlefield of the Northern Expedition.
A classmate reminded Shen Cungeng who was writing. As soon as he looked up, he heard his fourth uncle say, "Give me some copper coins. I don't have any money."
I just forgot it and the book box in the teacher's study, and I don't want to go back to get it.
"Fourth uncle, if you need anything, I'll buy it for you." Shen Cungeng was afraid that his fourth uncle would be tired, so he dropped his pen and ran out.
Shen Changsui only wanted his purse filled with money, "I'll be on vacation for a few days, remember to pick me up at the Qicuo Ferry when you go home."
Shen Cungeng stared blankly at his fourth uncle walking out of the doorway without looking back. Then he seemed to wake up from a dream and ran to find the teacher to find out what was going on.
It's over. Could Fourth Uncle suddenly become tired of studying? The famous teacher Xiaoye and Dad had invited might already be on his way back.