Regardless of whether he has entered the officialdom or not, the relationship with Old Man Lu must be good. Leaving aside Master Lu’s "life-saving grace", as long as the relationship between the two of them is good enough, even if Shen Yi cannot win the Jinshi in the future, he may Can fill an official position by virtue of his status as a candidate.
After Master Lu opened the paper package sent by Shen Yi, he took out the inkstone from it, put it in his hand and looked at it. Then he looked up at Shen Yi and asked, "The inkstone from Mo Yanzhai?"
Shen Yi was stunned.
Can this be seen?
He had seen this inkstone, and there was no trademark on it. He didn't know how the little old man could tell.
Shen Yi could only nod helplessly: "Yes, the students spent a long time there today."
"Where did the money come from?"
Master Lu looked at Shen Yi and asked, "I remember that the inkstones and ink from this family are not cheap. They cost at least twenty taels of silver."
Twenty taels of silver, calculated based on purchasing power, is approximately equivalent to more than 10,000 to 20,000 yuan in later generations. This amount of money is a very huge number for a student.
"My father works in Jiankang, and he would send money back to our brothers for spending on weekdays. The students saved some for themselves. As the New Year is approaching, I want to buy some good things for my husband."
"Just take it and return it."
Master Lu looked calm: "I have recorded your thoughts, but this thing is too expensive, so I cannot accept it."
He reached out and scratched his head.
At this time, Shen's brain was spinning. After a while, he bowed his head to Master Lu and said, "After Teacher accepted me as a disciple, the disciple has not taught you anything. Now that the new year is approaching, this Fang Yan will be treated as a disciple." Let me repair your bundle."
Shuxiu is the ceremony of apprenticeship, which can also be understood as tuition fee.
After hearing Shen Yi's words, Master Lu looked at the square inkstone in front of him, then at Shen Yi in front of him, and sighed slightly: "Son, the cost in Jiankang is much higher than that in Jiang. If you buy this, do you still have money to go to Jiangdu?"
"Yes, teacher."
Shen Yi smiled at Lu Anshi: "Teacher should understand me. Disciple is quite calm. You can't be completely unprepared for anything. Besides, my father is in Jiankang. No matter what, the students will not be without money." .”
"That's it."
Mr. Lu stood up from his seat and took out a wooden box from a corner next to the bookshelf. After opening the wooden box, he found a few gold leaves from inside, then turned and handed it to Shen Yi's hand. He smiled and said: "As my teacher, you will accept this square inkstone. If you accept these leaves as my teacher, I will treat you as my teacher and wish you a title on the gold medal list."
Shen Yi was silent for a moment, took the golden leaves with both hands, and bowed deeply to Master Lu: "Thank you, Master."
If Shen Yi had some "utilitarian intentions" towards Lu Anshi in the past, then from this moment on, Shen Yi was truly impressed by Master Lu's character and truly regarded him as his teacher.
He is not only a teacher in scientific examination knowledge, but also a teacher on the road of life.
"Okay kid, it's the New Year's Eve in two or three days."
Master Lu reached out and patted Shen Yi on the shoulder and said, "You should leave for Jiangdu now. In winter, the days are short and the nights are long. It will be dark in a while."
Shen Yi bowed his head respectfully and turned to leave.
After leaving Master Lu's study, Shen Yi saw Miss Lu again in the courtyard of the Lu family. Shen Qilang stepped forward and saluted, "Junior sister Lu."
Miss Lu looked at Shen Yi and was a little curious: "Isn't the academy closed? Why is senior brother here?"
"I came here to see the chief."
Miss Lu looked at Shen Yi and curled her lips: "Where are you, Shanzhang? My father told me that he has accepted you as his student."
Shen Yi raised his head and smiled: "Only when I have the honor of being a student will I be qualified to be a student of Master Lu."
With that said, Shen Yi waved to Miss Lu.
"Junior sister, I wish you a happy New Year."
This was probably the first time she heard this kind of greeting. Miss Lu was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly to return the greeting, and also showed a smile to Shen Yi.
Romance
"Brother, I wish you a happy new year."
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Shen Yi spent this Spring Festival at Shen Ling's house.
In fact, in recent years, Shen Yi spent every Spring Festival at Shen Ling's house.
His father, Shen Zhang, works in Prince Jiankang's palace. The Spring Festival is the busiest time every year, and it is impossible to come back to Jiangdu.
As for the uncle Shen Hui, because the distance is too far, he usually only returns to Jiangdu every two to three years or even three to four years. The last time Shen Yi saw his uncle was three years ago.
This year, uncle Shen Hui and his eldest son still have not returned. In the Shen family, only Mr. and Mrs. Shen Ling and brothers Shen Yi and Shen Heng are celebrating the New Year together.
Because there were few people, this year was not very lively.
But this year, Shen Yi passed the county examination and the prefecture examination one after another, which brought new hope to the Shen family. Therefore, this not-so-busy new year was very festive. Shen Ling, the third eldest son of the Shen family, exchanged cups with the two brothers. , drinking very happily.
At midnight, Shen Heng, the only one who was awake, went to set off firecrackers, and the New Year was over.
The crackling sound of firecrackers at midnight woke up Shen Yi, who had fallen asleep lost in the lake. Shen Qilang put on thick clothes, sat up from the bed, and then came to the door of Shen's house, quietly listening to the continuous sound outside. sound of firecrackers.
At this time, Shen Heng had just returned from setting off firecrackers outside. He saw his brother standing at the door in a daze. He stretched out his hand to scratch his head and said to Shen Yi: "Brother, aren't you drunk? Why did you wake up so quickly?"
Shen Yi was still in a daze. He listened to the sound of firecrackers outside and murmured: "Yes, there are already firecrackers at this time..."
It turns out that Shen Yi's memory, of course, has the memory of setting off firecrackers every New Year. Shen Yi also knew this, but because these memories were too "natural", Shen Yi never noticed what it meant.
The presence of firecrackers means that gunpowder has already appeared, not only for military use, but also for "civilian use"!
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Heng stood next to Shen Yi and said with a smile: "Of course we have had firecrackers for a long time. Haven't we set off firecrackers every year since we were young?"
"Yes, every year."
Shen Qilang let out a long breath and looked at the sky outside.
He took another deep breath and smelled a not very pungent smell of gunpowder.
After being silent for a long time, he turned to look at Shen Heng, then patted Shen Heng on the shoulder and forced a smile: "Okay, it's okay, go in and sleep."
Shen Heng responded, stretched out his hand to support Shen Yi's shoulders, and said, "Brother, are you drinking too much?"
"I'm fine."
With Shen Heng's help, Shen Yi returned to bed.
After covering himself with the quilt again and lying down, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, completely sleepless.
Because for him, the difficulty of this era has suddenly increased a lot.
After staring at the ceiling for a long time, Shen Yi closed his eyes and tried hard to fall asleep.
"Well, even if this thing doesn't exist in this world, I may not be able to use it."
"The most important thing at the moment is to take exams for academic studies, merit and reputation, and other things..."
Shen Qilang murmured to himself.
"Don't think about it for now."
Ever since, Hongde's fifth year's eve passed in Shen Qilang's thoughts.
Time has passed from the fifth year of Hongde to the sixth year of Hongde.
This year, Emperor Hongde of Dachen officially turned sixteen...
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I recommend a friend’s book, The First Assistant to the Red Chamber. Needless to say the writing style of the Red Chamber. Those who like the Dream of the Red Chamber can take a look! !
