Okay, try harder, after all, I am a Confucian scholar, so I can't be like my aunt and uncle, who say yes right away with joy.
Xi Ning picked up the round fan and shook it, speaking with reason and emotion: "Mr. Huang also takes care of Mr. Zhong every day. As the saying goes, a teacher once becomes a father, and this really makes this county take the initiative. It seems that Mr. Zhong is not young anymore, and Mr. Huang must pay attention to whether there is a suitable one, otherwise it will be delayed once the age is over. Otherwise, Mr. Zhong will be the teacher of this volunteer school. "
He turned his head and ordered: "Come here! Bring the things you have prepared."
A small box was placed on the pallet. The box was open and contained silver. It was brought to Huang Handle.
"This is..." Huang Bing looked at the silver in the box, and then looked at the county owner.
Xi Ning said slowly: "I have heard about Huang Confucianism for a long time, and I also like Mr. Zhong's paintings. Here is the two hundred taels for brushstrokes. I beg Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhong to paint one together. Mr. Huang must agree!"
Huang Bing was embarrassed. Miss Wang had seen this before, and it was quite good. Zhong Shuo, a wooden person, talked eloquently about paintings, but Miss Wang was not bored at all. Instead, she commented on it from time to time. In the future, they should be like-minded and harmonious. .
But with only two hundred taels of silver, how could he marry someone with a dowry of five thousand taels?
Xining smiled and said meaningfully: "Ms. Wang's uncle, Mr. Deng is still at the Yuelai Inn in the county. I will write a letter of appointment to hire Mr. Zhong as a volunteer teacher. Please take it with Mr. Huang. Show it to him. Tell him that when he sees this letter of appointment, he should know what I want."
Huang Bing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately bowed: "Then Huang will accept the disrespect, and is willing to paint for the county lord together with the fool!"
Xining smiled: "I think it will be the icing on the cake and create a beautiful full moon."
Zhong Shuo is a scholar after all, and with Huang Bing's recommendation, he will definitely be promising in the future. The county lord also secretly approved it, and coupled with the previous mess, Mr. Deng would definitely go with him to the palace to propose marriage. Mr. Wang will have to agree then!
Huang Bing returned to the study, took the money and the engagement letter, and took Zhong Shuo to the Yuelai Inn to find Mr. Deng.
As soon as Mr. Deng saw the letter of appointment, he thought about it and agreed. While the iron was hot, Huang Bing found a matchmaker and asked the matchmaker and Mr. Deng to go to the palace to propose marriage.
Mr. Deng was really awesome. He blew his beard and glared: "Is two hundred taels of gift money still a small amount? When you married my little sister, you only had two hundred taels of silver! No matter how much money you have, you will marry my niece in the future."
Mr. Wang was almost annoyed to death, so he agreed and exchanged birthdays and horoscopes on the spot.
I took a test from a fortune teller and found that the horoscopes matched.
On the third day, Zhong Shuo came to the house with the betrothal gift. Even if it is in a hurry, the three books and six etiquette are indispensable. In addition to two hundred taels of silver, there are also various compradors who follow the rules, including live geese.
Where does the comprador's money come from? Of course, it was the money given by the county boss for volunteer teaching, and he actually gave it all in one go for a year. For this reason, Huang Bing also gave Zhong Shuo fifty taels. After all, the county boss gave this money for Zhong Shuo's sake, so he should pay some. After all, Zhong Shuo's parents were both dead. In the past two years, he had treated Zhong Shuo as his adopted son.
As soon as he saw the given days, Mr. Wang immediately glared: "Getting married next month?"
Mr. Deng is also very powerful: "My mother, Mrs. Deng, is already old. Allowing her to see the granddaughter she cares about the most is getting married. You have fulfilled your filial piety, and you have not failed my poor little sister."
As soon as this matter came into play with filial piety and the fact that the grass on the grave was as tall as a man's dead wife, Mr. Wang didn't even have the energy to argue.
At that time, the fortune teller rolled his eyes and immediately understood the meaning. Thinking of the beard, he said that there will be many good days in the next month, and he gave a few days and they were all in August. Mrs. Huang, who was busy with this task, even gave the fortune teller an extra fortune.
The date was chosen after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and now that the dust has settled, we are waiting for the time to get married.
And there are even greater fluctuations in the county...
At the street corner, this paper was posted. A group of people gathered around to watch.
"What's written on it?"
"Go and ask the gentleman who wrote the letter to come and read it."
In this era, most people don't have the opportunity to study. They need to pay tuition fees to go to school, which is a lot of money. And there are no imperial examinations, they are all recommended. Therefore, among the common people, few can read.
The gentleman who writes letters for others came over and looked at the paper.
The person next to me became anxious and urged: "Sir, tell me what is written on it!"
"No hurry, no rush~" The gentleman touched his goatee and squinted his eyes: "The writing is really good..."
"Who asked you to read the words? What's written?" People around him were itching and almost scratching their heads and ears.
"It says that the county is running a volunteer school." Amid the exclamations, the gentleman shook his head and read: "Anyone aged between five and twenty years old can attend. The three best candidates will be rewarded with pen and ink sketches each month. …”
Soon the news spread throughout the county. People talked about it when they had free time, after tea and dinner, and even when they were lying down in the heat.
Especially when eating with a bowl in hand, the couple is often talking.
"Dad, why don't you ask my dog to listen too."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You can barely eat, and you're wearing rags to attend classes?"
"It's all written, clothes can be torn but must be washed, no matter the gender, I want to attend the class and learn how to read!"
"Just you? Just calm down. You go and listen to the class. Who will do the work? Just let the dog listen. It's okay to recognize two characters."
The speed was also fast, and three days later, a layer of tarpaulin was pulled over the dead end where the horse was originally parked. There is a mat and writing slips inside.
When the time came in the morning, a group of children came happily.
There were domestic slaves at the entrance of the alley, who would see the children one by one and put them in after their clothes, hands and faces were clean. A domestic slave inside directed the children to sit on the straw mats spread on the ground in order.
When everyone was almost done, Zhong Shuo came out, sat on the teacher's seat, and started teaching.
The bamboo slips with writing on them are passed around in turn, and people passing by outside can often hear the sound of children reading inside.
After the children finished learning, the studious one took a stick and wrote on the ground: "This is the character for field, and this is the character for mountain."
This makes adults who may not even know a single Chinese character very happy. They even say that reading is good.
"County Lord, please use it!" A cup of tea was brought. Jing'er secretly muttered, is this kind of hot water that can be used to make tea directly, good to drink?
Xining quickly took it, blew on the tea leaves still floating on it, and took a sip... Well, not bad, although there was still a little difference, but at least it was drinkable. Compared to those matcha powder soups with added salt, this one tastes much better.
I drank half of it and went to refill it. Xining contentedly leaned on the soft pillow, listening to the singer next to her singing, and picked up the list of goods purchased this time and looked at it. The combination of work and rest, the intertwining of joy and sorrow, this is life.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Miss Wang is getting married!
Xining naturally wanted to attend as a guest of honor, and she was quite interested. The customs and habits of each era and plane were different, so she just wanted to take a look here.
