(Twenty-seven)
In the days that followed, while Li Qingzhao was thinking about the commonalities of poetry, he and Zhao Mingcheng continued to search for ancient books, gold and stone cultural relics.
Li Qingzhao sighed again, "Fortunately, my family has a lot of money, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to afford such consumption."
Zhao Mingcheng nodded repeatedly, yes.
A "Peony Picture" by Xu Xi of the Southern Tang Dynasty in the Five Dynasties is priced at 200,000 yuan. This shows how expensive it is to collect ancient epigraphic books.
Therefore, although Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao are literati, they never think highly of themselves and think that silver is nothing. There is no smell of copper. It is clear that the fragrance is hidden deep inside.
I can’t be noble!
Whatever they need or want can only be obtained by spending countless amounts of money. What right do they have to despise money?
On this point, Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao happily reached a consensus.
For each ancient book, the two of them collated it together, organized it into categories, and marked it with titles.
They also picked up calligraphy, paintings, Yi, tripods and other gold and stone cultural relics, and they also rubbed and played with them or spread them out to appreciate them, and pointed out the shortcomings and mistakes in them to each other.
Speaking of which, Guilaitang may seem unknown, but in fact it has a rich collection, ranking first among collectors and epigraphers.
To put it concisely and concisely, she stepped on the shoulders of A Niang, a giant, and Zhao Mingcheng stepped on the shoulders of a family of officials for generations, and together they became an invisible rich man.
It's not golden or white, but it's priceless.
As for the daily entertainment activities between husband and wife, in addition to games, making tea is indispensable, which refers to the accumulation of books and history, saying what page and line something is in a certain book or volume.
The right person will specify the order of drinking tea.
I often get carried away while talking, laugh out loud, and spill the tea in my cup.
When Sun Ge, who was thousands of miles away, saw the life shared by Sister Zhao from the letter, he felt that his head was full of black lines.
She didn't smell the sour smell of love, only the dull and boring life of two top students.
Fortunately, the two of them have similar interests, are well-read in poetry and books, and have bright minds. Otherwise, this is just a way of leisure and entertainment, and one of them would have to die.
If she were Zhao Mingcheng, she would have given up her career long ago.
At this moment, Sunge finally understood the importance of being a good match.
The words passed down from our ancestors do not deceive her.
Although this was not a dignified life, it was still a happy and carefree life for nearly ten years.
During these ten years, Sunge and Aunt Ning finally lived in Jiangning temporarily.
After many years, I set foot in Jiangning again.
The childlike boy who wore a square scarf and hat and firmly said that he "wanted to be a great family, wanted to be successful in his studies, wanted to be loyal to the king and serve the country, and wanted to punish evil and promote good and relieve the people's worries" has also grown up.
The figure is slender and straight, with tired but bright eyes. He is covered with a long gown and holds a book in his hand.
At this time, young people have had their first taste of joys and sorrows and the warmth and warmth of human relationships.
After his father passed away, Qin Hui, as the eldest son in the family, could only stand up to protect his family from wind and rain.
While continuing to prepare for the exam, he worked as a teacher to support his family's livelihood, relying on the income from Weibo.
Children were naughty, but the young and elegant Qin Hui would often get angry and dizzy. He sighed and wrote in his heart, "If I get 300 acres of paddy fields, I won't be the Hozen King this time."
Having gone through ups and downs, he still has a desire to be an official.
No one is born a traitor, let alone Qin Hui's father, who was known for his innocence during his tenure.
In words and deeds, Qin Hui's ambition to serve the country is still clear.
Sun Ge bought the private school with a big wave of her hand, not for any other reason, but because she wanted to witness Qin Hui's changes with her own eyes.
She wanted to know how this brave young dragon-slaying boy turned into a dragon step by step.
Speaking of which, Qin Hui's life was monotonous and boring.
It's like, he only does three things every day.
Warm up books, teach, and support your family.
In his spare time, he never participated in any entertainment and leisure activities.
The gown is always clean and tidy, and the back is always straight.
Xiaoxiao is solemn, cheerful and clear.
Zhenghe five years.
"Mrs. Li."
Qin Hui lowered his head slightly and said hello to Sunge.
A long time ago, he had recognized this woman who spent a lot of money to buy a private school.
However, neither he nor Sunge spoke.
For some reason, Qin Hui always feels guilty when facing Mrs. Li.
Perhaps, the young boy who had no distracting thoughts back then had more selfish intentions after all.
He wants to live a good life and wants his family to live well.
"You're going to Beijing soon to take the exam, right?"
She knew that this time Qin Hui would pass the Jinshi exam and take the first step to change his destiny.
"Don't be afraid."
"It's normal for people to have selfish motives. It's driven by nature."
"Today I have a message for you: Above selfishness, there should be justice. Below selfishness, there should be a bottom line."
"This is a farewell wish. Madam Ning and I will help take care of things at home."
"Until you reach high school and become an official."
Qin Hui's intelligence and agility are unparalleled.
Being able to rule for nineteen years and worship the prime minister twice proved Qin Hui's ability.
"To borrow from your childhood master, the eldest son of the Qin family is very good!"
At the very least, the eldest son of the Qin family has not grown crooked in the past ten years.
Qin Hui was startled and looked ashamed.
"Beyond selfishness, there should be justice. Below selfishness, there should be a bottom line."
Qin Hui murmured quietly, his voice becoming firmer little by little.
"Thank you, Mrs. Li, for your kind words."
"When I go to high school one day, I will thank you for taking care of me."
Qin Hui, courtesy name Huizhi.
"I remember what you said back then."
"Don't forget your original intention and be honest in your heart."
"Let's go."
After sending Qin Hui away, Sun Ge leaned on the wooden chair and sighed tiredly.
Wang's deadline is not far away.
Many things she wanted to witness, she might not be able to see with her own eyes.
"Madam." Aunt Ning first covered Sunge with a blanket, and then stuffed the hand stove inside.
"Madam, the eldest lady has written again asking about your health."
Sunge gathered the blanket around him and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I can't live here in Jiangning for long."
"Since Madam values Huizhi so much, why doesn't she recognize him as her adopted son?" Aunt Ning asked in confusion.
Sunge glanced at Aunt Ning for a year. At forty years old, Aunt Ning was as bold as she was when she was young.
"That's Qin Hui, Qin Huizhi, how can I recognize it?"
Wang left almost no words of her own in the history books.
It's just that when talking about Li Qingzhao and Li Gefei, they will add a sentence, their mother and his wife are also good at writing.
Three words, Yishanwen, summed up her life.
"so what."
"After watching the meeting, I have already regarded you as a trustworthy elder."
"If you ask, he will readily agree."
Hearing this, Sunge still shook his head, "His future is destined to spread its wings and fly high."
In 1115 AD, the 26-year-old Qin Hui passed the imperial examination and was appointed professor of Mizhou.
Immediately afterwards, he passed the examination of Ci Ci and Maoke, and was appointed as the Imperial College Xuezheng, and began to establish himself in Bianliang City.
