Chunyu Yue felt Li Shui's slightly giving look and refused righteously.
Li Shui smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you are ambitious."
"What I just meant is that no matter what Jia Meng writes, he will get a bottle of Qin wine."
"If you write well, you can receive a total of two bottles of Qin wine."
"Since Dr. Chunyu thinks that my love for talents is charity, then I won't give it away."
After Li Shui finished speaking, he glanced at Jia Meng and expressed his helplessness.
After hearing this, Jia Meng tried hard to restrain his expressionless expression, but in fact, he already regretted it in his heart.
Dr. Chunyu, why did you say it so early?
What kind of charity is not given to others? Don’t you want to give it away for free?
This is Qinjiu, which was just launched today.
There are many people who can't afford it, and even fewer who can write the word "Qin wine" to receive Qin wine.
If I can not only receive a bottle of Qin wine today, I can also receive another bottle as a gift.
That's a bottle in one hand. Looking around Xianyang City, I'm afraid I won't be able to find anyone else.
After hearing this, Jia Meng became a little disheartened. In an instant, he seemed to have lost dozens of gold.
Chunyu Yue frowned, looked at Huaiguzi, and said slowly, "Why didn't you say anything just now?"
Li Shui said helplessly: "Before I had a chance to say anything, I was rejected by you, doctor."
"I rarely give gifts to others. I wanted to be generous, but I didn't expect you, Dr. Chunyu, to be ungrateful."
"There is no other way. Just follow your wishes, doctor, and act according to the rules."
Chunyu Yue turned to look at Jia Meng who was a little distracted and said, "It doesn't matter, your calligraphy is not bad."
"I don't think it's a problem for you to give a high score for Qinjiu."
Chunyu Yue continued to say to Li Shui: "Although Jia Meng is not as sharp-tongued as the Confucian scholar next to you, he still has calligraphy skills."
"As you said before, Shangjun's courtyard does not support idlers. Similarly, the Confucian scholars under my sect are not idlers."
"You can also rely on your strength to speak for yourself."
"For example, this calligraphy, although it is not one ten thousandth as good as the old man's, but at his age, it is not a problem to stand up."
With that said, Chunyu Yue gave Li Shui the handwriting written by Jia Meng.
When Jia Meng heard Dr. Chunyu's evaluation of herself, she instantly came out of the loss of dozens of gold.
This is how the head of Doctor Da Qin evaluates himself.
It is less than one ten thousandth of Dr. Chunyu's. Although it sounds a bit far off, if you think about it carefully, there are not only ten thousand, but probably millions of Confucian scholars in the Qin Dynasty.
As a one-ten thousandth person, I still have a lot of status. That is one ten thousandth of Dr. Chunyu's level.
If compared with many Confucian scholars, my level may be one thousandth or more than one percent.
And it’s Dr. Chunyu’s personal evaluation, which is almost equivalent to official certification.
The more Jia Meng thought about it, the more excited he became. He even began to imagine that when he returned home, he would place a plaque at home.
There are several large characters engraved on the plaque: One ten thousandth of Dr. Chunyu's life.
The more Jia Meng thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and she couldn't even hold back her laughter.
Dr. Chunyu and Li Shui looked up at the same time and frowned.
Jia Meng suddenly felt out of control, and his expression quickly returned to normal.
Dr. Chunyu frowned and turned around and asked, "Why were you laughing just now?"
Jia Meng coughed and said, "Did I laugh just now?"
Li Shui and others nodded at the same time.
Chunyu Yue frowned and said, "Is what I just said ridiculous?"
Jia Meng was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty is joking, there is nothing wrong with what you just said."
"It's just that when the student saw the Confucian scholar opposite, he couldn't help but laugh."
"A dignified Confucian scholar who turns his back on his master and seeks glory has simply forgotten all the Confucianism I have learned."
“It’s really pitiful and ridiculous to have such good learning conditions, but to be half-hearted.”
"If I had such conditions from a poor family, I would cherish it a hundred times."
"You must have some attainments in Confucianism to be worthy of yourself."
After hearing this, Chunyu Yue felt a little excited. He patted Jia Meng on the shoulder and said, "It's good that you have this heart."
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
"Study hard and your attainments will be no worse than anyone else's."
Jia Meng nodded seriously, and then took a long breath.
Li Shui took Jia Meng's handwriting and looked at it for a long time.
Chunyu Yue asked slowly: "How is it? Is it a hundred times better than your new apprentice?"
Li Shui studied it for a long time, and the Confucian scholar beside him was also a little nervous. If he was really compared with this outsider, wouldn't he be embarrassed by the banished immortal?
Li Shui looked at it and said slowly: "10 points."
Chunyu Yue suddenly laughed, and at the same time he happily patted Jia Meng's shoulder beside him and said, "I'm right, you still have some foundation."
Jia Meng also smiled happily, bowed his hand to Chunyu Yue, and said, "The only thing I have been able to find since I was a child is your doctor's manuscript."
"Therefore, my writing habits have always imitated your calligraphy. Any small but substantial growth is also your invisible cultivation."
Chunyu Yue had already narrowed his eyes with a smile.
Li Shui watched the two of them talking and laughing, as if they were looking at fools.
Li Shui opened his mouth, not wanting to break their short happy time, and finally held back his words.
But after all, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Li Shui looked at the Confucian scholar beside him, and the Confucian scholar nodded understandingly.
The Confucian scholar coughed and said, "Dr. Chunyu, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."
Dr. Chunyu laughed until he coughed, and said slowly: "What? Disappointed? I have nothing to be disappointed about."
The Confucian scholar continued: "The full score is one hundred points."
Chunyu Yue stared at Li Shui in surprise.
Li Shui nodded, indicating that there was no doubt what he said.
Chunyu Yue picked up his crutch and gestured to hit Li Shui, but Li Shui dodged and hid behind Li Xin.
Li Xin quickly stopped Chun Yuyue.
Li Xin said slowly: "Sister-in-law, calm down."
"Why ruin our relationship for Jia Meng?"
Chunyu Yue snorted coldly: "I have nothing to do with you."
"Huaiguzi, are you trying to make me angry on purpose?"
"One hundred points, you only gave ten points. Could it be that you did it on purpose?"
Li Shui stood up and said slowly: "The rules are very obvious. When writing the word Qinjiu, it can be similar in shape and spirit."
"But what Jia Meng wrote is intangible and soulless. For Dr. Chunyu's sake, I can only give ten points."
Chunyu Yue chuckled and said, "The score does not depend on your mood. If you are in a good mood, you will be given a full score. If you are not happy, you will be given a ten point."
"There are no rules at all."
"Huai Guzi, it's okay for you to fool these fledglings, but I won't let you do this."
Li Shui smiled helplessly: "This is the rule. Everyone here must follow this rule. The same goes for those who have received Qin wine before."
"Dr. Chunyu, sometimes you have to understand a truth."
Chunyu Yue frowned and asked, "What's the point?"
Li Shui coughed and said, "You must understand that your skills are not as good as those of others, so you have to be willing to be inferior. You don't have to force yourself too hard."
