Seeing Yang Wei's expression, Yang Baishi smiled slightly.
"Sanlang, which one do you think is more powerful, Wen Zhong Gong or Wen Zheng Gong?" Yang Bai looked at San Lang dotingly and asked gently.
Sanlang couldn't help thinking and blurted out: "Wen Zhenggong is a saint, of course he is more powerful."
"What about Wen Zhenggong and the little saint?" Yang Bai nodded and continued to ask.
Sanlang thought for a while and finally came to the conclusion: "Although Wen Zhenggong has been famous for a long time, the little saint is even more powerful."
"Wen Zhenggong is a saint, and the little saint is also a saint. Why is the little saint more powerful?" Yang Bai looked at him gently again and asked softly.
Sanlang thought for a while, with admiration in his eyes: "Wen Zhenggong only blocked the Xixia Kingdom, and the Hu people destroyed the Xixia Kingdom. But the little saint not only regained Chengdu Prefecture occupied by the Hu people, but also recovered Xi County, allowing The barbarians stopped in Xi County. So the little sage is even more powerful."
"Sanlang is right," Yang Bai nodded and smiled softly, "Is there anything else?"
"Wen Zhenggong only has one sentence: Worry first when the world is worried, and rejoice when the world is happy later, while the little sage has "On the Balance of All Things", "On War", "The Three-Character Classic", etc." Saburo General????????? ????????Pull your fingers with your hands while talking about the treasures.
Yang Bai touched his head gently and continued to ask: "Sanlang is so right. I wonder if there is anything more?"
"Of course, Mr. Wen Zheng only helped his own people, while the little saint turned Jintang County, Lingquan County, and Zhaojiazhuang Town into a paradise on earth, and also set up many Zhaojiazhuang schools." When he said this, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his face became pale. Turning red, he lowered his head with an embarrassed look on his face.
His parents sent him to Zhaojiazhuang School to study, but he refused to go, so Zhaojiazhuang School asked him to tell him.
Yang Bai nodded and said softly: "Sanlang, you know that the little saint has turned many places into paradise on earth. You also think Zhaojiazhuang Academy is amazing, why don't you go and study?"
"My child, my child, my child can't bear to leave my mother." After speaking, Saburo's voice was filled with tears and he almost started crying.
Yang Bai tapped his forehead with her finger: "Sanlang, don't worry, my mother will come to visit you?"
"But Sichuan is thousands of miles away from here, mother, will you come?" Saburo curled his lips and almost shed tears.
Yang Bai nodded gently: "I agreed to it, of course I will come see you."
When Yang Wei saw this, he had a wry smile on his face. This young man, who already knew he was in a brothel, was so clingy to his mother.
I saw that Madam was right, she should be sent to Zhaojiazhuang School in Sichuan to study.
Thinking of this, he became uneasy, whether this rumor was true or false.
No matter what, for the sake of my son, this is the only way.
Yang Wei had no choice but to shamelessly carry the gift and follow Yang Sanlang to the home of his classmate Jingdong.
Of course, in order not to let people know, he was under the command.
Jingdong looked at Yang Wei carrying the gift, followed by Yang Sanlang, not knowing his purpose.
The two chatted for a while, and then Yang Wei bowed his hands and talked about his difficulties.
Jingdong felt a little uneasy. Zhao Ping agreed to take care of him, but he was only taking care of the children of the officials.
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked embarrassed.
Seeing Jingdong's troubled expression, Yang Wei didn't know what he was thinking.
But for this traitor, he had no choice but to risk his life.
"Zi Bian, my rebellious son can't be beaten now. The most I can do is scold him a few times. Last time I beat him a few times, and he actually ran away from home, which made the whole family anxious." Yang Wei bowed his hand and begged, "Please Zi Bian, please help me. I owe Zi Bian a favor."
Jingdong is just the doctor, and Yang Wei is the minister. From the perspective of etiquette, Jingdong should bow to Yang Wei.
But now Yang Wei not only kept his posture extremely low, but also saluted him and even begged him.
Jingdong originally didn't want to take on this job, but this classmate's attitude was already like this.
Thinking that his daughter would become Zhao Ping's concubine in the future, and that he would also be Zhao Ping's half-father-in-law, I expected that he would definitely give her this face.
Thinking of this, his face was full of smile, and while returning the gift, he said: "Zi'an (Yang Weizi), you and I are both classmates, your business is my business, Sanlangwu agreed. No need for gifts. "
After speaking, he lifted the gift and gave it to Yang Wei with both hands.
"How about this?" Yang Wei's originally smiling face suddenly froze and became a little gloomy, "Zibian, don't you think the gift is enough?"
He was heartbroken about this Saburo and didn't want Zhaojiazhuang Academy to be able to take care of him.
"Okay, Zi'an, I will do my best to recommend Sanlang." Jingdong's face suddenly became serious and he said with great solemnity.
"Thank you so much." Yang Wei's face suddenly shone brightly, "I'll leave it to Zi Bian to take care of Saburo."
Yang Wei was sad, and there was someone more sad than him.
This person is none other than Wu Wenbo of the Ministry of Rites.
Wu Wenbo is about fifty, his hair is quite gray, and he looks much older than his peers.
He was very thin, with an extremely slender face that looked like it could be blown over by the wind.
However, he has three long beards and a tall and straight figure, which makes him look like an old scholar.
He was drinking tea now, with his eyebrows furrowed and a sad look on his face.
The tea he drinks is not the kind of drunken spring breeze, but the tea group tea that was common in the Song Dynasty.
At the same time, he did not have a teacup, but used a teacup.
Without it, Wu Wenbo's family would be too poor to enjoy teacups and drunken spring breezes.
If it were not for his wife's ten acres of fertile land, he would most likely beg for food.
Wu Wenbo has three sons and four daughters in his family. Four of his daughters are married, and there are three sons at home.
Dalang is twenty-eight, Erlang is twenty-four, and Sanlang is nineteen.
Although he has three sons, he has not yet received a Jinshi.
At Dalang's age, Wu Wenbo had already passed the Jinshi examination.
But although Dalang passed the exam twice, he stopped there.
Erlang is even more miserable. He has only passed the exam once. Although he entered the provincial examination hall and watched the excitement, he has not made any progress.
Fortunately, Saburo's handwriting is also good, his articles are fluent, and his occasional poems are fresh and refined.
Wu Wenbo felt that Sanlang was very smart and had to place his hopes on him.
The result made him so angry that he almost vomited blood. Although Saburo was smart, he always failed to perform satisfactorily in the examination room.
After all, Wu Wenbo was a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, so he still had some power.
Later, Wu Wenbo asked several examiners privately. Unexpectedly, the examiners shook their heads.
One of them, the examiner named Yang Yuan, said directly: "Sanlang is quite smart, but one of his shortcomings is stage fright."
"What is stage fright?" Wu Wenbo asked in confusion, his voice hoarse and deep.
Not only does his appearance age faster than ordinary people, but so does his voice.
Yang Yuan thought for a while, sighed, and said in a clear voice: "Zitong, Sanlang was extremely nervous during the exam. I even saw his body trembling and cold sweat on his forehead. Looking at him like this, it's good to be able to perform his usual three achievements. .”
"What, the Sanlang exam only showed 30% of the usual score?" Wu Wenbo suddenly turned to stone, like a statue, his mouth could be opened wide enough to stuff two eggs.
Yang Yuan nodded, then comforted with a smile: "Sanlang is still young and has plenty of opportunities."
"Although there are many opportunities, I have taken the exam for three times and haven't even won a single exam." Wu Wenbo smiled bitterly and his face was extremely ugly, almost turning the color of pig liver.
Disgraceful, disgraceful, the genius son he had pinned his hopes on failed to pass the exam.
Yang Yuan made good friends with Wu Wenbo, thought for a while, and finally patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Zitong, let Sanlang get tutoring from a famous teacher to get rid of his stage fright habit. I believe he can make a difference in his official career. .”
"Famous teacher?" Wu Wenbo bowed his hands and expressed his gratitude, "Thank you Ziyao, I will find him one."
After Yang Yuan left, Wu Wenbo said to himself: "Sanlang is in Taixue. Aren't there many famous teachers? Taixue has not solved the problem, so where can we find famous teachers?"
Thinking of this, Wu Wenbo felt weak and sat down on the chair.
At this time, his eyes were dull. He also forgot to drink tea and just stared blankly at the roof.
Cough, cough, and with the sound of coughing, his wife Wu Yang came out.
Wu Yang is nearly fifty, with gray hair and a shriveled face, looking exactly like an old woman.
Seeing Wu Yang coming out, Wu Wenbo shook his head, feeling a sense of sadness welling up in his heart.
If the three sons hadn't failed to live up to their expectations, how could the wife have aged so badly?
I want to know that Wu Yang was also a beauty when she was young, but now she is aging far better than her peers.
"Guardian, I actually know where there are famous teachers." Wu Yang said in a hoarse voice.
Wu Wenbo felt even more sad when he heard his wife's hoarse voice.
Madam's voice was originally like that of an oriole, but it turned into this in the blink of an eye.
And all this is because of three useless sons.
Wu Wenbo stood up from the chair with a sigh, and his deep voice was full of surprise: "Madam, where is the famous teacher?"
"Famous teacher," said Wu Yang in a dry and hoarse voice, "the famous teacher is at Zhaojiazhuang Academy."
"Zhaojiazhuang Academy is so powerful?" Wu Wenbo didn't dare to touch his ears, he was so surprised that he poked them there like half a piece of wood.
Wu Yang nodded and said in a still hoarse voice: "Officials work in the Ministry of Etiquette. Don't you know that Zhaojiazhuang Academy has won the top three places in the scholar examination, and is also treated as a fellow Jinshi by your Ministry of Etiquette?"
"That makes sense, but I'm not familiar with Zhaojiazhuang Academy?" Wu Wenbo's eyes lit up at first, and then dimmed.
Mrs. Wu Yang chuckled: "Official, don't you have an official of the same age as you? He just came back from Zhaojiazhuang?"
"This, this." Wu Wenbo rubbed his hands, walked around the case a few times, and finally shook his head, "Is he willing to help with this?"
Wu Yang nodded: "Official, not only are you officials in the same dynasty, but you are also in the same year. I believe he will agree."
"Well, for the sake of Sanlang, I will put down this old face and let Sanlang enter Zhaojiazhuang Academy no matter what." Wu Wenbo gritted his teeth and said decisively.
Wu Yang shook her head, looking forward to it, but she was more disappointed: "Official, do you only have San Lang in your eyes, not Da Lang and Er Lang?"
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"Dalang, Erlang?" For a moment, Wu Wenbo felt as tense as a stone, and his heart sank as if it was filled with cold lead.
