In the past, when Ning Wuchang came to the bookstore to buy famous copybooks for Liu Qingfang, the boss in front of him often looked disgusted.
But now, Ning Wuyan has transformed into a poetry immortal, and even the traffickers and lackeys know how to respect him.
It has always been like this throughout the ages.
"Mr. Ning, I wonder if you have any authentic works that you need to sell. If so, we are neighbors. Can you remember to give priority to the little old man's bookstore?"
"Okay." Ning Wuyang responded casually and saw the bookstore owner's face burst into laughter as he picked up the book he wanted to buy: "I'll buy this copy of "Da Xing Ling"."
"This copy of "Da Xing Ling" only costs half a tael of silver. If Mr. Ning wants it, I can just give it to you." The owner of the bookstore was very generous.
In his opinion, it was impossible for Ning Wuyan to come to the bookstore specially to buy just one book, a cheap book that students would not read at all.
Anyway, as long as Ning Wuyan is fine, he still wants to buy other calligraphy and ancient books. When the wool comes out of the sheep, why doesn't he take the opportunity to be more generous?
"I only want this one."
Ning Wuyang didn't intend to take advantage, so he took out half a tael of silver from his sleeve and put it on the bookshelf.
Under the surprised gaze of the bookstore owner, he quickly left the bookstore, took a detour, and walked towards Ning's Mansion.
The entire "Daxing Law Order" is only about the size of two palms and the thickness of a fingertip. It can be seen that there are many loopholes in the Daxing Law.
Ning Wuchang had heard a saying before that the secret to making a lot of money lies in these laws.
He won't take advantage of the loopholes to make money, but that doesn't mean the enemy won't take advantage of it.
The laws and regulations in the book in his hand were the basis for him to know the enemy's final red line.
"Xiao Yunfei, take this book and you can study with me from now on."
When Yun Fei, who was following behind him, heard this, his little black face turned into a bitter one.
He only recognized three of the four characters in this book. It didn't look like a thick book, but he always found it difficult to learn. "Master, do I have to learn it?"
"Must learn."
A thorough understanding of legal provisions concerning one's own life will not only save one's life, but may also cost one's life.
Especially since the Ye family also has Ye Tongpan, who is good at this aspect, this "Da Xing Ling" is even more important.
Along the way, I bought some pastries that my cousins loved to eat, and ordered some sets of fashionable clothes for my aunts from a clothing store, and sent them to Ning Mansion together.
This time, Ning Wuyan was still ten feet away from the gate of the Ning Mansion. Ning Fuzhong, the old housekeeper of the Ning Mansion, personally walked more than ten steps to greet him, took the cake from his hand, and smiled from ear to ear: " Fifth Young Master is here so early, have you eaten?"
"I came here after dinner." Ning Wuyang walked towards the door.
Along the way, Ning Wuyan's eyes kept looking at the passing nursing home.
Most of these nursing homes are veterans who have retired from injury. I wonder if it was his misunderstanding, but he always felt that there were many more nursing homes in Ning Mansion than usual today.
There are also many unfamiliar people.
"Hello, Fifth Young Master."
Two maids deliberately walked far away in front of him and greeted them with red faces, which reminded him of the words "Girls in the Spring".
A good-looking person who is useless in civil and military affairs will only be used as an embroidered pillow by them, and he will only eat soft rice if he can rely on his face.
But a good-looking person with both civil and military skills will be regarded as the lover of their dreams, and they can't wait to commit themselves to him.
Ning Wuyan passed by without squinting, and his aloof aura made the young maids turn pale.
It was as if the flower buds that had not yet bloomed had been wilted by the frost, and they hid their faces and ran away in despair.
When Ning Fuzhong saw this scene, he cheered up and the smile on his face deepened.
Everyone said that the Fifth Young Master had changed, but he just said that he had enlightened and became a poetry immortal.
Only then did Ning Fuzhong realize that the Fifth Young Master had not only changed his mind, but also his temperament. He was no longer as easy-going and easy to get along with as before.
Ning Fuzhong saw that the old man's courtyard was approaching and asked in a low voice: "Fifth Young Master, the old master is taking the Third Young Master's Kung Fu test. Are you waiting in the hall or going to the martial arts field?"
"Let's go to the martial arts arena." Ning Wuhuang changed his direction as soon as he turned around.
As for the old housekeeper's failure to inform him in advance, Ning Wuhuang saw through it without saying anything.
The Ning family treated their servants generously, so he would not follow the same example.
Ning Fuzhong breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that the Fifth Young Master didn't ask any more questions, and secretly decided that next time the Fifth Young Master came to the house, he would first ask the Fifth Young Master who he was looking for, and then let someone inform him in advance.
Originally, only the old man had this kind of treatment, but now, there is another fifth son.
In the martial arts arena.
Ning Wuyu was hit in the chest by the hilt of the knife and was ultimately defeated.
He was just about to ask his grandpa to practice with him for a while, when he heard the familiar footsteps, his eyes lit up, and he quickly put away his knife, "The fifth brother is here."
Boom!
Ning Feng threw the Tiger Head Knife into the weapon rack. On the surface, his face was tense, pretending to be majestic, but the joy in his eyes betrayed his true heart.
After holding his majestic posture for a while, Ning Feng felt a little tired and simply walked forward to meet him, still complaining: "This grandson walks so slowly. It seems that I will have to practice with him someday."
Ning Wuyan rubbed his chest, which was so painful from the knife handle, and silently lit a candle for his fifth brother in his heart.
He has been practicing martial arts for many years, but he has not been able to survive a hundred moves under his grandfather's hands.
If it were the fifth brother, he would definitely be spanked until his butt was bruised.
Ning Wuyang was very excited when he saw Ning Feng specially coming to greet him. He hadn't seen him for half a month. He opened his arms and hugged Ning Feng's right hand and patted his shoulder: "Grandpa! I miss you so much!"
"Get out of here! It's unlucky to say something so early in the morning." Ning Feng's tense face suddenly cracked, revealing a smile.
Smile and you will be less than ten years old. Ning Wuyao thought to himself: Show me a straight face, it scares me so much that my body almost trembles.
After all, it was bloodline suppression engraved in his bones. Ning Wuyan could not change his body's subconscious, so he could only find a way to change Ning Feng's attitude towards his grandson.
"Grandpa, how many days will you rest this time? I will take you to eat and drink well."
"I came back specifically for your third brother's registration for martial arts. Recently... I have some personal matters that need to be dealt with, and I will go to the garrison soon."
The martial arts examination officer went to the garrison, and since it was a private matter and not official business, Ning Wuyan could only think of one possibility.
That means grandpa has to pay out of his own pocket again to go to the garrison to visit the veterans who have been injured and retired from the border.
Ning Wuyang thought about this visit to the Ning Mansion and felt that the number of nursing homes at home had increased. Only then did he realize that this was not an illusion, but that his grandfather had brought many people home.
"Grandpa, is there a war at the border?"
Logically speaking, if the country is prosperous and the people are at peace, the number of wounded soldiers should be maintained at a certain level.
Grandpa brought many people back home in just half a month, and also had to go to the garrison... It always felt like there was a secret war somewhere.
Ning Feng took a deep breath and waved.
Ning Wuyang quickly put his ear to it and heard Ning Feng say: "The Di people in the west were hit by a snowstorm last year and had no hope of a summer harvest. They repeatedly crossed the border and robbed our people, and several large-scale conflicts broke out."
really.
There is no unchanging peace and stability, it's just that some people are guarding the border with their lives.
Thinking of this, Ning Wuyan took out the banknotes he had in his arms and stuffed them into Ning Feng's hands.
"Grandpa, take these and spend them. Don't worry if you don't have enough."
Ning Feng held the bulging banknotes in his hand. He was very pleased to see Ning Wuhuang supporting him so much, but he still stuffed the banknotes into Ning Wuhuang's hands without even looking at them.
"My dear grandson, grandpa appreciates your kindness. It's just that your shop has just opened and grandpa can't help you. How can he hold you back? You can take this money back, grandpa can't have it."
Yeah?
Ning Wuyang unfolded the folded stack of banknotes and placed them flatly in Grandpa's hand again, smiling like a cunning little fox: "Grandpa, why don't you take a look at how much money there is, and then think about whether you can take it? "
"No matter how many grandpas there are, I can't have...my mother!"
