Afternoon.
The official road outside Jinling City in the north was crowded with people.
There were family members of the students who came to see them off. Most of these families were not wealthy and had never had the opportunity to study abroad. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the government would reimburse a large amount of travel expenses and have the opportunity to become famous. Maybe they could even meet His Majesty. , be appreciated, and reach the sky in one step.
No one wants to miss this opportunity.
If the personnel not subsidized by the government were limited to scholars and above who had passed the examination, I am afraid that Jinling alone could fill the entire Jiangnan Road with more than 700 people.
Even so, when Ning Wuyan saw thousands of people gathered in the north of the city, and carriages one after another lined up in a long queue with no end at all, he knew that these more than 200 people were probably just those who had honors and were registered with the government. subsidized.
The remaining half, whether joining in the fun or watching the fun, was very lively.
The paddy fields on both sides of the official road were full of weeds, and many people were squeezed into the grass, still saying goodbye to the car.
Ning Wuyan raised his hand to block the light on his forehead and glanced at the carriages.
After all, there are only a few people who can use horse-drawn carriages. Most of them ride in donkey carts or even open-air carts pulled by oxen.
It’s hard to imagine how much suffering they had to suffer along the two thousand miles from Jinling to Jing’an City.
"Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles, but this road is too difficult. Didn't the government build a canopy for those oxen and donkey carts?"
Faced with Ning Wuyan's question, those who came with him naturally had no way of knowing.
On the carriage next to him, there was a student in brocade clothes who bowed to him and said, "Ning Shixian, you don't know something. Just for this subsidy, each person will be given twenty taels. Jinling No matter how rich the government is, it can't afford to pay like this. Although there is no rain shelter for those oxen and donkey carts, if it rains, you can go to the inn to stay overnight. As long as there is a road guide from the government, it will not cost any money."
With this explanation, Ning Wuhao understood.
He said that Jiang Yan was thorough in his work, and whether these talented people were there to make a big splash or were really useful, they should not fall by the wayside.
Although the ox-cart and donkey-cart are simple, there is a post station to rest. At most, the difference between the horse-drawn carriage and the horse-drawn carriage arriving at Jing'an City is only a few cars later. There is no need to consider the rest.
Rao is so.
When Ning Wuyang saw an old woman with patches all over her body stuffing a bunch of copper coins tied up with ropes of different colors into the hands of a young man who was holding a book and reading in a bullock cart, he still couldn't bear it. live.
"Yunfei, give the little money you have to that young man, and tell everyone that if anyone is short of travel expenses after the government subsidies, my Ning family will pay for it."
Money is a bastard, if you don’t have it you can make it again.
But everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world.
What's more, if he has that ability, what if he does something practical for everyone?
After all, people's hearts change people's hearts. Helping others can benefit me.
After Yunfei received his instructions, Pidianpidian walked over with a bag of broken silver.
Shen Youchu, who was traveling with him, also wanted to give money to support, but the Shen family was already powerful and would make the royal family jealous, so they imitated Mr. Ning's approach, just in case the old emperor misunderstood that it was an opportunity to win people's hearts.
I am afraid that those poor talented people who received assistance from the Shen family will never be able to turn around.
"Jin'er, how about I lend you 10,000 taels of silver notes to support those students in the name of your Ji family?"
She could only put her mind on Jin'er.
Shen Youchu knew that Jin'er also had the ambition to be talented, and that the Ji family was dedicated to serving the country. How could they stand idly by when such a thing happened?
It's just that Jin'er has always been nervous and is powerless about this matter.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Ji Jin take out a wad of banknotes from the purse at his waist and gently shook it towards Shen Youchu.
"Youchu, don't worry, I already have money. Have you forgotten that I used the dowry my mother saved for me in advance to open an ice drink shop? The income of the ice drink shop in one month is more than the other The total revenue of the stores for one year is this.”
Seeing Ji Jin's uncontrollable happiness, he knew she wasn't lying.
Shen Youchu felt happy for her, but also a little frustrated.
Jin'er has some spare money.
Then Jingxian should also have some spare money.
It seems that they will no longer need to circulate money by themselves in the future. All this is thanks to Mr. Ning.
She used to feel sorry for her two friends when she saw they had no money to spend. She never thought that one day, someone would lead them to become rich directly.
"No wonder they like Mr. Ning."
Although Ning Wuyan was observing the surrounding situation, his attention was still slightly focused on Shen Youchu.
Hearing her muttering, he misunderstood the meaning and explained quite complacently: "According to what Miss Shen said, they like me not because of my exquisite poetry and lyrics, but because I have a way to make money?"
"..."
Shen Youchu fell silent.
That's not what she meant.
Moreover, Jin'er likes Mr. Ning not because of money but because of his poems.
As for Jingxian...does Jingxian like Mr. Ning?
Shen Youchu didn't see such signs, but she felt sad when she thought that after Jingxian returned to Beijing, instead of writing to her, she wrote to Mr. Ning.
No way, no way, no way!
Could it be that Jingxian also fell in love with Mr. Ning and wanted to compete with her?
She knows that Mr. Ning is lovable, but everyone's eyes shouldn't be the same as hers!
Ning Wuyan didn't know that Shen Youchu's mood suddenly became anxious because of his unintentional words.
When his guarantee was publicized, the already crowded officialdom became even more crowded.
Some people specially brought their families here to express their gratitude.
And more people heard that Ning Shixian was coming and wanted to see her true appearance, or wanted to go on the road with Ning Shixian.
"Is Ning Shixian going to Beijing today too?"
In the crowd, a familiar face, Mr. Lin, raised his arm to say hello.
Even though Ning Wuhuang is well-known, because of his lack of airs in what he says and does, coupled with his young age, no one will feel restricted when getting along with him.
Ning Wuyan smiled and waved to him: "I will set off the morning after tomorrow, and I came here specifically to give you a ride today."
boom!
After hearing that Ning Shixian had come to see him off in person, the people who chose to travel together today looked proud, their faces flushed as if they had been given blood.
In a caravan not far from the convoy of talented people, Qizal, who was wearing a straw hat covering half of his face, looked at Ning Wuyan in the crowd from a distance, like a star holding the moon, and then looked at Ning Wuyan, who was dozens of steps away. , hearing his voice, Qizal clenched his fists as he was still so excited that he wanted to rush forward.
"As expected of the Jinling Poetry Immortal, and having been operating in Jinling for a long time, people's hearts are in awe. I am afraid that Ning Wuhao will let them throw their heads and shed their blood. These Jinling talents who can only recite poems and compose poems and moan without pain will also charge into the battle." battlefield."
We must not let this Jinling Poet Immortal become the Daxing Poet Immortal respected by students all over the world.
Otherwise, with Ning Wuchang's brutal methods against their Beidi spies, if the two armies went to war, Ning Wuchang could defeat tens of thousands of soldiers with just one poem.
When the deputy heard Qizal's words, he felt that the leader might have suffered heavy casualties due to the defeat in the Jinling Incident, and now he could only flee elsewhere, so he thought too highly of Ning Wuhuang.
"Even if these talented people use their words or pens, they can't affect the overall situation. There are differences between scholars and warriors. No matter how powerful these scholars are, how powerful can they be?"
