In the Xinghua County Government Office, Liang Chuan entered the palace for the third time. Although each time he was much better than the last time, he was first imprisoned, then came to the County Government Office to do business, and finally became the guest of the County Magistrate. The time before and after was also very long. Shorter, but the status is different.
What is the concept of meeting the county magistrate? Let's put it this way, Liang Chuan was originally a junior clerk at the bottom of the food chain of the entire Chinese civil service system. Maybe after twenty years of hard work, he could be promoted to a stock-level cadre (called unqualified), and then enjoy the treatment of a department-level officer. This is already considered He has reached the peak of his life, but when he wants to report to the director, he still has to stand tremblingly outside the director's office, waiting for the director to wash and dress before he can walk into the director's office with fear.
If their director wants to find the county party committee secretary, he should follow Liang Chuan's example and report to the director.
At this time, Liang Chuan had directly crossed several levels, and he was equivalent to an old man raising pigs in the countryside. One day, the county party secretary came to him on a whim to talk about the breeding situation of sows and the harvest of crops in the fields this year. Well, that's probably what it means, it's basically impossible to happen.
To be honest, Liang Chuan had never seen the face of the county party committee secretary in his previous life, even when he was working as a security guard. In this era of increasingly serious hierarchies, I am lucky enough to be a guest of the magistrate. I don’t know if this is a turn of fortune. I will come to my home next year. .
In Xinghua Yamen, behind the Mingtang where the office is held is the courtyard where the magistrate lives. After entering the house and turning to the west, there is a flower hall, which is where the county magistrate receives guests. In ancient times, local government officials had to live in the government office for the purpose of fulfilling their duties, facilitating work, environmental safety, and maintaining integrity and confidentiality. .
Liang Chuan led Xin Wu Bing, and the two of them were taken to the flower hall by the Yamen servants. Liang Chuan and Xin Wu Bing were very sensible, and they were like two pieces of wood. They could not sit around in the house without the consent of the owner.
At this time of night, the wind was cold and heavy. The county magistrate was getting older and his health was not as good as before. It was easy for him to change into casual clothes after returning home. There were several paintings and calligraphy placed in the living room, all signed with names that Liang Chuan didn't recognize, but the calligraphy was perfectly round. At least in the eyes of Liang Chuan, a person who didn't know calligraphy, it was pretty good. The writing on the wall is all in regular script, not even in ugly script.
Xin Wubing commented on several calligraphy and paintings, and they all rated highly. However, Liang Chuan only knew a few people about this thing, Su Huang Mi Cai, but it was a pity that his age had not yet come.
The county magistrate walked in from the side room with a cheerful look on his face, and Liang Chuan and his two men hurriedly bent down to salute. For this land lord, you still need to have a minimum of etiquette. At least the other person's life achievements are higher than yours. You should be more knowledgeable about capable people.
"Sit, don't stand." After Song Zhixian sat down, he did not let the two of them stand.
"We can just stand." Liang Chuan said sincerely, smirking at other people's compliments. He didn't dare to use it to fool these old foxes in official circles, it would only make people disgusted.
From a close look, Magistrate Song's appearance is much better maintained than that of ordinary people. Compared to wealthy businessmen like Zheng Zuliang, he is not much different. This old man exudes a sense of shrewdness, giving people a feeling of mediocrity. , but if you look closely at their eyes, you will find that there is sophistication hidden in their eyes.
"I almost made a mistake. Tell me, who was your teacher and which academy did you learn this literary talent in?" The servant grinded a cup of tea. The teacup was still a Jianzhan Yaobian Tianmu bowl, which was used in later generations. Curiosities!
Liang Chuan's eyes widened when he looked at that bowl. One such bowl was introduced to the island country. At first, it was only circulated among a few shoguns. After that, it was passed to the boss of Mitsubishi Company. The boss of Mitsubishi believed that this was the most precious treasure in the world and he was not worthy of using it, so he only dared to keep it. In the end, it became the island country's number one national treasure.
Liang Chuan did not dare to tell him directly that he graduated from Xiamafang Agricultural College, and it was impossible for Magistrate Song to know him. He could only say: "Mr. Magistrate, that is just a random comment from a friend, and it cannot be taken seriously. I don't have a teacher, and the teacher's name is unknown. , has passed away a long time ago, and there is not a single word left in the world. You don't recognize it." Liang Chuan didn't know if he had talked to several of his teachers to death. If they found out later, they would fight against him.
"Oh?" Magistrate Song looked at Liang Chuan with a serious look, obviously not believing his lies. He asked his servants to bring him an inkstone, and slowly spread out a piece of slightly yellowed rice paper. "He helped me write down the poem tonight. It is a good poem. When I return to Tokyo the next day, I will ask a few old people to write it." Open your eyes, there is a fierce dragon hidden deep in the mountains of Xinghua!" After speaking, he looked at Liang Chuan playfully.
Liang Chuan's heart skipped a beat after what he said. This was such a high evaluation. In fact, he knew how much ink he had in his stomach. He just plagiarized other people's famous works. But since he was the first to say it and write it, he was the one who said it. Yes.
These people are true. Everyone likes to test their calligraphy. They can do anything, and they are good at writing and martial arts. But they have never practiced writing calligraphy. How do they correct it and the words they write are connected? Ye Xiaochai at home laughed at him.
"Uh... Sir, I can't write this word..." Liang Chuan's face turned a little red.
Song Zhixian frowned, thinking that he didn't want to write to himself, "Why, you were very straightforward at night, but now you are more reserved?"
"No sir, I have never practiced calligraphy in my late life, so this calligraphy is really difficult to be refined." Liang Chuan had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Just write. If your handwriting is a little bad, you can cultivate it." What did Magistrate Song think? People who are better at handwriting are more humble. This guy probably wants to show off and amaze everyone with his good calligraphy. one time. When you are young, you don't learn anything good and just spend your time on these sideways. Don't talk about Song Zhixian, even Xin Wubing doesn't believe it.
When Magistrate Song spoke, Liang Chuan did not dare to disobey. But when Liang Chuan just picked up the pen, Song Zhixian and Xin Wubing frowned at the same time. They had never seen such a strange way of holding a pen. Looking again, Liang Chuan wrote a few words using a hard pen.
The brush tip is soft, and when written on the paper, the words are just like the scene of a car accident, crooked, with no structure, no brushwork, and no sense of beauty at all. It is estimated that at this time, novice beginners will be able to write such bad handwriting.
Xin Wubing felt embarrassed for Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan could not have written this word intentionally, and he broke into a cold sweat.
Magistrate Song almost spit out blood when he saw this word. If his student writes such a word, he will never stop until he breaks his hand! He thought to himself that if it wasn't written like this on purpose, it would be useless. He had seen many scholars' handwriting, but he had never seen anything like this.
Liang Chuan wrote a few words and glanced at the two people next to him. Xin Wubing's face turned red, and Magistrate Song's old face was so dark that he couldn't see his expression. Liang Chuan didn't dare to write anymore and put down his pen. Like a student who made a mistake, his face turned red and he stood back to his original position, waiting for the teacher's criticism.
Song Guangdou sighed, "I wanted to ask you why you don't strive for fame and at least bring glory to this county. But when I saw your name today, alas, even though you have thousands of poems, but you want to achieve something in the imperial examination, you can't "Practice this word hard, I have long advised you to give up this idea."
Liang Chuan had a wry smile on his face. He didn't want to steal other people's jobs. "I know my own worth, so I don't dare to show my shame."
Song Guangdou said: "Liang Chuan, I tell you that although you are not good at writing calligraphy, if you want to develop in the direction of the imperial examination and go back and practice calligraphy for ten years, you will definitely become famous in the world. If you don't want to, you don't have to stick to this. Along the way, write lyrics, just like you said, your lyrics can be passed down for thousands of years."
Huh? This old official is quite open-minded. Others would usually advise him to be a good person, practice his calligraphy well, and go back to get a good name.
Song Guangdou continued: "You are as talented as the sky but you are willing to live here in obscurity?"
Liang Chuan smiled and said: "Of course not. There are so many beautiful rivers and mountains in our motherland, and I haven't even measured them yet. My wish in this life is to travel all over the mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty, and I will never end up here. If that's the case, Then I might as well die if I’m still here!”
"Okay, it's getting late. You should go back and rest early. My old bones are not good anymore. I feel uncomfortable after sleeping for a while. You can go on your own..." Magistrate Song yawned and saw off the guests naked. .
Song Zhixian originally wanted to test Liang Chuan. If this young man was real, he would at least be able to face the Holy Spirit one day. He had already planned to take him under his tutelage. If he could become a teacher in the future, he would be able to do so. He became famous, and now all scholars are called disciples of the emperor, but which examiner he came from, this background still has to be discussed. He just took a fancy to Liang Chuan, a man with extraordinary talents. Who knows that word? Hey, he might as well die this way. At least he might not be able to survive that time.
"Mr. Magistrate, I have one more thing, I don't know whether to say it or not?"
"Just tell me when you're here."
"Helu Village will have its own school in the near future. At that time, Helu students will not be charged any money and they will come to study for free. However, not charging money is only a temporary solution. I may not be able to maintain this situation in a hundred years. , Education is a long-term plan, and a long-term plan cannot be planned for a moment. I want to continue this matter, but I can't do it by myself."
Song Guangdou held the tea in the air and looked at Liang Chuan for a long time. Liang Chuan couldn't figure out what this veteran official was thinking, and he didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of this old fox for too long. He had the temerity to talk about this matter today, and he wouldn't care if he met the wrong person.
Xin Wubing suddenly felt solemn. What kind of person did he meet? This person was so complicated. The knowledge is transcendent and the writing is brilliant, but the words can only flow naturally. . But there is a group of people who are passionate about cultivating talents for the world. Hehe, a common man with a flat head, who would spend so much energy on education. .
Song Guangdou thought for a while, if this matter is done well, and in the name of the government, he will be able to leave a big mark in history. At least the people here will really know that he has made great efforts in this matter. Bar.
"go on."
"The boy has a bold idea. Behind the address of Helu Academy is a barren mountain. It is a pity that this land is barren and no one is planting it. Can the county government classify it as a public property of the school? I am confident that it will be used in the future. This land is cultivated as school land, registered and deleted, and all the harvest is used by the school. This will not worry about the school running out of funds in a hundred years. In this way, there is no need to occupy private land, but also can cultivate mountains and open up wasteland, increasing the area of cultivated land. , Sir, what do you think?"
"Why are you doing this?" Song Zhixian seemed to recall something, something deep in his memory. What his teacher told him when he packed his suitcase and went to Beijing for the exam that year, but dozens of things were As time passes, he seems to have forgotten his original intention.
Liang Chuan squinted and smiled without any selfishness: "He Lu's Baozheng made this request to me, but I couldn't refuse, so I did it."
The living room was quiet for a long time.
Magistrate Song sighed for no reason, and Liang Chuan's heart tightened, maybe this matter was going to be dirty. Then he only said to Liang Chuan: "The next generation is to be feared."
Liang Chuan was confused again. What was the subtext?
"I understand, please go back."
Liang Chuan and his two men did not dare to make any mistake, so they respectfully asked Magistrate Song to pay their respects and then withdrew. I also met Li Chengfu in the county government compound. This old boy walked around the yard like an ant on a hot pot.
"Old Zheng, what are you doing?"
"The county magistrate called you in, why?" Zheng Fucheng stared at Liang Chuan with his eyes wide open, and then added: "You are not causing trouble!"
"I didn't say anything. I just said that you have a stable character and are able to do things well. You have given me a lot of help mentally and in life. I would have been dead without you. That's all." Liang Chuan rolled his eyes at him and said.
Li Chengfu was too simple-minded to believe it, and he was so happy that he looked like a fool.
