Chapter 8 Old disciple

Style: Historical Author: Feishuo moshuWords: 2625Update Time: 24/01/18 19:55:40
The disciple, Uncle Qin, was completely convinced.

The two masters and servants in front of them are really stingy.

Thirteen coins, I didn’t even bother to raise my arm, but the other party thought it was too much?

Looking at his son, he knows his father. He has seen a lot of human relationships, and his experience and age can be said to be a good person. Seeing Chu Qing's "picking and searching" appearance, you can see the leopard in the tube. It is conceivable that Chu Wen, the left minister of the Ministry of Industry, Why was Sheng Zai rejected by others in the court?

Uncle Qin, who had lost his patience, waved his hand: "As I said, the master in the mansion is unwell and will not see guests. Don't bother with him. I hope the young master will leave quickly."

Chu Qing thought that he would be left out, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't even get in.

After taking a deep look at the disdainful Menzi, Chu Qing also became angry. He snorted heavily, rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "Let's go, goodbye!"

Fu San looked helpless and was about to catch up when Chu Qing stopped again and looked back at the door: "By the way, aren't you people in the Tao family all literati? Don't you all like poems and songs? Today the young master will stay here A poem for you."

Fu San's eyes lit up.

Originally, he thought that Chu Qing had no literary talent, but just now in Qizhen Pavilion, the tall and thin man was willing to spend a lot of money to "listen" to poetry. What does this mean? It means that his young master is a literary star, but he never shows it off on weekdays. That’s all.

If you compose a poem, if it is not kept intact, it will alarm Mr. Tao.

"Leave a poem?" Uncle Qin was also slightly stunned.

Not to mention, Chu Qing is dressed like a young master, and the sons of high-ranking families in the capital are all very literary, and there are countless people who can speak well, and his master admires young talents the most. If the other party comes out with a masterpiece, he may still It’s really nice to meet him.

Chu Qing cleared his throat, and then said loudly: "There was an old man in front of the Tao Mansion. When I looked closer, I saw that it was Lao Deng. He went up and slapped me hard, and Lao Deng was stunned!"

Fu Sanyi covered his face, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Unexpectedly, the concierge Uncle Qin suddenly slapped his thigh: "What a poem, it has the same rhymes and is easy to understand. What a poem, what a poem!"

Chu Qing: "..."

He could see that this Tao Mansion was a gathering of literati. It was a complete cultural desert, and it was not as good as his own.

Although the disciple is a servant, he is just a facade, but with such cultural quality, it is embarrassing.

"Young Master is very talented in literature. Even an old man can understand this poem. It's a good poem, a good poem."

Chu Qing shook his head.

He felt that Uncle Qin didn't understand. If he did, he would have posted a message.

Uncle Qin recited it again, nodded repeatedly, and said with a smile: "Leaving a name is worse than leaving a poem. After a while, the young man got off his errands, and when he saw the housekeeper, he recited this poem so that the master could listen. Maybe If I appreciate your literary talent, I will meet you."

Chu Qing was startled and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, Mr. Qin, please stop making trouble. It's better to pull him down. This poem is not a good poem. You must not let Mr. Tao listen to it."

Uncle Qin, who was still cheerful at first, suddenly changed his expression and cursed loudly: "You are such a braggart, but you actually know that poetry is not good. Do you really think that this little old man doesn't know how to write and ink? How dare you beat around the bush and humiliate me!"

Chu Qing was dumbfounded, with confusion written all over his face: "You can understand feelings."

"How shameful that you are still the son of a minister, but you are so vulgar and careless with a servant like this old man. Such a caliber is really despising!"

Chu Qing clasped his fists: "You have given up your talents. You should become an actor. I thought you didn't understand."

The old man huffed and glared angrily.

Chu Qing shrugged, too lazy to continue inking, and snapped his fingers at Fu San: "Let's go home."

In fact, Chu Qing was quite helpless. What was he? He was a time traveler. We didn’t ask for pretending to be a slap in the face. At least he could act like a human being. But in the end, he spent a long time chatting with an old concierge. It's over and I still haven't figured out what's going on.

Seeing that Chu Qing had given up, the old man suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."

Chu Qing looked wary: "What? I want to get involved."

"come over."

Chu Qing didn't move.

"I asked you to come over."

Chu Qing finally walked over and said, "What are you trying to do to blackmail me?"

Uncle Qin looked at Chu Qing from top to bottom, and suddenly smiled again, showing his neat teeth.

You must know that although the ancients had the habit of brushing their teeth, they only used fine salt and willow sticks to clean their mouths. Only dignitaries did this. Ordinary people and ordinary people did not have this habit, so most of them had black and yellow teeth.

"You're a weird kid. The young masters of other people's houses are either high-minded or cautious. No matter what, they won't care about the old man. Even if he says a few more words, it seems like he has ruined his identity. Although your father, Mr. Chu, is not powerful, he is still a minister, and you, a young man, are also a tyrannical master in the capital, but you have been entangled with Lao Chan for a long time, why?"

"This young master is relatively poor." Chu Qing spread his hands and said strangely: "Aren't you a disciple? What are you doing with me being poor for so long?"

Chu Qing understands this. There are two types of sects, one is the sect of the official office and the other is the sect of the residence.

The former is not a doorkeeper, but a servant serving the official. The latter is like Uncle Qin, guarding the door, collecting greeting cards and name cards, only welcoming people but not sending them off, which is considered the face of the mansion.

Most of the members of some high-ranking families are one old and one young. The older ones are mostly old people from the mansion, who are like spirits, while the younger ones are mostly half-grown children who are full of cleverness and are running errands to spread the word.

Let's just say that this old man has seniority in the palace. He is an eighth-rank official in front of the prime minister. This does not mean that the disciple is arrogant, but that his seniority in the palace is second only to ordinary stewards, or even higher than stewards and inferior to stewards.

This kind of person is the barometer and the attitude of the master.

Knowing your name and knowing the number in your mind, you can tell whether the master wants to see you or not. If you don't want to see you, you will close the door with a cold look and thank the guests. If you do, you will be polite and full of auspicious words.

Chu Qing was not a fool. From the old man's attitude, he could tell that his father was not disliked, but... he was looked down upon as a dog, and he didn't even give him face.

"I ask you, are you here for my young lady's marriage?"

Chu Qing hesitated for a moment, looked around, then gritted his teeth and said, "I am dissatisfied with my husband. Actually, I am here for the gas, no, for the young and old... and no, for the eldest lady."

The old man looked shocked: "You want to propose marriage to the eldest lady in the mansion?"

Chu Qing sighed. He could tell by the old man's appearance that he might have begun to suspect that he was a loser. Who would be such a good person to ask for a hand in marriage?

Unexpectedly, the old man looked contemptuous again: "Just you?"

"Damn it." Chu Qing was unhappy: "What's wrong with me? Your eldest lady is a third-hand gas tanker. No matter how miserable our Chu family is, at least I'm a licensed product. I'm 100% new and look good. Zhou Zheng, why can’t it work?”

"Can you lead the army?"

"Stab who?"

"I'm asking you, do you have a strategy to control a large army and expand your territory?"

"You're kidding." Chu Qing puffed up his chest: "Who are you looking down on? I don't even dare to kill a chicken."

"Then you are extremely knowledgeable, talented, and knowledgeable about astronomy and geography?"

"Ashamed, ashamed. I'm just not talented. I can only be regarded as a fish that slipped through the nine-year compulsory education."

The look of disdain on the old man's face became even stronger: "You can't do martial arts or literature, so why do you have the ability to propose to the eldest lady in the mansion?"

"Because I'm a normal person."

"Go away." The old man's anger came as soon as he said it, and he waved his hand: "Don't let me see you bastard again."

Before Chu Qing could speak, Fu San couldn't bear it anymore.

"You old dog, you have insulted my young master over and over again. You are the front dog of Tao Mansion. You have no dignity in your eyes. How can a dog have the guts to scold my young master!"

Fu San's anger is not without reason. No matter where he is from, it is just a disciple, but this disciple is too arrogant. Even if the master of the house does not like it, at least the status is high and low. Who will get you? The disciples spoke harshly to each other.

Chu Qing was not angry and stopped Fu San happily.

"Why are you anxious? People who have buried their eyebrows in the past have no need to be angry with the old man..."

Before he finished speaking, the side door was pushed open, and a tall and thin middle-aged man came out.

"Who is yelling in front of the Tao Mansion?"

Another young disciple quickly lowered his head and said respectfully: "Young Master."

The middle-aged man known as the eldest young master nodded slightly, and then saluted Old Man Qin: "Uncle Qin, is someone angry with you?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Chu Qing with a frown and an unkind expression.

Chu Qing yawned and pretended that everything had nothing to do with him.