Lao Bao was stunned. He had never seen such a scene before. His whole body seemed to be standing still, but his waist was still bent like a reed.
"Dad! Speak! Give all the gifts we brought before to Mr. Qin!" Bao Guowei reminded in a low voice.
Lao Bao woke up from his dream and quickly took out all the tea, wine, cakes and other things he had bought. Master Qin smiled and asked his servants to take everything away.
"Haha. Lao Bao, you are so lucky to have such a son!"
When Lao Bao heard this, he felt very happy and praised his son, which made him feel happy.
"Old Bao, since you already have such a good son, it's over. If you come to the Qin Mansion more often, this will be half of your home. After all, you have been working here for more than 30 years. Got it!"
What this means is that the relationship between the two of them is no longer master and servant. Seeing Master Qin's attitude towards him, Lao Bao was moved in his heart. This was the first time in so many years that he did not speak to him in a commanding tone.
"Nephew Guowei, if you don't mind, please bring your father to my Qin Mansion to sit there often, so that Qin Yun can ask for more advice from you."
"Haha, Mr. Qin, you are really polite."
Gossip two or three.
Qin Yun got this good mentor and Bao Guowei resolved the misunderstanding. It was a happy event, so Mr. Qin held a banquet and entertained the Bao family and his son well.
…
in the corridor.
He showed a mysterious smile to Bao Guowei, which seemed to blame and praise, in short, it looked like he loved and hated him at the same time.
"You're a cunning boy. If you push him to me, you'll lose all your dignity!"
Xiong Shili walked slowly to Bao Guowei and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Bao Guowei smiled slyly and said, "Thank you Mr. Xiong for making it happen!"
"That's good for you! Not only did you not make enemies, but you attracted their gratitude, but it caused me more trouble. I have always been the most leisurely scholar in my life, and I have never accepted apprentices. Talent is another matter, but Qin Yun is restless. Come down, I have nothing to worry about!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiong, since you helped Guowei once, I will definitely not forget this favor in the future."
"Haha, you are such an eccentric boy, I like you very much! If the apprentice you accept today is not Qin Yun, but you, then I will be even happier."
Bao Guowei said humbly: "Mr. Xiong is really joking. It is a real honor for me to have you as my master! How about I give you a apprenticeship ceremony some other time? Your Chinese studies ability is so great." The juniors are very impressed."
"Haha. Don't worry! Bao Guowei, if you want to be my apprentice, I can only say that I am not qualified. With your unique insights into history, it will be no problem even if you get a position in the university. .”
"If it's not the threesome you mentioned, then there must be my teacher? Where do you find someone who is qualified or not? In this matter of learning, there is no such thing as seniority, and there is no such thing as being qualified or not?"
"Haha! What you said is right, you really make me like you more and more! Look at the people in the Qin family, except Master Qin, everyone else's words are just because I am a university professor , only worthy of becoming Qin Yun’s master.”
"After all, we live in reality, can't we avoid being unconventional?"
"You're right. Having said that, now that your father has stood up in the Qin Mansion again, your worries should be over, right? Why don't you follow me to Jingkou? That's Miss Monica's territory. I'm going to The purpose of running a newspaper there is to enlighten the people’s wisdom.”
"To establish a heart for the heaven and the earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations. Since ancient times, literati have been like this. Mr. Xiong, at this age, still only thinks about running a newspaper, so he can be regarded as a true great Confucian ”
"Haha. I am an old person. I have studied Confucianism for decades and have read a lot now. The current trend is not in the right direction. Total Westernization may not be a good thing. You and I should look at the problem in a gentle way."
"Indeed. Problems should be viewed dialectically in order to be comprehensive. Being too extreme will be counterproductive."
"Dialectics? I've heard a little about it."
Bao Guowei explained: "Dialectics generally originated from German classicism, and Hegel was the master of it."
"But this is just a way of saying it. For example, philosophers Plato, Aristotle, Kant, Hegel, etc. all use the word dialectics, but in different philosophers, the meaning of this word is different. In our culture There is also this kind of thought hidden in it, but it is not said to be dialectical."
Xiong Shili became interested and asked: "Mr. Bao, you can talk about it."
After chatting for half an hour, Bao Guowei realized that it was already getting late, but Xiong Shili was still interested and said, "Mr. Bao is really talented! I will stay in Wusu City for a few more days. Come and see me when you are free." I."
"That's natural."
"But having said that, Mr. Bao, you should think about running a newspaper again. I believe that with your talent and knowledge, you should never be trapped in this small Wusu City."
Bao Guowei nodded, Xiong Shili invited him sincerely, and he had no choice but to honestly explain the reason.
"My plan is to go back to Zhicheng Middle School?"
"Huh? If you have such talent, why should you go to school? Why not make the best use of it and contribute to enlightening people's wisdom?"
Bao Guowei shook his head, and Guo Chun's shadow actually appeared in the dark pool in front of him. He said angrily: "I still have unfinished business at Zhicheng Middle School. After I finish this matter, I will come to Jingkou again."
Seeing Bao Guowei's appearance, Xiong Shili sighed and said, "Okay. I won't force you. Running a newspaper is not an easy task. When I make progress there, if you come back, it may be better." Use your talents well.”
"Um."
"By the way, your two little poems are very good. Why don't you publish them in a newspaper? There is a Haitang Poetry Club in Wusu City, which is very famous! They have a newspaper called "Begonia Poetry Magazine". I will send your manuscript to the newspaper. If you recommend it, they will definitely accept it.”
Bao Guowei bowed his hands and said gratefully: "Okay. Thank you, Mr. Xiong!"
That night, the Bao family and his son were sent out of the Qin Mansion. There was no light on the roadside of the farmhouse at night, so they would inevitably fall if they walked by moonlight.
Mr. Qin directly arranged a carriage to take them back, but Lao Bao had never been in a carriage before, which was very strange.
When he was about to arrive at Baozhai, Bao Guowei gave some reward money to the coachman who drove the carriage. After receiving the money, the coachman was full of joy and worked harder.
"No! I won't leave!"
"Hmph! It's not up to you!"
…
In the distance, there was a sound.
"what sound?"
Lao Bao's ears were not good and he couldn't hear clearly. He just said, "Is it possible that Mother Qian and her family are quarreling again? I heard that old man Qian loves to gamble, and he beats and scolds his wife and daughter when he comes back..."
"No!" Bao Guowei's heart seemed to skip a beat, "It's An Shuzhen!"
