The Great World in the Wine

Zheng Liancheng frowned, wanting not to give him such face, but after looking at his wife and sister beside him, and then looking at Wang Jue holding the wine glass, he felt a little short of breath and had another cup of tea with him.

After drinking three cups in a row, Shan Chixia next to her stood up to make things happen, "Auntie, my master is still taking medicine, and it's not easy to eat too much tea. Why don't you give me a few cups of tea?" Wang Jue saw him talking and wanted to scold him, "You butler, you sit on the master's table, and you also interrupt me to drink. However, he also knew that the man with a beard under the jaw in front of him was born under Qi Shaobao's account and was a friend of Zheng Liancheng. He was afraid that if he took out the warrior's arrogance, it would be no good if he took an old fist, so he vented his anger in the nose, snorted, and didn't speak.

After hearing this, the good official from the other side hurried over, "Uncle, my nephew toast you with a glass of wine, and I wish you one day to get what you wish."

This is so bright that people feel comfortable when they hear it. No matter whether you want to be promoted, make money, live a long life, and die, and marry an old wife, you will do everything and it is a panacea.

After hearing this, Dong Qichang and Chen Jiru looked at each other, picked up their glasses and walked over to make fun of them, "Mr. Wang, we will also give you a cup."

Wang Jue suddenly gained a face. Who are these two? A top talented man, a famous scholar, like Chen Jiru, was valued by the then cabinet master Xu Jie at the age of eight. He praised him as Fengyun Qiliner and became famous all over the world. Now, he also came to toast me. He blushed and said with a shy face: "I am the uncle of a good official, you two should not be polite to me..."

In his words, he means that if you have a good relationship with a good official, then just call me like a good official.

Chen Jiru cursed in his heart: Damn, you are too tempted and dare to take advantage of me. If you weren't Feng Zhang's uncle, I would have a look of spoiled. Dong Qichang next to him secretly pulled his sleeves and told him not to get angry. Then he smiled and said, "Wang Yuanwai is my senior Wu. Qichang has long wanted to meet him. In the last provincial examination, Qichang thought about meeting Wang Yuanwai, but unfortunately he couldn't do it. He was even in a bad mood, but he only got the second place in the exam. He was really ashamed. This time he lived here for Feng Zhang. He was very happy to hear that Wang Yuanwai was Feng Zhang's uncle. However, the previous two times Wang Yuanwai came and went, so Qichang was not good at asking for a meeting. I will definitely ask Wang Yuanwai to drink three cups in full."

His words meant, brother, don't be shameless. I am a juren, you are just a scholar, don't show off with me. If it weren't for Feng Zhang, I wouldn't bother with you.

You should know that Huating is the Shanghai in later generations. Although it is close to Ningbo, even in the habit of Huating's literati, they are also called the Three Wu Shizi, but in terms of geographical division, they are from Nanzhili. They are going to Nanjing to participate in the provincial examination. How could they come to Ningbo and still want to meet Wang Jue? So this is actually to beat Wang Jue's face.

Moreover, Dong Qichang, who participated in the provincial examination, originally ranked first in the first place, but because of his poor handwriting, he was pushed to second place. Only then did he practice calligraphy hard and become a great master of his generation.

The second place in the provincial examination, commonly known as Yayuan, can be bragged at any time, such as holding a poetry meeting, and the whole audience is full of famous prostitutes. He shook his folding fan and spread it out loud, introducing himself, saying, "In the Yingtianfu provincial examination Yayuan...", the effect is definitely a sensation.

He said there because he didn't meet Wang Yuanwai, so he was in a bad mood and failed the exam. He only got second place. He just talked lies with his eyes open. However, it is normal for scholars to talk lies with his eyes open. Moreover, scholars usually have a higher level of lies with their eyes open. If there are fewer people in their hearts, they really can't hear it.

Wang Jue pretended that he was also a scholar. Huating scholars were going to Nanjing Yingtian Prefecture for the provincial examination. At least he knew about this. He heard that Dong Qichang claimed that he was in a bad mood and only took the second place in the exam. He felt like he was slapped, and his head was buzzing. He knew that he had been slapped in the face. But the slap was very good. At least the seven fairies in the room might not be able to understand it. So he shook his teeth and swallowed it as if they had fallen teeth and blood. He laughed twice, and his face turned pale.

Chen Jiru next to Dong Qichang was a little surprised. He turned to look at him and thought to himself, Brother Dong! Your level of scolding today is similar to mine! Dong Qichang smiled and raised his glass to Wang Jue. Wang Jue didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, so he drank it in one sip. As expected, such a famous scholar is as big as a basket, so it's better not to mess with him.

"Come on, Wang Junwai, have another glass." Dong Qichang and Chen Jiru pulled Wang Jue to drink his wine. Dad Zheng, who was sitting at the head, was also a smart person. He saw that these two nephews were trying to make him look better, so he slapped Wang Jue's face and couldn't help laughing. He turned to Ai Mei Niang and said: Mei Niang, go and let the children eat it, don't look nervous. It's the New Year, so don't make you feel bad.

Aimei's mother looked at him and didn't know what to say. She looked at her husband and was being slapped by Dong and Chen. Seeing his appearance, she seemed to be toasted by such a famous scholar. Although she was secretly sarcastic, she was still very proud. So she sighed, got up and turned to the table over there, asking her daughters to play without having to worry about the elders' words. The Seven Fairies then breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her father, and drank with her head raised. She seemed very happy. Although they were very strict in tutoring, they were still children. After a while, they immediately became lively again. After seeing her father, she couldn't help but touch her chin and smiled.

Aimei Niang lifted the curtain again, went out to comfort the male servant, and then went to the stove and said a few words to the servants, thanking them for doing the family affairs these days. They were so panicked that the maids, women and servants were afraid to say that they would not dare to do anything. Mei Niang told them that each person would give a tael of silver as a reward for the busy days, so naturally he thanked them again. Then she told them seriously that it was already a young Chinese New Year and that there should be no more things, but don’t slack in everything. Everyone just got the money and ate dates. After a while, they ordered things, they naturally said, yes, yes, yes, yes, and the old servant knew that this was just a knock on the master's house, not intentionally causing trouble. Then she smiled and asked the servants to send more wine and food into the house.

Seeing her turn and leave, there was a big-footed woman who couldn't help but praise her. Our aunt is really top-notch. Everyone, it's not me that I have been doing it in many wealthy families before. How can I have such a kind-hearted grandma? Not to mention anything else, just look at her serving our masters firmly...

As soon as she said this, the stove was a bit uneasy. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but there was not even a single reply. The woman suddenly knew that she had a break and quickly made a gesture to slap herself. The woman who made dishes on the stove had good skills and had no real servants in the Zheng family for the time being. Everyone vaguely regarded her as the leader. She was probably still greedy for her skills and good food. It is said that this man had been at a prince's house before, but later he didn't know what he had committed and was taboo, so he sold it cheaply.

After all, it came from the palace and had experienced things, so the woman was very steady and didn't talk too much. She even mentioned the matters of the master, young master, aunt and grandma at home. At this moment, everyone listened to her. She slowly said: Let's be servants! Just remember the four words and uphold their duties.

Smart people understand this when they hear it, but this old lady saw that there were still a few unclear appearances, and finally said a few more words: In our family, the young master has great skills. Dong and Chen heard that they are both famous masters on the ground in Jiangnan. The master is weak and not very responsible. The old housekeeper is said to be a friend of the master's life and death, and he doesn't ask about our servants much. In the past two months, everything has been done by his aunt and grandma. Therefore, those safe bastards who serve the master should be broken in their stomachs. You must know that the young master is young, and the business of this family will surely flourish in the future. It is not certain that there will be a woman in charge, a big girl, a foreign house manager, who should say, what should not be said, what should be asked, what should not be asked, and what should not be asked. You must pass on your heart before speaking. Don't speak nonsense, which will eventually mislead others and yourself.

Her words were really good words. No matter how stupid she was, she understood it. She couldn't help but thank her. She picked up the spoon, put a bowl of dried plums and braised meat in the pot, turned around and handed it to a maid next to her, and then said lightly: Don't thank me, I have seen it more, and I have suffered some losses. Then she said casually, "You're the best thing you have forgotten, I'm a person who is so forgot about it. I'm so forgot about it, and I can't remember anything."

Everyone nodded repeatedly and said yes. For a moment, they were all excited. No matter what, the master and young master didn't ask much about it. Although my aunt had the means, she was a Bodhisattva-minded person. She was better than those rich families like a basin of sewage in the back house. Seeing that everyone had a chance, they were really saying it now. In the future, there would be a woman in charge, a housekeeper in the outer room, and a girl...

For a moment, they had the intention of twisting a rope and trying hard to one place. They dispelled the embarrassment just now. They were busy, bringing wine to the masters and young men, getting more sweets to the cousins ​​and adding some charcoal to the fire dragon, which made them look a bit like the New Year.

The sky gradually became dark, and the cups were laughing and the Zheng family became lively. Wang Jue and Wang Ziyu were exposed by Dong and Chen, and were thrown on the couch in a corner of the room, still dancing and lying there, yelling, "Madam, go outside and watch, are there any colleagues coming to greet the New Year!"

Chen Jiru, who was so arrogant, coughed twice, and pinched his throat and said to him: "Master, there is a Honglu Temple who praises and handes a post to visit him."

Wang Jue sat up immediately, closed his eyes and shouted, "What kind of rank?"

"Ninth-rank official." Chen Jiru shouted beside him with a pinch of his throat. He snored and lay down again, muttering: "Ninth-rank official, I'm not here, let him wait in the hall."

"Master, I came to a doctor of the Five Classics of Hanlin Academy, an eighth-rank master, and handed over the book to ask for a visit."

"Eighth grade? Waiting in the side hall."

"Master, Guanglu Temple Dianbo, this one is from the seventh rank, and I handed in the post."

"From the seventh grade? I haven't seen each other, I'm waiting in the hall. I'll call me a master at the sixth grade or above."

"Master, this time it's the sixth rank, and the experience of the commander-in-chief."

"Military Attendant? Throw the prayer letter on his face and let him get out..."

The couch and the room outside have no curtains, only a hollow wooden wall, with a round arch in the middle. When the good official heard Chen Jiru's movement, he walked in from outside and hugged him, smiled bitterly, and said in a low voice: "My brother, just leave some face for my aunt!" On the couch, Wang Jue still waved with his eyes closed, not knowing what to fish in the air, and muttered as if he was saying: "Why don't there even be a magistrate in charge..."

Dong Qichang also came over and whispered, "Zhongchun, so unkind." Chen Jiru looked at Mrs. Ai outside. Seeing her looking at her from time to time, she felt a little embarrassed. This Mrs. Ai was usually very kind, and it was a bit unreasonable to fool her husband like this, but she refused to admit defeat on her lips. She glared at Dong Qichang and whispered, "Who said just now that she was the second in the Yingtianfu provincial examination. She slapped her in the face and drank her toast her and got her drunk?"

Dong Qichang's face turned slightly red. For the first time he did this, he chuckled and said, "Aren't I venting my anger for Uncle Liancheng? This scholar was disrespectful to Uncle Liancheng when he came twice. We are juniors, and filial piety is the first priority..."

The good official next to him was so amused and crying. Damn, this scholar from the Ming Dynasty is really revengeful and cannot bear any loss.

However, after hearing this, my heart was warm and very comfortable. Isn’t this the taste of the best friends in later generations? However, the best friends in later generations often took years or even decades to know the truth. However, the Ming Dynasty liked each other and was willing to entrust their wealth with each other, which was quite like the ancients.

When he thought of the word "ancient man", he suddenly burst into laughter. "Milk Horse, aren't these two guys the ancients? Now even I am the ancients.

As he laughed, he reached out to put his arms around his shoulders, but he was a little smaller, looking a little out of character, and whispered: "Okay, OK, I would like to thank the two comrades on behalf of Comrade Zheng Liancheng."

Zuo Qiuming's "Mandarin" says: Together virtue means one mind, and together mind means one comrades.

The three of them laughed softly for a while, sneaked back to the table to have a drink and eat. The other side, who was probably still meeting his colleagues and officials in the dream, was slowly snoring on the couch.
Chapter completed!