Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 3337 Painting and sauce

Zhou Man took out the bottle of sauce and gave it to Bai Shan. He also wrote down the function of this bottle of sauce and how to use it. Mr. Zhuang also wrote a letter to him, and Bai Shan gave the things to Jia Ding. They took them back to the capital together.

  In a few days, the things were delivered to Kong Jijiu.

  Kong Jijiu took a look at it, glanced at the bottle of sauce, his face was tangled, even though he wanted it, he moved it aside and wrote to Mr. Zhuang. .

  Kong Jijiu rejected Mr. Zhuang.

  The letter exchanges are still very fast, especially the people of the Bai family know that the masters are waiting for this letter, so the land and water intersect, and they were sent to Qili Village in only three days.

  At this time, the Zhou family had just repaired the tomb, and after the ancestor worship was completed, Mr. Zhuang felt tight after receiving the letter, and pressed it down with a sigh.

  Bai Shan stood by and waited, and when he saw it, he asked, “Sir, wouldn’t Kong Jijiu agree?”

  Mr. Zhuang nodded.

  Bai Shan frowned, "This is not difficult, why shouldn’t Kong Jijiu be?"

Mr. Zhuang: "There are too many officials and eunuchs enrolled this year, and Kong Jijiu refused to reduce the number of admissions for the entrance examination. Therefore, the enrollment of officials and eunuchs was very tight, and many officials and eunuchs who just reached the upper limit were suppressed. , Failed to enroll."

  Bai Shan frowned, turned around two times and said, "No, if my nephew can't enter school this time, he will be over-aged next year."

Mr. Zhuang said: "I know, but even if we set off today, it will take at least eight days for us to arrive in Beijing. If we have to register, we have to run to the official and ritual department to get the paperwork. Since Jiu said that this year's candidates will be overwhelming the age limit, Ji Ran will not be hired."

  To put it bluntly, it is because of bad luck, just in time for the number of people enrolled this year, and the Imperial College is trying to reduce the number of candidates.

  Bai Shan looked down and thought for a while, turned his head and smiled with Mr. Zhuang: "Fall, it also depends on the fortune. Mister, why don't you give me the official post and seal, I will try it last."

  Mr. Zhuang was taken aback for a while, then turned around and gave him the official post and seal, and exhorted: "You can't go to the East Palace for this matter."

  He knows that Bai Shan and Zhou Man are well-connected, many times better than him. He doesn't ask who he is looking for, but he can't go to the East Palace. As for the success of things, it depends on luck.

  For a while, Mr. Zhuang was already calm and smiled with Bai Shan: “There are many good colleges in the capital. I am lucky to have it, but I lose my life. Ji Ran also knows this. You and Ziqian should not be too forceful.”

  Bai Shan responded, took the official post and seal and left.

  This time, he was looking for Yang Heshu.

  He sealed the official post and seal and gave them to the subordinates, and asked them to send them back to the capital immediately. When the subordinates left, he glanced at the bottle of sauce on the table, smiled, and stuffed it into his sleeve to find Zhou Man.

   "I will cook soup for you tonight, okay?"

   Zhou Man: "You?" She asked suspiciously: "Our cook is not at home?"

  Bai Shan: "Let you **** craft, but I have done a lot of preparations, don't you appreciate it?"

   "Lead collar," Bai Shan rarely cooks once, and Zhou Man becomes excited, "What soup? No matter what soup you make, I will drink it."

  Bai Shan smiled and said, "You'll find out in the evening."

  At night, the whole family, including Mr. Zhuang, drank a bowl of chicken soup. Zheng was astonished, “I think there is no mushroom in this soup. Why does it taste like mushrooms?”

  Mrs. Liu and Mr. Zhuang also looked gratified, “The Supreme Good is getting better and better, and even the cooking skills have improved.”

   Zhou Man drank several sips, and the more he drank, the more familiar the taste became, so after several sips, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Bai Shan, "This, this..."

  Bai Shan: "Then, that...Don't stammer, just use your baby sauce. I added half a spoonful of it. Don't say it, the taste is really excellent."

  The original chicken soup tastes many times better in an instant.

   Zhouman: "Isn't that for Kong Jijiu?"

  Bai Shan said indifferently: "He has returned, so I think, as expected, Kong Jijiu is good for appetite, but it is not the itchy in his heart."

   "A treasure knife is equipped with a hero, a good horse is equipped with a general, Kong Jijiu does not know the goods, and it is a waste to give it to him, it is better to leave it to us."

   Zhou Man couldn’t help looking at Mr. Zhuang, "That..."

  Bai Shan smiled slightly and said: "I have an idea, come on, just a pot of soup, if you don't drink it, you will be drunk by Yin or the two children."

Zhou Man turned his head to look, only to find that Yin or and the two children had already served the second bowl. Although Yin or tasted carefully, but each spoonful was drunk quite a lot, and the two children were holding the bowl and grunting. Drink it.

   Zhou Man: "You guys drink less..."

  Guozijian registration began in June. The entrance examination is on the ninth day of August, and the admission list will be announced after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

  And the enrollment list of officials and officials was announced on August 25, and enrollment on August 29 after the announcement.

  Mr. Zhuang just wanted to add Zhuang Jiran’s name before the announcement on the 25th. After the announcement, he only needs to submit a post-entry leave application.

  Who knew that the students of official officials were so tightly stuck in school this year?

  The letter was delivered to the capital, Yang Heshu smiled after opening the letter, and then took the letter to the princess mansion.

  Liu Gui, who was staying in the princess’s mansion, immediately greeted him, and Yang Heshu handed him a letter, “Your master asked me to take the "Sage of Laozi"."

After reading the letter, Liu Gui led Yang Heshu to the study in the front yard.

  Bai Shan and Zhou Man’s study were not allowed to allow outsiders to enter, so Liu Gui opened the door and stepped aside and stood upright.

  Yang Heshu opened the door and saw the "Sages and Laozi Picture" hanging on one wall with a glance.

  He stepped forward to look at it. Although it was not the first time he saw it, but goodbye, he still couldn't help but admire it. It was indeed a good painting.

  Yang Heshu took down the painting, rolled it up slowly, put it in the box he brought, and walked away.

  Liu Gui locked the door and sent Yang Heshu out respectfully.

  Yang He Shu got into the car holding the painting, and said to the driver: "Go to Confucian Mansion."

  Kong Jijiu came to Menting Ruocheng this month, but he was not happy at all. He couldn't help frowning every time the door came up to report who was coming to pay a visit.

  The same is true this time. When he heard that Yang Heshu came to visit, he frowned, "Isn’t the disciple Yang who is going to enroll this year already on the list? Is it an unruly disciple again?"

  Changsui bent over and said, "Master Yang is pure, not like someone who is going to go through the back door. Why doesn't the host invite someone in and ask?"

   "Please," Yang Heshu is one of his most satisfied disciples after all, Kong Jijiu is not willing to turn the door out, and asks people to come in after sitting down.

  Yang Heshu stepped forward slowly, performing the student ceremony, "See you, Mr."

  Kong Jijiu waved his hand and asked directly: "Why did Changbo come to visit?"

  Yang Heshu smiled and said, “The student has a new good painting, and I would like to invite him to appreciate it.”

  Kong Jijiu became more interested, "Oh, what painting is it?"

  Yang Heshu took the picture box from Wantian's hand, opened it and took it out. Kong Jijiu also got up, and the two gathered around the table, "What painting is worthy of you to send?"

  (End of this chapter)