Chapter 417 Ximen Qing Seeks Death

Of course, what Wang Yan asked was nonsense. After all, at this moment, Hao Shou was really poor and could only study to become an official. No matter how good his studies were, no one would give up such an opportunity if they could.

Listening to the sound of reading inside, Wang Baoqing recalled the time when he was enlightened. He nodded heavily: "I think, but the family is poor and can't afford it." He was well-informed, and it seemed that the young master had an idea to help him continue his studies. He couldn't help but He looked at the gentle and kind-hearted man who was smiling with hope.

This is the truth. If nothing else, it is said that Su Shi, father and son, passed through the exam and passed the test. The family that was originally a wealthy family in Meishan went bankrupt. Food, drinks, entertainment, outings to visit friends, pens, ink, paper, books and materials, etc., are all money. And I have to take a break from work and study hard. For a tenant family like Wang Baoqing with no money to spare, it was because of the kindness of Wang Baoqing, the high official, that he could be enlightened.

Because this private elementary school in Wangjiazhuang, the place and the houses were built jointly by families in the village. The master in the school was supported by Wang Yan with money. Of course, there are also some disciples who should be given to the cultivators, so they should be responsible for the food of this master. The little kids here are all literate and pretty good.

Wang Yan smiled and patted his small shoulder. Without saying anything else, he stepped to the door of the school. Just as he stood still, shaking his head and shaking his head, the sound of reading changed from rustling to silent, and a pair of children's smart eyes focused on the young man at the door.

The old master who taught also noticed the children's movements and looked at Wang Yan at the door: "Master."

Wang Yan rubbed the head of the little fat man sitting at the door and said with a smile: "You must read the books of sages seriously and never slack off."

The little fat man scratched his head in embarrassment and grinned stupidly at the senior official. He was the first to stop.

After saying this, Wang Yan called the old master to speak.

"I wonder why the high official came to see me?"

The master's surname was Zhang, who was nearly fifty years old. He came from a poor family and had not been successful for many years. Seeing that he could no longer take the exam, he brought his old wife here to teach for the rest of his life, in order to earn some money for his son's education. His 30-year-old son is studying at an unknown Shanye Academy outside. His wife and children live here with Mr. Zhang and his old wife. Firstly, they take care of the old couple, secondly, they make it easier to attend school and save money. Of course, the main thing is His son cannot be taken care of.

"Master Zhang, are there any problems in school or in life?"

Master Zhang cupped his hands and said, "Thanks to the high officials, everything is fine."

Wang Yan nodded and said: "Master Zhang is getting older. It will be very tiring to teach so many children by one person. I intend to expand the school, firstly to reduce Master's fatigue, and secondly to provide different academic progress according to the age of the children." According to the situation, they teach separately. Master Zhang only teaches the Hundred Names and Thousand-Character Classics, another Master teaches the Four Books, another Master teaches the Five Classics, and another Master teaches calligraphy.

I wonder if Master has any good old friends? You can invite them to come to my Wangjiazhuang to enlighten children and preach to their ancestors. As for the treatment, Xiao Ke hereby guarantees that he will not be inferior to Master Zhang. The details can be discussed in detail when he comes. When the time comes, Master will be the first headmaster of Wangjiazhuang Elementary School, and his salary will naturally increase. I wonder what Master wants? "

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the four seasons are different, the people are simple, the rich are kind, and the treatment is more generous. It is such a good thing, there is no reason to refuse. Master Zhang only pondered for a few breaths and then responded: "A high official has a poor heart, and doing good deeds to accumulate virtue is really a good thing. Why don't I try my best? I will write a few letters later and invite my friends to come. When the time comes, It’s up to the senior officials to decide.”

"Master, please rest assured. Even if he cannot be retained as a professor, Xiaoke will give him generous gifts. Master's old friend's good intentions will not be in vain."

"So good, so good."

Seeing Master Zhang's spirits rising for a moment, unlike before, which looked like he couldn't survive, Wang Yan smiled and said goodbye, then wandered around the village for a while.

The people at home in Wangjiazhuang still welcomed Wang Daguan's rare arrival. Of course, it doesn't matter if they don't welcome you. After all, the land they farm belongs to other people, and when the old boss and his wife died of illness, the eldest young man was only fifteen years old. He managed to stabilize such a big business at a young age, including using free and dangerous methods, plus the young master’s usual treatment. They are really good, but Baozheng takes over them. There is power and virtue, there are jujubes and sticks, they are all respect and love from the heart...

He had no other purpose in coming here, just to take a look at what the living standards were like in the neighboring areas.

It is always said that the rich will be rich and the rich will be rich, but the rich are always the gentry. When it comes to the poor people in the village, that won't work. In this Wangjiazhuang family, except for two small landowners with dozens of acres of land, the lives of other people are not miserable, but they are definitely miserable. There is basically nothing at home, and most of the clothes we wear are rags with lots of patches. There are seven or eight households that raise pigs, sheep, and cows, and every household has chickens and ducks. They mainly raise food to supplement food, and swim in the river. , you can make a good living by digging in the ground, and you can lay eggs to supplement nutrition for the elderly and children. There are many people and many things to do, so it’s basically just a matter of making do, as long as it’s a bit hard and tiring enough to make you die.

After looking around, briefly understanding the situation with people, and talking about the expansion of the school, which required help from each family, Wang Yan lay down on the carriage and drove to the tailgate, leaving only two walls and a roof in the carriage. Inside, the nurse was driving the car on the ground. The young Wang Baoqing was sitting in the front room next to the car's shaft, blowing the cool wind, dangling his little feet, and headed towards Yanggu County.

Yanggu County is nothing special, it is just an ancient city style, surrounded by high walls and fortifications. A team of soldiers guarding the gate and several clerks hiding in the shade, checking the goods of pedestrians, are collecting taxes, city gate taxes.

Of course, Wang Yan did not bring any goods into the city, so naturally there was not much to say. In fact, his business tax was very low. After all, everyone in the county government, from the county magistrate to the unknown clerk, is a friend. Compared with paying business taxes, it is obvious that generous gifts between friends are a good choice for both parties to consolidate friendship and deepen connections. It is really a win-win situation.

After getting off the carriage at the city gate, Wang Yan walked towards the city gate with his hands behind his back. From a distance, the soldiers and clerks began to greet him: "I haven't seen you for a while. Mr. Wang is in better spirits."

Wang Yan responded to this group of slack, weak and cowardly little fish who lived a life of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. He waved his hand and said: "A little silver, please come down to drink, Baoqing."

"Thank you for the reward, Mr. Wang." The leader happily took the silver from Wang Baoqing and bowed to thank the big boss with everyone.

Wang Yan smiled and bowed in return, then turned around and walked into the city.

Although the map given by Da is small, it is mostly fertile land with a population of 100 million. With such a large area, coupled with the fact that land annexation is not suppressed and commerce is indeed developed, the population flow is relatively large, and the population in the city is still relatively dense.

However, although the population in the city is large, only a few have ruddy faces and neat clothes. Most people have a hard time and are struggling for their lives. There is nothing special except that the quaint buildings are eye-catching. The environment is pretty good. It can't be said to be very clean, but it is not as dirty and messy as imagined.

Although there is no awareness of protecting the environment these days, people generally have some sense of public morality for the place where they live. When donkey and horse carts enter the city, their own people clean up the poop. Of course, it's okay not to clean it up. At most, they will be beaten with dozens of sticks and fined some money. It's not a big problem. Compared with the earlier punishment of "those who abandon ashes to justice will have their hands cut off", it is much better.

And now this small county town, Yanggu, whose name no one knows if it weren't for Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian, should be a paradise compared to the current medieval Europe.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, eat peaches, they are so sweet. I picked them specially for you because I knew you were going to the city today."

Not long after he left, a child with a bun, about the same age as Wang Baoqing, came to Wang Yan with a basket and shouted loudly.

This was Wu Dalang's friend, the child named Yun Ge'er. As for why he didn't sell pears but peaches, it was because it was just past June and pears were not ripe yet, but peaches were.

Wang Yan picked up a peach, washed it with water from a nearby merchant, ate half of it, and hummed, "Not bad, load it on the car."

"Hey, thank you, Mr. Wang."

Seeing him grinning and asking Baoqing for money, Wang Yan smiled and said, "What's your name?"

"My humble name is Yun Ge'er, everyone calls me that."

"Yun Ge'er, I want to eat steamed cakes today. Do you know which one is good?"

"The steamed cakes at Li Ji's wine shop in the east are delicious, big and not expensive."

Wang Yan nodded, sent the boy away with a few words, and continued to stroll on the street.

Wang Baoqing, who was following behind him, actively said, "Master, can I go to Li Ji to buy steamed cakes?"

"I'll sell them when I pass by later, no rush."

He just asked that question to see if Wu Dalang had come. After all, Wu Song hid with Chai Jin for more than a year before he killed the tiger, and Wu Dalang married Pan Jinlian not long after Wu Song left. It wasn't long before he couldn't stand the rumors there and came to Yanggu County. If Wu Dalang came, then Yun Ge'er would definitely recommend Wu Dalang's pancakes. After all, to be honest, Wu Dalang was pretty good to Yun Ge'er. The two of them worked together to sell things and got along well.

Now Yun Ge'er didn't say anything, so Wu Dalang didn't come.

The carriage guard said hello and went to his Wang's wine shop to wait. Wang Yan strolled with the servant, saying hello to familiar people along the way. He was very famous in Yanggu County, and many people knew him. Those who didn't know him also knew about him. After all, at the age of 18, he had a huge family business, and he was tall and strong, and his appearance was also very handsome, a typical tall, rich and handsome man.

After strolling like this, they arrived in front of a teahouse unknowingly. There was a canopy outside with two tables, and an old lady was sitting there drowsy. Seeing Mr. Wang coming, she stood up and greeted him from a distance: "Mr. Wang, you are in a good mood today. It's so hot, why don't you drink a bowl of sour plum soup from me to whet your appetite, so that you can eat more at noon." As she spoke, she was diligently wiping the stool.

Who else is this old lady? It was Wang Po, who brought Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian together and participated in Dalang's medicine-taking activities.

Wang Yan nodded and followed suit: "Then have a bowl, it's really hard to swallow in the summer."

Although Wang Po had wiped it once, Wang Baoqing still trotted forward and wiped it twice with his sleeves before letting Wang Yan sit over, and then consciously stood behind the eldest young master.

"Wang Po, bring a pot. Baoqing, you sit down and drink too, no problem."

"Thank you, young master."

"Hey, look, look, high officials are kind-hearted. You're lucky. But if I ask around Yunzhou, there are a few people like the high officials who treat their subordinates so kindly." Grandma Wang scooped up the food. A pot of sour plum soup was brought to the table, and he poured it into two bowls. He couldn't stop talking: "Master, you are not young now. It's time for you to get married and spread your love, right? Don't you have a girl you like?" "

Wang Yan looked at the house diagonally opposite and shook his head.

"Why don't the old lady look for the high-ranking official?"

This time, Wang Baoqing didn't even use Wang Yan to speak. He glared at the old lady and said, "Are you worthy of introducing my wife to my young master?"

Seeing that Wang Yan didn't express anything, Mrs. Wang clapped her hands: "I want to meet a beautiful little lady and ask her to be a concubine for a high official. What can I do to find a real wife? So that the high official will know about it. Then Ximen Qing, the second concubine of the high official Ximen is what the old lady told me.”

"Don't bother Madam Wang." As he spoke, Wang Yan looked at the group of people swarming towards the opposite side.

The leader was a man with sharp eyebrows and a square face, his eyes were bright, he was walking with a high head and a flower in his head, followed by two young men and four strong men with big arms and round waists holding knives. He is very imposing and looks like a powerful figure.

Of course, the person who came here did have some power, and Wang Po had already greeted him with a grin on his face.

"Official Ximen, come and have a bowl of sour plum soup at my old lady's place, and you can also talk to Official Wang. You are all important people in the county. We finally met, so it's time to chat."

Ximen Qing laughed and walked over and sat down opposite: "Brother Wang Xian, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing lately?"

"It turned out to be quite good."

"Oh? So it's not good now, but why, Brother Wang Xian?"

Wang Yan looked at Ximen Qing with a smile, and Ximen Qing also looked at him with a smile. Soon, the two of them laughed loudly together.

"Brother Ximen is really interesting."

"Hey, what the hell." Ximen Qing took a big sip of sour plum soup and said with a smile: "Brother Xian, the prices of crude drugs have changed recently. You also make crude drugs, so you should pay more attention..."

This is what Wang Fusheng said before about Ximen Qing's actions. Because he has a large business and has some control over raw materials, he suppresses Lao Wang's pharmacy through a back-and-forth price war. At the same time, he also made trouble with others in the wine shop and damaged his reputation. The cloth shop has come out with new dyeing recipes and new colors. Take action from multiple parties and strike comprehensively. He wanted to swallow up several of his properties in Yanggu County. After that, he risked his life to make money and occupied the fields and houses in Wangjiazhuang. He was very ambitious.

"Thank you for reminding me." Wang Yan smiled and nodded, staring at Ximen Qing's face carefully: "To be honest with you, brother Ximen, I have recently been studying the science of divination and fortune-telling. With my superficial reading skills, brother Ximen is afraid of a bloody disaster recently. , and you should pay more attention.”

Ximen Qing was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed loudly: "I'm afraid my dear brother is not good at reading. I have long heard that my dear brother is good at martial arts. I have also practiced martial arts, and I know how to use both hands to do basic tricks. With me as a nurse, I think I can do it." I'm afraid it will be a disaster. But my dear brother, you are the only one in the family. You have no parents, no relatives outside, and no family members at home. Wouldn't it be a pity to let others get this great family fortune? "

"Whether it's your Ximen official who suffered a bloody disaster, or whether my Wang's family property is passed on to others, let's see." Wang Yan stood up with a smile, symbolically cupped his hands, and let Wang Baoqing pay the bill, and continued to walk around and watch. This street scene more than 900 years ago...

"High official."

Hearing the greeting from his guard and looking at the murderous intent in his eyes, Ximen Qing shook his head: "No rush, no rush, I want to see what tricks this kid has."

Wang Po, who was hiding in the house to avoid being affected by the confrontation, ran out...

"Master, that Ximen Qing is really arrogant."

Wang Yan put his hands behind his back and said, "I've talked too much."

Wang Baoqing said oh, stopped talking, and followed the eldest young master obediently.

While walking along the way, Wang Yan looked at the environment of the county and thought about how to deal with Ximen Qing, who was looking for death. Either kill the family directly, or find some excuse to kill it.

The extermination of a family is a big murder case, and it is very troublesome for the state government to pay attention to it. As for colluding with the county magistrate, it's not easy to find a reason. After all, Ximen Qing's family has a great business, and its financial strength is stronger than Wang's, so it is obviously biased towards Ximen Qing. Although Ximen Qing's family has a big business and can make more money, most people will choose the side that is more controllable. Bullying is the right way.

Thinking like this, it was soon noon, and Wang Yan immediately took his little follower to his restaurant...

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