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"Master, I really won't be targeting Ming Zhongxin anymore?" asked the master.

"For this, you can take a look at this first." Liu Magistrate rubbed his head tiredly and handed it to the master's booklet.

The master stepped forward to take it and looked at it.

The title of the book is Youthful Learning Qionglin!

This is He Shu? The master said in confusion.

I opened it and looked carefully. The more I looked, the more I became more surprised, and the more I looked, the more shocked I became.

"Owner, where did this come from?"

"Then Ming Zhongxin gave me! How about it, do you think I should target Ming Zhongxin?"

"Is this really what Ming Zhongxin did? It wasn't someone else's ghostwriting, right?" the master asked in confusion.

"I thought so at first, but if I think about it carefully, I will find that now that the Ming Family School has officially opened, we don't know what kind of academic studies it teaches. And these are all done by Ming Zhongxin, and there are no clues to it. There are people behind Ming Zhongxin. From this point of view, this book is from someone else, so it should be credible!" Liu Magistrate explained while pondering.

"In this way, we really can't underestimate Ming Zhongxin, but should try our best to win over it." The master nodded frequently.

"Congratulations to the Protagonist, congratulations to the Protagonist."

"Where does the joy come from?" Liu Magistrate asked with a smile.

"The merit of education and the road to promotion!" said the master affirmatively.

Magistrate Liu smiled even harder.

The master also smiled.

"How do you understand what to do next?"

"Saying, publishing?"

"No! Send it to Master Tixue!" County Magistrate Liu shook his head.

"I understand, but the boss is still smart!" The master suddenly realized and said with admiration.

"You, you!" County Magistrate Liu lit him with his hands, smiling.

"I heard that the Ming family's business has not been very good recently?" asked County Magistrate Liu.

"Yes, yes! The Ming family has insufficient funds recently and its business is bleak!"

“Can there be improvements recently?”

"I haven't heard of it."

"This is your fault, how can you be so negligent! The gentry is the cornerstone of Yi County. We should pay more attention to the gentry and ask about what the Ming family has done recently? Try to give it as much as possible!"

"Yes, what the boss said is, I'll go now." The master bowed and answered.

Magistrate Liu touched the manuscript with his hand, and looked thoughtful.

Ming House.

The courtyard is full of round tables, and there are all tables, as lively as a festival.

At the top, the old lady and her seniors were alone at the table, followed by Ming Youren leading the scholars among the clansmen to sit up, and below were ordinary clansmen, sitting in the seats according to generations. Mingmoe and his father were also Hao Ran.

The maids took care of the table under Xiaolan and Xiaoyue.

The servants and servants shuttled back and forth between the tables to provide services to everyone.

At the wine table, there were crowds of people and congratulations were heard.

At this banquet, the old lady was happy and invited all the people of her tribe.

As the banquet began, Ming Zhongxin toasted the tribesmen present, and the tribesmen stood up to salute.

Wherever Ming Zhongxin goes, there are laughter and joy.

"At the hearing, I wrote three poems about orchids, three poems about mulan and yi calligraphy, which were extremely powerful. Unfortunately, I didn't see them on the spot at that time. Today, I wonder if I can write poems for us, so that we can also enjoy the masterpieces?" A clan member cheered.

Some tribe members knew that Minghui had not written poems in person in front of the magistrate, not to mention that today, although they did not know the reason, they also thought that there might be taboos, so they looked at the tribe members worriedly, worried that Ming Zhongxin would turn against each other on the spot!

In an instant, the field became silent.

"No, no! My young master came back just now and asked for poems and lyrics. I'll pick them up in the old lady's room, so everyone can enjoy them!" Xiaoyue took over the conversation first and gave people a step.

Ming Zhongxin was not very good at himself and waved his hand to Xiaoyue ask for instructions from the old lady.

This is because the Ming Zhongxin’s calligraphy has been collected by the old lady and is ready to be framed tomorrow.

Xiaoyue came to the old lady and asked carefully for instructions, "Old lady, I wonder if all the people of the tribe want to watch the young master's calligraphy?"

"What did you say?" The old lady was surrounded by peers and enjoyed compliments. She was so happy that she had not heard Xiaoyue's request clearly.

"Old sister-in-law, Xiaoyue is asking, our tribe members want to see CITIC's Mobao, do you think it's okay?" An old tribe next to him interjected.

"Is that true?" The old lady looked at Xiaoyue with inquiring eyes.

Xiaoyue nodded quickly and said that.

"Okay, Xiaolan, go and get it!" The old lady turned her gaze to Xiaolan who was serving her next to her and ordered.

Xiaolan should be so, she turned around and wanted to go into the house to get it.

"Slowly, be careful when picking up the mobao!" The old lady grabbed her and added.

"Old sister-in-law, don't worry, leave it to the children! Come and have tea!"

The old lady stared at Xiaolan. Of course, Xiaolan knew that the old lady's calligraphy as the young master was a family heirloom and could not be damaged. She nodded and responded quickly, "Xiaolan remembers that Xiaolan will be careful and careful!"

"This girl!" The old lady looked at Xiaolan's serious look and said with a smile.

The old lady felt relieved and turned to socialize with the clan elders.

Looking at the old lady who was talking enthusiastically with all the tribe members, Mingzhong was filled with happiness in his faith. His relatives in his previous life left him very early and did not experience this feeling of happiness. This feeling is really good!

The atmosphere became lively again, and people instantly devoted their mood to the next round of drinking.

After a few toasts, Ming Zhongxin was already a little drunk and looked at the objects with his eyes, and there was a little ghost.

Take this opportunity to sit next to Ming Zhongyuan, drink some tea, eat a few bites of food, and press down the alcohol.

Ming Zhongyuan asked in a low voice, "My clan, why don't you write that decisive word?"

Ming Zhongxin hopes that the old lady with eyes on the table is far and wide.

"I'm not a fool! You didn't see that when the eldest mother heard Lan Jingze vomiting blood today, she immediately asked nervously. It was obvious that Lan Jingze was the eldest mother's nephew. Even if the bones were broken, it was the family affection that the eldest mother valued the most! Even if the uncle and uncle were so heartless, when did the eldest mother forget this family affection? In her eyes, the uncle and the others are always relatives connected by blood!"

"Today, if I write the decisive words in front of my mother, and my mother asks me what's going on, how will I answer? Wouldn't that be a self-inducing person?"

"In that case, how could the eldest mother be as happy as she is now? Am I that stupid?!"

As he said that, Ming Zhongxin looked at Ming Zhongyuan with contempt.

Ming Zhongyuan almost vomited blood when he looked at his contemptuous gaze.

"Here, come!"

Xiaolan held Ming Zhongxin's Mobao in his hand, and Xiaoyue next to her was careful and protected her like a bodyguard. The two of them came to the old lady with a nervous expression.

"This is my grandson's calligraphy!" The old lady stood up with Xiaoyue's support and proudly pointed at the scroll of paper in Xiaolan's hand.
Chapter completed!