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When the Zhou and the other two arrived home, Shen Mingjun had already returned.

Zhou angrily told her husband everything. Shen Mingjun did not immediately hit Chen Xi, but instead asked with a smile: "Xiaolang, what do you mean when you asked you when you asked me?"

Chen Xi lowered his head: "I just spoke out the idioms and allusions I know, and I don't mean to show off. Maybe the teacher has never heard of it, so I feel ashamed of myself."

"You little brat, do you have any reason? After all, the sir is the sir. There must be more ink in your belly than you. I think it is the sir who thinks you are crazy and don't want to teach you." Zhou's face was full of anger.

Shen Mingjun stopped his wife from scolding and asked again: "Where do you hear these allusions?"

"Is it taught me by an old Taoist priest. He not only taught me how to read, but also taught me a lot of knowledge. In fact, I can write before I go to study. I also read some ancient books from him, including idioms and allusions." Chen Xi stammered, and he thought it was too absurd.

There must be a reason for this. Although Shen Mingjun doesn't believe that his son met an old Taoist priest as soon as he entered the city, most people in this era like to wear Taoist robes. It is possible that Chen Xi is a young scholar to be a Taoist priest, so he asked, "Did you ask the old man's name?"

Chen Xi shook his head: "Old Taoist priest, old man, don't ask me for his name. The old man wrote two plays before, which were the two performed by the southern opera troupe in the city these days. He asked me to send them to the county government office to receive the reward. Who knew that the reward was occupied by the damn official officer, and I got a stick on my butt."

Zhou was originally angry that his son was lying, but after hearing Chen Xi's words, he couldn't help but become nervous and quickly asked Chen Xi to take off his pants. When he saw Chen Xi's butt, he could not help but hold his son with heartache: "That official is so vicious, go and go with his mother to judge the law."

Zhou took Chen Xi's hand and was about to go to the yamen. Chen Xi hurriedly said, "Mom, I represent the government. Why do we tell Xiaomin fight with the government?"

Shen Mingjun also advised: "Yes, madam, don't be impulsive. We can't afford to offend the government. Don't be reasonable when you get there. I guess you can't even ask for help. Let's bear it!"

"Then we will suffer this mute loss in vain and cannot get justice?" Zhou was indignant.

Chen Xi thought for a while and comforted him: "Mom, don't worry, this matter is not over. The old man said that he had thought of a way to punish the evil official. The Yang family general who is popular in the city is the work of that old man. As long as the news reaches the county magistrate or the Shangguan from the court, things will be a big deal and you can get justice at that time."

Zhou did not understand the trick, but he felt a little sad when he thought that someone taught his son to read and read, but was cheated by the government officials for rewards. Zhou told him: "You kid, remember, you must be filial to the old man, it is best to bring him to our house. Thank him for your father and I."

Chen Xi grinned and nodded: "Okay."

In this way, the study of Chen Xi will be revealed for the time being.

Shu Xiu retreated and Chen Xi no longer had to go to Tudi Temple to recognize Lao Tongsheng, but his family's money was still not enough for him to study in the school.

In the next few days, Shen Mingjun and Zhou both went out early and returned late. The master's house had a lot of work. Shen Mingjun personally had to do two or three people's work, and he was so tired that he was exhausted when he returned home every day. Zhou was better. She was familiar with needlework and threading, and it didn't take much effort to stitch and repair it. It was easier than when she was in Taohua Village.

Every time Zhou went to the tailor shop, he would bring Lin Dai with him, with the purpose of letting Lin Dai learn to be a girl earlier and that he could only manage his family well after marrying his son in the future.

Chenxi has become the same as before and has nothing to do.

Seven or eight days later, the storyteller in Ninghua County brought the story of the Yang Family General to the streets and alleys, and people were discussing the content of the Yang Family General.

Yang Lao Linggong led his troops to fight on the battlefield and fought bloody battles. The Yang family Dalang, Erlang, Sanlang, Qilang were killed in battle. Silang and Hachilang were captured and Wulang became a monk. Almost all the Yang family was destroyed. Yang Liulang and Yang Zongbao inherited the will of their father and brothers and continued to fight. All the men died, and women such as She Taijun, Mu Guiying and others also went to the battlefield, which was extremely tragic. The story of the Yang family general was written alive by Chen Xi.

Chen Xi picked up all the wonderful contents to write. After adding fuel to the storytellers, it would be hard not to make a sensation.

Chen Xi intended to leave a foreshadowing in this book, but the story was not finished. He only talked about the passage of Mu Guiying being in charge, which was the most exciting part of the book, but it ended abruptly.

Storytellers can't make up the story, because it's unreasonable to let women be the leader, but people like this passage. In the end, the storytellers can only be compared with the great victory, and the people naturally don't buy it.

Even so, the story of the Yang family generals was said everywhere in various teahouses. Now it is the summer slack season, and people in and outside the city have time to listen to books, which has caused a sensational effect.

On that day, Chen Xi sent calligraphy and paintings to the calligraphy and painting shop again, which was his third visit.

Chen Xi sent calligraphy and paintings first time, and the shopkeeper of the calligraphy and painting shop drove out Chen Xi, who was dressed in shabby clothes without even looking. Chen Xi did not give up and went again the second time. Before the shopkeeper could drive the person, he quickly spread the calligraphy and paintings for the shopkeeper to see. The shopkeeper saw that the calligraphy and paintings were good and did not drive people away. However, the shopkeeper had limited vision and could not recognize whether this landscape painting was Wang Meng's work, so he asked Chen Xi to take the calligraphy and paintings back.

Chen Xi came here this time and had already thought about the argument in advance. Therefore, after seeing the shopkeeper, the owner of the painting was a Hui merchant. He suddenly suffered from a serious illness when he passed by Ninghua County. After he was cured, he became extremely short of money and could only sell the paintings heirloom. The Hui merchant did not want to lose face, so he asked him to run errands to send the paintings. It was a very bad thing to sell the heirloom, and Chen Xi's words were reasonable.

The shopkeeper saw Chen Xi coming twice and repeatedly, and clearly had some reliance on it. It seemed that there should be no problem with calligraphy and painting. But he didn't want to take risks, so he agreed to leave the paintings and consign them. The so-called consignment means that the store does not pay. If someone buys calligraphy and paintings, the store will charge 30% of the commission.

Although the commission is a little more than 30%, Chen Xi cannot refuse it. It is better to stay in the calligraphy and painting shop to consign than to rot in his hands. If the painting can be sold, he can get some money back, so that his study and his family's life will be guaranteed.

Unfortunately, a few days passed and there was no movement, so Chen Xi gradually lost hope for this matter.

June and July are the hottest time of the year. Chen Xi has to do paper and painting every day, and his works are no longer limited to the early Ming Dynasty.

The most famous talent during the Hongzhi period was Tang Yin, who was well-known in Jiangnan. At the age of fifteen, he became a student of Suzhou Prefecture School as the provincial examination. At this time, Tang Yin had not yet won the Yuan Dynasty, and his calligraphy and painting skills had not reached the level of success in his later years. Chen Xi was not satisfied with the imitation of several paintings.

It was another morning, Chen Xi followed the example and asked if the calligraphy and painting shop had been sold. When he saw his paintings hanging on the wall, he couldn't help but go out with disappointment. He saw that the teahouse in the north of the city was blocked from afar, and even if there was a new book on weekdays, he didn't see people so enthusiastic.

After listening to it, Chen Xi realized that Lin Zhongye, a doctor from the Ministry of Works, came to the teahouse to listen to books. No matter whether anyone who had heard of Yang's generals before, he wanted to sit in the teahouse. When he said that, he would drink the same tea and eat the same fragments and listen to the same books. He would be very proud of his face.

This teahouse is the one where Chen Xi sent out the Yang family generals to the book. Most of the Yang family generals mentioned by other teahouses in the city were stealing from here. Chen Xi did not mean to squeeze into the teahouse. If the storyteller recognized him, it would mean that the owner of the book would destroy his plan.

Chen Xi looked at several yamen operators who maintained order outside the teahouse and turned around and went home.

At this time, in the teahouse, the Han County Magistrate was wearing a loose straight body, that is, a straight collar, a big collar, and a right-sided Taoist robe, accompanying Lin Zhongye, who was in the same outfit to listen to the book.

Because of the unexpected arrival of Han County Magistrate and Lin Langzhong, the story of the Yang Family General could only start from the beginning. The storyteller was so popular that he told the story that had been polished several times vividly. Lin Zhongye couldn't help but smile and nodded. It was obvious that the story was very suitable for his taste.

The rules of storytellers are originally only talking about it, but when the powerful and powerful come, they have to continue talking about it one after another and not be able to take a "next breakdown" to become an official, but there is not so much time to listen to you next time!

After talking for more than a dozen times in a row, the storyteller rushed back to the back hall to solve his personal problems, and then took a rest and his throat was already a little hot. At this time, County Magistrate Han finally had the opportunity to talk to Lin Zhongye.

"Mr. Lin, Ninghua is located in a remote place and there is nothing to entertain. At least the humanities are quite prosperous, you are satisfied with this statement?" County Magistrate Han asked with a smile.

Lin Zhongye picked up the tea bowl and drank the tea, nodded and said, "I didn't expect that Guixian was actually hidden and hiding dragons and tigers. I have never heard of such an interesting book in the capital. The two plays I watched before were very exquisite."

County Magistrate Han nodded with gratitude and said, "As long as Lord Lin likes it, I will let the storyteller come out and finish the book quickly."

The storyteller had a short rest for a while, and Han Xie was a little dissatisfied. He asked the bookkeeper Xia to come in and urge him after changing the tea.

The chief clerk of Xia arrived in person, and even if the storyteller was so tired that he had to grit his teeth and rush to the point. The county magistrate who lost his family was not just talking and playing.

The storyteller returned to the stage and then replied to the book. Not long after, he talked about the part where Mu Guiying took charge. This was the prelude to the formation of Mu Guiying and Yang Zongbao and his wife breaking the sky gate. Unfortunately, at the most exciting time, the storyteller came to a "defeat the thief army" and came to the end of the play.

"Wait"

Because I have said this several times, the listener is not convinced of the ending. After the story is finished, before the Han County Magistrate and Lin Zhongye react, the audience around him have expressed their true feelings.

Lin Zhongye pointed to the storyteller and asked, "Mr. Han, are you saying the ending too hasty?"

"this"

County Magistrate Han's face looked a little bad, and his eyes immediately fell on the Xia Zhuzhu who was standing next to him.

Xia Zhubu understood it and followed the storyteller to the backstage. When he asked, he realized that it was not that he didn't want to say it, but that he had just finished it and could not be edited later.

Xia Zhubu said angrily: "You wrote this, why do you just write it? Isn't this fooling people? Besides, there is a plot about Silang visiting his mother later. Why don't you start writing it in?"

The storyteller shouted injustice: "Official, don't vent your anger on the villain. This book was not written by us. There was a child from that day. He held a thick stack of paper in his hand and wrote a commentary book on it. We didn't take it seriously, but looking at that story, it was in line with the Silang Tanmu who was played in the county a few days ago. It told the story of the Yang family general. So we said, who knew that the effect was so good, but the commentary book ended here. Where can we go to find the second half?"

After hearing this, the headmaster Xia's face darkened, but he was not easy to have an attack. He knew that even if he forced the storyteller, it would be useless, so he had to go back and tell the matter to Han County Magistrate and Lin Zhongye.

Lin Zhongye was quite disappointed: "It's a pity that I can't hear the second half, it's a pity!"

After saying three "sad" in a row, County Magistrate Han's face suddenly became unfavorable. He originally invited Lin Zhongye to come out to listen to the book to please Shangguan, but now it's better. After listening to the book, he fell into the air, which made Lin Zhongye very dissatisfied. So is this considered flattery or offending?

County Magistrate Han said to Director Xia with a stern face: "No matter what, you must find the person who wrote this book, otherwise you, the Director, will be humming."

After saying that, County Magistrate Han followed Doctor Lin.

This made the Chief Xia Zhuan. Although he was a ninth-rank official with a rank, County Magistrate Han might not be able to do anything about him, but his power depends entirely on the degree of County Magistrate Han's letting go. As long as he handed over all his powers to others, what would this supervised chief clerk have to do with it?

It is logical to find someone, but how can I find someone if I don’t even know who the person is?

When he returned to the county government office, the chief clerk Xia was extremely confused. He suddenly thought that the play book he presented that day had Silang Tanmu's mother published, and he also rewarded the silver at that time. Could this be written by the same person?

"Call Li Dali in for me."

The chief clerk Xia gave an order to the clerk, and someone immediately called him.

The person came soon, and it was the day when the reward was deducted and the yamen officer who beat Shen Xiyi's stick.

Li Dali nodded and bowed when he entered the door: "Master, do you always call me a little?"

The chief clerk Xia said coldly: "You said that a relative of your family sent a playbook. I was happy that I asked you to give it a reward of 2 taels. Is there any such thing?"

Li Dali was proud of himself. He got two taels of silver for nothing, which was comparable to his two-month salary. How could he forget such a good thing?

"Yes, you are so old nobleman who forgets things, how can you forget the young ones?"

The Master Xia said, "Okay, go and invite your relative. I want to ask him carefully, what happened to the playbook and the Yang family general."

The smile on Li Dali's face froze instantly, and then his face turned green.

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