It is said that Chai Wang returned home with an excited face, but he was very unhappy when he saw his father's gloomy old face.
Chai Wang was confused and asked: "Father, what's wrong with you?"
Chai's father asked: "Everyone in the court is so happy today, why do you say those words that ruin the atmosphere? Don't you know that this is very likely to offend the princes, and even the officials, and do you want to lose your future?"
Chai Wang had an indifferent attitude and said: "The future is destined, how can we force it? The child only wants to have a clear conscience in life, and other children will never do what he wants."
Chai's father looked like he hated iron, and said: "You, you, my father devoted everything to support you in your studies. Now, with great difficulty, your ancestors have blessed you and you have become a scholar. Why do you want to ruin your future? Are you
Do you want to make your father angry to death?"
Chai Wang was disappointed in his heart and said: "Father, this is not how you educated your children when you were a child. When you were a child, you told your children that the most important things in life are honesty, kindness, and responsibility. But now, father, you want your children to bow their heads? Why not?"
Do you want the kid to shut up?"
"Why."
Chai's father had no choice but to sigh, with some shame on his face. He said earnestly: "My child, when you were young before, you didn't know that the most difficult thing in the world is not how to speak, but how to shut up. Now you are responsible for the entire family.
You are not alone in your mission to thrive."
Chai Wang was unmoved. He raised his head and said, "My child has been learning to speak for twenty years, and he doesn't want to learn to shut up again. Father, if you are disappointed with your child, then expel him from the house. My child will never complain."
If you, father, give birth to children and educate them just to honor your ancestors and revitalize your family, then your hard work, father, will be considered lost, and there is nothing you can do about the child."
After saying that, Chai Wang went straight back to his room to tidy up, and finally picked up his baggage and went out to Sichuan.
"Where are you going? Come back."
Father Chai shouted loudly, but he couldn't get Chai Wang to look back. He didn't know whether his education was a success or a failure for this child.
In the Xiaofan Building, guests were welcomed at the door. Birds and warblers and swallows were surrounding the guests and making poses. It was so charming that many guests couldn't help laughing.
Among the countless guests, there was one person who was drinking wine. Even though the beautiful singer beside him tried to persuade her, she received a ruthless scolding from him.
This man's name is Ding Daquan, he is in his thirties, and he is appointed as Dali Sizhi, a fifth-rank official.
This level of official is already quite high for a man in his thirties, and he is very proud of his ancestors.
However, when it comes to things in this world, I am afraid of comparing myself to others. I am not a dwarf, but I have to compare myself with giants. I am a dwarf.
For ordinary people, Ding Daquan's fifth-grade official is naturally a high-ranking official. If you can't get it in your life, if you get it, you will be honored in your life and your ancestors will be honored.
However, Ding Daquan, like a woman, likes to compare everything. He thinks to himself that his boss, the young minister of Dali Temple, Jiang Wanli, is younger than him, and his literary talent is not better than his own, but his official position is higher than his own.
, his reputation is greater than his own, and he is also highly trusted by officials. His future future will be many times better than his own.
You have a lot of experience, why do you act like this?
It's really hard to compare people to each other and to compare goods. Tangtang, who was a high-ranking fifth-grade official, was compared to nothing by Ding Daquan and turned into a short and poor man. This made it difficult for him to survive as a seventh-, eighth- or ninth-grade official.
Ding Daquan was so frustrated that he naturally attracted the attention of interested people. He provoked the same people, and it didn't take long for someone to notice him.
A man in his forties who looked like a foreigner came to Ding Daquan and asked him with concern: "This young master, this is a paradise on earth. Why do you sigh so much here?"
Ding Daquan was wearing ordinary clothes at this time, so the man naturally didn't know that Ding Daquan was an official.
Ding Daquan glanced at him and said disdainfully: "I am enjoying myself in this misery, what does that have to do with you? Just go away and don't disturb me."
When the man heard that Ding Daquan was an official, a flash of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Officials, that is, rich men, if you catch a fish in the circle of officials, it will be fatter than catching a sheep in other circles.
Officials are covered in meat from head to toe. One bite is enough to last a lifetime.
The man looked Ding Daquan up and down, and with just a few glances, he concluded that Ding Daquan was full of complaints about his official career and wanted to rise to the top.
The man smiled slightly, and then said: "If you are feeling upset, why don't you go to Xiliu Street and ask Wu Banxian. Wu Banxian is a master of Taoism. He knows astronomy and geography for five hundred years.
Later I learned that five hundred years later, your worries will disappear as soon as they are gone."
After saying that, the man stopped talking and went to drink alone.
Ding Daquan was depressed at this time. When he learned Wu Banxian's name, he subconsciously remembered it.
After leaving Xiaofanlou, Ding Daquan seemed drunk but not drunk. He got on the carriage and asked the coachman to go to Xiliu Street to look for Wu Banxian.
When they arrived at Xiliu Street, the horseman asked people about it and came to a house.
When I got closer, I saw that the house was vaguely filled with smoke and clouds in the dark night, and there was also the smell of sandalwood in the air, which was very mysterious and solemn.
Ding Daquan knocked on the door and asked, "Excuse me, is this the residence of Wu Banxian?"
As he spoke, Ding Daquan handed over a five hundred banknote to the doorman as money for tea.
Menzi, however, looked like a master who regarded money as dirt. He said with a serious expression: "This is the residence of Wu Banxian and Wu Zhenren. If you come to visit, if you are destined, you will meet each other. If not, then no matter how much
Money is in vain, please come with me, donor."
Ding Daquan followed the door inside and waited in the living room.
Not long after, another elderly couple came in supporting their sick son, and they also sat and waited.
The sickly son kept coughing and his face was pale and lifeless. The old couple kept patting their son on the back with tears in their eyes. It was really unbearable to watch.
Ding Daquan covered his nose and moved away from them with a look of disgust.
Suddenly, the old woman shouted loudly: "My child, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Don't scare me."
It turned out that his son couldn't even breathe and died.
Just when the family was frightened, a man appeared in front of them with floating dust and fluttering white clothes.
"Gods, help me, gods, help me." The couple knelt down and cried.
Yes, this person is Wu Banxian.
Wu Banxian looked enigmatic as he took the man's pulse, then looked at the man's eyes, and finally took out a golden elixir from his pocket and put it into the man's mouth.
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