Wen Renzheng is over seventy years old, with gray hair on his temples. His eyes, which have been deeply tempered by the vicissitudes of time, are still bright and shimmering with shrewdness. Although his body is old, his steps are steady.
His hair was combed meticulously and tied up casually with a wooden hairpin. Wen Renzheng couldn't help but be startled when he stroked his beard. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. His right hand unknowingly pulled off a few beards without even noticing. His faint smile was fixed on that weathered expression.
On his face, he looked at Liu Mingzhi who had just stepped onto the mountain gate in astonishment.
Liu Mingzhi was a little shocked when he realized that the voice he had retorted in a hurry was not Liu Song. He looked up at the energetic old man standing in front of him and the book boy not far away.
"Old sir, this is really rude. The student had just been having fun with the bookboy, and unexpectedly bumped into the old man without realizing it. Please forgive me, sir."
Wen Renzheng nodded calmly, with a slight smile on his face. He was just shocked by Liu Mingzhi's excessive reaction. After he came to his senses, he didn't take it into consideration and said with a smile, "You don't have to be polite, little friend.
As the saying goes, those who don’t know are not to blame, how could an old man argue with a younger generation?”
Liu Mingzhi didn't care to take a break, so he quickly replied with the polite courtesy of a scholar: "Student Liu Mingzhi, from Jinling, came to Dangyang Academy to study on my father's orders. I don't know the old gentleman's surname, so I dare to ask."
Wen Renzheng said cheerfully: "It turns out that he is the young master of Liu Yuan's family of the Jinling Liu family. He is indeed a talented and handsome man. I am very fond of the young master's name. It is my honor for Mr. Liu to come to Dangyang Academy to study. I am very proud of him."
The headmaster of Dangyang Academy heard about the affairs of the people and welcomed Mr. Liu."
"It turns out that the old gentleman is the famous Mr. Wenshan. The student didn't know that Mr. Wenshan was here. It's rude. Student Liu Mingzhi has met Mr. Wenshan. He wishes that Wenshan will live longer than the evergreen pines in Nanshan and be as blessed as the flowing water of the East China Sea." Liu Mingzhi.
Mingzhi bowed respectfully. After all, he was the leader of the academy, so it was right to leave a good impression.
The muffled laughter of hum hum hum came. Liu Song stood aside and wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. His shoulders kept shaking. It could be seen that the person was suffering. Liu Song opened the corners of his mouth slightly and mouthed Liu Mingzhi.
Two words: "hear people."
Wen Renzheng's face turned a little crimson, and he lived up to his previous immortal appearance. He boasted and looked at Liu Mingzhi depressedly: "Master Liu, the old man's surname is Wen Ren, and his only name is Zheng."
Liu Mingzhi opened his mouth slightly and looked at the old man in front of him with some confusion. Is this a flattery on the horse's leg?
"My little friend, why did you come to this hospital just now?"
"The younger generation followed my father's order and came to Dangyang Academy to study."
"I won't accept it." Wen Renzheng said two words firmly.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. The descendants have long heard of Mr. Wenren's virtues. He is generous and kind, so don't worry about me, a junior." Liu Mingzhi begged with a bitter face.
Wen Renzheng looked at Liu Mingzhi with a half-smile, a strange expression on his old face: "Although our Dangyang Academy has a higher threshold than the Imperial College, it is not a place where everyone can enter just because they want to, you know.
Yet?"
Looking at Wen Renzheng's expression, Liu Mingzhi was a little confused. What do I know? I know, I know a hammer.
"You are confused, please ask Dean Wenren to explain clearly."
Wen Renzheng smacked his lips and shook his head: "Don't say it, don't say it. You have to understand this. I neither depreciate nor boast about myself. Dangyang Academy is a place where it is very easy to get in. I can just say a word. Now you understand."
Yet?"
"Oh oh oh oh, I understand, I understand." Looking at Wen Renzheng winking, Liu Mingzhi felt that he seemed to understand something, and took out two pieces of one hundred taels of silver that Mrs. Liu had given her in private.
The ticket was handed to Wen Renzheng with a look of reluctance: "Put it away quickly, don't let me see them again."
Wen Renzheng looked at the two silver notes that Liu Mingzhi took out, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Boy from the Liu family, do you think that you can do whatever you want with money? I want you to show your skills, so as not to be fooled."
A bastard has entered Yang Academy."
"ah?"
"Ah, what, show me your skills. I also want to see if Mr. Liu, who is famous in Jinling, is qualified to enter Dangyang Academy."
Liu Mingzhi looked confused and stammered: "How can I show it? I have never experienced such a battle."
"You should know the Four Books and Five Classics, right?"
"Won't."
"Have you read the Classics and History Collection?"
"Won't."
"You should know a little bit about the art of war and strategy."
"Won't."
"Can a gentleman know at least a little bit of the six arts?"
Liu Mingzhi carefully bit his finger with his teeth and still shook his head: "I don't think he can."
Wen Renzheng suppressed the anger in his heart: "Don't tell me that you don't know how to recite poems and compose poems?"
"This! This! Seven orifices open to six."
Wen Renzheng asked curiously: "How?"
Liu Mingzhi's face collapsed: "I don't know anything."
Wen Renzheng's face turned purple: "Then what are you doing in Dangyang Academy? Get out of here."
Looking at Wen Renzheng who looked like a bull in heat, Liu Mingzhi swallowed softly and said, "You forced the young master to do this. In this case, don't blame the young master for being unkind."
"what are you up to?"
Liu Mingzhi gritted his teeth and looked at Wen Renzheng, his eyes red: "Mysterious meaning, great summoning technique, money can make people go around." After speaking, he ruthlessly took out five hundred taels of silver notes and raised them up: "Five hundred taels."
You must know that although the Dalong Dynasty is weak, hard currency like silver still has a strong purchasing power. Ten taels of silver is enough for a family of five to live without worries for food and clothing for the first half of the year. Five hundred taels is enough for an ordinary family.
It can be said to be a huge sum of money.
Wen Renzheng raised his eyes and looked at the banknote in Liu Mingzhi's hand: "Our Dangyang Academy has the reputation of being one of the most talented people in the world. You want to bribe this old man with five hundred taels of silver?"
Liu Mingzhi gritted his teeth and took out another hundred taels of silver notes: "Add another hundred taels."
"The Four Books and Five Classics can be reviewed slowly, but the Classics and History Sub-Collection"
"Seven hundred taels."
"These can be made up gradually. Poetry writing is an essential subject for the imperial examination. This is it."
"Eight hundred taels."
"Reciting poems and writing pairs is an acquired habit that can be cultivated. The six arts of a gentleman are the foundation of a scholar's life. It is old and decayed."
"One thousand taels, old man, don't push yourself too far. If you dare to say one more nonsense, the young master will turn around and leave. Even the young master with peeling skin will admit it after being beaten by dad when he comes home."
Wen Renzheng flashed up to Liu Mingzhi like a flying arrow, grabbed the banknote in Liu Mingzhi's hand, and put the banknote into his sleeve without Liu Mingzhi noticing: "Master Liu composed a poem casually.
Well, this is the rule of the academy. Even if I am the leader of a mountain, I cannot break it at will. I still have to go through the procedures that should be followed."
Liu Mingzhi looked at the missing bank note in his hand, his heart aching like bleeding: "Writing a poem? Whatever?"
Liu Mingzhi looked at the sky and the ground for a while, wandering back and forth for a few steps: "Yes."
There was some surprise on the old face of Wen Renzheng: "In ancient times, Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps, and Mr. Liu only took five steps to compose the poem. It's an old man's eyesight. Mr. Liu is indeed a talented person. Please recite the poem.
I will also give you some comments."
Liu Mingzhi took a deep breath, cleared his throat and said affectionately: "A bird is flying in the sky, and there are piles of flowers on the ground. The bird flies so freely, and the flowers bloom so beautifully. This is a simple and humble work, please listen to Renshan
Please give me a long review.”
Wen Renzheng's face turned red. After touching the banknote in his hand, his face slowly returned to normal. The corners of his mouth twitched and he said: "Young Master Liu is indeed a genius. I believe he will be able to pass the high school examination this autumn."
Liu Mingzhitian was shameless and looked at Wen Renzheng excitedly: "Really?"
Wen Renzheng looked miserable: "Well, well, I believe in you."
Liu Mingzhi clapped his hands and said confidently: "Let me just say, gold will always shine, let alone just lift people, the young master will give you the first place in the exam and come back and see."
Wen Renzheng blinked and nodded, and handed over a bunch of keys: "This is the key to the room where the college students live. This is the key to the last double room. Mr. Liu has had a long journey, so he should go and rest first."
After Liu Mingzhi left, Wen Renzheng hurriedly took out the banknotes from his sleeves. His eyes were like square holes: "How many bamboo leaves are there? It's okay to drink Du Kang every day."
Wen Renzheng didn't notice a woman in her late twenties approaching slowly and quietly.
The woman's eyes are exquisitely moving, her lips are pink, she has pills in her mouth, her eyebrows are delicate, her expression is smart yet cyan, weak yet elegant, poetic yet intelligent. The woman gently raised her head and looked at the wretched Wen Renzheng: "
Grandpa, what are you hiding?"
Wen Renzheng was so frightened that he immediately straightened up in a serious manner, with a fairy-like look on his face: "Girl Yun Shu, Grandpa's old bones can't withstand such a fright from you."
Wenren Yunshu looked at his grandfather with a serious look on his face, and then stretched out his hand with green and white jade fingers: "Whatever is hidden, take it out."
"Isn't there anything hidden? Did you see it wrong? How could grandpa hide anything?"
"Huh, I don't believe it."
"By the way, girl, Grandpa has something to do. You can go find Mrs. Liu to take care of it."