Putting away the banknotes and portraits, Huang Ying welcomed the guests with a smile as usual. Now she is not an oiran, nor is she one of the best. If no one orders her, she can only stand at the door to greet her guests.
You can also see the scholar in the painting for the first time.
Datong went to private school to teach as usual. The announcement of the results that was being discussed in the streets did not affect what he was doing now. He also knew that there was nothing he could do except wait for his fate to come.
That afternoon, after teaching, Datong packed up his things and prepared to go back, but he was called away by the administrator of the private school.
It turns out that all the gentlemen from the private schools under Zhang Mansion are here. I wonder why they were summoned collectively? Is it because they want to be dismissed collectively?
Some of the teachers here are very old. They have been working as private school teachers all their lives. They are afraid that they will be fired at this time. Where will they find jobs in the future?
There are also students like Datong who are in trouble or waiting for their results to find something to do temporarily. If they pass the exam, they will leave. If they fail, they can only continue to work as private school teachers to support their families while reviewing again and trying to take the exam again next year.
Dozens of gentlemen stood below, chatting with each other, but more worried about their jobs.
"Gentlemen, you have worked hard and have been working hard for the private school. Today happens to be the beginning of autumn. I specially invited everyone to a restaurant to have a happy gathering. It is a right to reward you for your hard work." After the steward finished speaking, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Speaking of inviting gentlemen to dinner, this was not a thing in the past. At most, it was just a few kilograms of meat at the end of the year.
I don’t know what the cause of the convulsion was today, but it’s always a good thing. I put my heart in my stomach. Since I’m going to a restaurant, I can eat and drink vigorously.
The gentlemen thanked me one after another in a scholarly manner.
Then the manager asked someone to take him to the best restaurant in the city.
It’s really the restaurant where Lulu learned to cook in the food court.
There were four tables in the elegant room. Although Datong wanted to go home, he was too embarrassed to refuse, so he had to go and sit at one of the tables.
Naturally, the restaurant served good wine and good food, and the gentlemen drank and ate happily. When they were eating and drinking, no one looked like a scholar, but like a man who had been hungry all day and wanted to eat the food down his throat.
Datong didn’t drink alcohol originally, but the steward of the private school took turns toasting to everyone, and each person drank three to five bowls without drinking. The steward also encouraged colleagues to toast each other, and the younger ones respected the older ones.
Yes, the older ones greeted the younger ones in return.
After going there three times and five times, the whole private room smelled of alcohol.
"Everyone, feel free to eat and drink. You don't have to spend money anyway. If you get drunk, we have prepared special sedans for you. We will definitely carry you back to the private school one by one and have a good sleep. Today,
You guys won’t come home until you’re drunk. The beginning of autumn is about harvesting, so let’s start with eating meat and drinking wine! Come on, let’s have three more bowls!” shouted the private school manager with a red face.
"Brother Tian, I respect you." At this time, the person next to him poured a bowl for Datong.
Datong picked up the wine bowl and felt dizzy, with stars appearing in front of his eyes.
"I really can't drink anymore..." Datong said tremblingly. If he stood up now, he doubted that he would fall down.
"It's not like you won't return until you're drunk. If you know you've drunk too much, that means you're not drunk... This can't be done, it can't be done..."
"I...Okay, I, I, drink." Datong drank it gurglingly, his throat already stinging.