Chapter 947 The chain of contempt in the world of cultivation
Not long after, Wei Changtian walked into the front hall of the small courtyard.
It's not big, and it doesn't have much furniture. It's the same as the compound Duan Fangping and the others chose. It's obviously a rented house.
"Sir, please drink some tea first."
Taking the pastry box from Wei Changtian's hand and putting it aside, the maid poured him a cup of tea politely.
"I'm going to call my young master to come see the guests."
"good."
Smiling and sitting down, Wei Changtian watched the maid quickly walk out of the front hall, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
The aroma of tea lingered in his nose. Although Wei Changtian didn't understand tea, he had been exposed to it after time travel, and now he could tell that this tea was of high quality.
And this once again proves that the man in blue shirt has a good family background and must be from a wealthy family in a certain prefecture and county in Daqian.
But I guess it's not a scholarly family or a eunuch's family.
He should be a wealthy businessman doing business...
Martial arts is greater than literature, literature is greater than commerce, and commerce is greater than agriculture. This is basically the "chain of contempt" in this world.
When the official rank is almost the same, military attachés are higher than civilian officials.
Not to mention businessmen, naturally they would not have a high status in feudal society.
Therefore, most wealthy merchants will try their best to train their younger generations to learn martial arts and study first. If they really have no talent for spiritual practice or are not good at studying, they will choose to let their younger generations take over the family business and become businessmen.
And this man in green shirt is probably well-read...
"Sir, please walk faster and don't keep the guests waiting for too long."
"Ah, I know, I know..."
A low voice of conversation came from outside the house, interrupting Wei Changtian's thinking.
He put down the teacup, stood up, and soon saw the man in green shirt who was studying under the willow tree early in the morning.
"I've met my brother."
After cupping his hands, Wei Changtian said politely: "I took the liberty to visit you and disturbed my brother. I hope you will forgive me."
"Ah! It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"
Although the man in green shirt was somewhat dull, he was not to the point where he was "stupid from reading", so he immediately returned the greeting with his hands in hand:
"Brother, you're welcome. I wonder what your surname is? Where is your home?"
"My surname is Wei, which is a three-character name."
Wei Changtian muttered nonsense: "I live in Linchuan Mansion and do some horse business."
"Wei San..."
It was obvious that the man in green shirt was a little surprised by such a perfunctory name, and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
Wei Changtian smiled and "explained":
"Haha, my father is a martial artist, and I happen to be the third eldest child in the family, so he gave me such a name to make my brother laugh."
"Brother Wei, what are you talking about? It's just that I lost my composure and made Brother Wei laugh."
The man in green shirt bowed his hand apologetically again, and then asked curiously: "But Brother Wei, since your father is a cultivator, then you..."
"Oh, I am indeed a practitioner."
Following the words of the man in green shirt, Wei Changtian borrowed the donkey down the slope and said, "I am here to participate in the martial arts competition when I come to Beijing."
"Is it?"
His eyes were stunned, and the man in green shirt was somewhat surprised.
After all, if the two of them were taking the imperial examination together, they might actually be able to communicate with each other on weekdays.
But if Wei Changtian is a martial artist participating in martial arts, then why would he come to visit him?
The doubts in his heart flashed away, no matter how he came, he was still a guest, so the man in green shirt didn't think too much, he just sighed sincerely:
"Well, Brother Wei has an extraordinary temperament. I think he has already achieved great success in practicing Taoism. In the future, he will definitely be promoted to an official and a general."
"Unlike me, I don't have a good martial arts background, so I can only study some dead books. I don't know if I can pass the exam..."
"Ah! Brother Wei, please forgive me for talking too much. Please sit down quickly!"
"Hahaha, okay."
"..."
...
The afterglow of the setting sun filtered in through the window, casting a golden glow on the small courtyard.
In the courtyard, the maid was cleaning the floor. From time to time she would raise her head and glance at the front hall, probably counting the time to go into the house to serve tea.
After Wei Changtian in the room chatted with the man in green shirt for a while, he generally had a clearer understanding of the latter's situation.
The man in green shirt is named He Jing, and he is from Le'an Prefecture in Daqian. His family runs several large-scale pawnshops in the local area.
Businesses such as pawnshops and banks are not something you can just do if you want to. They require a certain background in the government.
The He family became rich because they once had an elder who served as a magistrate in the government office.
It's a pity that this man died of illness a few years ago.
It is said that leaning against a big tree is good for enjoying the shade. Sometimes the "background" is like the nuclear weapons in previous lives. You can use it, but you can't live without it.
Since the death of that elder, the He family has been ostracized by their peers, and their business has been declining year by year.
Although the He family often visited the government and were familiar with some important local officials, the relationship maintained by money was never as close as blood ties, so He Jing was forced to take on the important task of "revitalizing the family."
As long as he can pass the imperial examination and be assigned a minor official, the He family's situation will become much better.
After all, officials protect each other, and the officials of Le'an Mansion will at least give the He family a little more face.
But if he fails to pass the exam this time, maybe the He family will be crushed before the next imperial examination...
The above is the general situation of He Jing. Strictly speaking, it has nothing to do with Wei Changtian.
Wei Changtian didn't even want to ask about this at all, he just made up the story out of "instinct".
He had previously dealt with "masters of calculation" such as Ning Yongnian, Chu Xianping, and Li Zimu, and his skill in formulating words was not to be said to be the best, but at least it was not something that ordinary people could detect.
Therefore, He Jing almost inexplicably revealed all the details about himself, and also developed a feeling of resentment for Wei Changtian.
Fortunately, Wei Changtian did not forget what he was here for, so after chatting for a while, he calmly changed the topic and said:
"By the way, Brother He, did you bring this maid from home, or did you buy it in the capital?"
Glancing at the busy figure outside the house, Wei Changtian smiled and said: "I only brought a few servants with me to Beijing this time. I feel that the food, clothing, housing and transportation are not very attentive, so I am thinking of buying another maid."
"If you bought it in the capital, could you introduce the seller to me?"
"Ah, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Brother Wei."
Without doubting the authenticity of Wei Changtian's words, He Jing answered truthfully:
"I brought this maid from my family, and she has been with me for seven or eight years."
"Is it?"
Wei Changtian shook his head with "regret": "That's a pity. This maid has a lively temper, and I quite like it."
"Well, Cui'er's temperament is quite lovable, and she works neatly."
He Jing smiled and nodded: "If she hadn't been with me for a long time, I would have given it to Brother Wei."
"Hahaha, Brother He is joking, how can I win people's love?"
Wei Changtian laughed loudly and wrote down the name "Tui'er" in his mind.
Taking another look at the face that was very similar to You Jia's, he hesitated and suddenly said to He Jing:
"Brother He, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Although I am a martial artist, I also like to study poetry."
"It just so happens that I just wrote a poem yesterday, which corresponds to the dusk scene at this moment. I wonder if you can help me correct it?"
"Hmm? Brother Wei, can you also compose poetry?"
He Jing was stunned, obviously a little surprised.
However, he soon realized that his reaction was somewhat inappropriate, so he quickly made up for it:
"Correction is out of the question, Brother Wei, just say it."
"Okay, then Brother He will have some fun."
Wei Changtian smiled, looked back and slowly recited:
"Weeds and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley."
"In the old days, the swallows in front of Lu Jingtang flew into the homes of ordinary people."