A luxurious carriage drove slowly along the country road.
In the carriage, Mrs. Tang, mother and son Liu were silent, while Tang Qingshan still held a rolled-up painting in his hand.
Tang Qingshan just stared at this painting blankly.
At this moment, he didn't know how to express his inner emotions, but he still couldn't forget what Master Wu said at the mayor's house.
"Speaking of which, I drew this painting casually when I was young. I didn't expect that you would get it. What a fate!"
"You want to give this painting to your husband? Isn't this just trying to make a fool of yourself in front of experts? Take it back quickly! Take it back quickly"
Master Wu's shocked expression kept echoing in Tang Qingshan's mind.
Suddenly, Mrs. Tang, who had been silent for a long time, said in a serious tone: "Mrs. Liu, when you get back, urge Xiaoyu to copy the female ring a hundred times. Don't leave the house until you finish copying it!"
Of course Tang Xiaoyu on the side was not happy. She wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ms. Liu, "My wife understands!"
"Um!"
Mrs. Tang nodded and became silent again.
Tang Xiaoyu's face looked extremely aggrieved.
She has obviously apologized, why should she be asked to copy the female ring?
You must know that there are many, many words in the female ring. How long will it take to copy it a hundred times?
It's all that little girl's fault.
If it hadn't been for her, she wouldn't have been punished by her grandmother to copy the female ring.
When Mrs. Liu saw this, she sighed in her heart. How could she not know that her daughter had grievances, but this time her daughter really offended someone she shouldn't have offended.
Tang Qingshan didn't say anything when he saw his sister's appearance.
The carriage drove slowly past the big locust tree.
Ling He held several long knives in his arms, stopped in his tracks, and looked quietly at the carriage that was gradually driving away.
"What's wrong? Have you fallen in love with that carriage?"
Song Leizi on the side saw this and immediately joked.
"No, I've seen that carriage before!"
Ling Hebian smiled sheepishly.
"That's it!"
Song Laizi raised his eyes to look at the carriage going away and touched his chin, "That carriage looks like the Tang family that moved to the town some time ago!"
"Tang family?"
Ling Hebian looked again.
"Yes, I heard that the son of the old lady from the Tang family is the prefect of Pingjiang Prefecture. Her grandchildren came over a few days ago, and she even greeted me at the time!"
Song Lezi is in charge of many things in the town, especially the people who move to live in the town. He needs to know more or less about it, so as not to let some people who are evil-doing and unkind for wealth move in.
But Ling Hebian on the side was shocked by Song Leizi's words.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Song Leizi laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, this is the first time I've heard of such an important official as the prefect!" Ling Hebian's face couldn't help but blush.
"Haha, he is just a prefect. You will understand in the future that a prefect is nothing in our small town!"
Song Leizi laughed loudly and patted Ling Hebian on the shoulder.
“Our town is very low-key!”
Ling Hebian didn't understand, but when he saw that Song Leizi had left, he quickly followed him with his long knife in his arms.
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Return to the Tang family.
Mrs. Liu took Tang Xiaoyu to the house to teach her daughter, and Mrs. Tang asked Tang Qingshan to come to the side room to talk about something.
"Qingshan, you are a scholar. Do you know that there is a great scholar named Wu?"
Mrs. Tang sat in the front seat and asked with a somewhat serious tone.
"Grandma, you should have guessed it!"
Tang Qingshan smiled bitterly and couldn't help but look at the scroll in his hand.
Although this painting has no signature and it is unclear who painted it, after appraisal by many Confucian scholars, this painting is indeed a calligraphy and painting by a great Confucian scholar.
And this painting was painted by Master Wu when he was young, which undoubtedly shows that he was a great Confucian in his youth.
There were only a handful of great Confucians in the Wei Dynasty. Anyone who was a scholar in the Wei Dynasty had heard of their names to some extent, but there was not a single great Confucian named Wu.
But there are no great Confucians, which does not mean there are no great Confucians.
And this is exactly what shocked them.
Above the great Confucian scholars, there was only one person in the Wei Dynasty, a man who held an extremely high status in the minds of scholars, a legendary man.
That person is the contemporary Wu Shengren.
"Guessing is one thing, believing is another!"
Mrs. Tang laughed and shook her head. Who would have thought that the dignified Shengren Wu would be in Nomo Town!
"However, if it is really that person, it is not surprising why the current Holy Lord trusts Bufan Academy so much, and even dares to support Bufan Academy even though he knows that it will be in conflict with the other three major academies!"
Mrs. Tang murmured, and her eyes suddenly became enlightened.
In the Wei Dynasty, anyone with some power knew that the current sage was single-handedly supported by Sage Wu, and the current sage often called himself a disciple of Sage Wu.
It can be seen that the relationship between the two is extraordinary.
"Grandma, when you were at the mayor's house, did you notice the person who called him the mayor?"
Tang Qingshan thought for a while and then asked his question.
"Of course I noticed it, but I didn't dare to think about it further!"
Mrs. Tang was silent for a moment and sighed, "A person who single-handedly founded the Extraordinary Academy and personally taught so many talented people that even Saint Wu must respect him.
Maybe Wu Shengren will stay in the academy and become a master, just for him. People like this are no longer something our little Tang family can guess!"
Tang Qingshan understood what his grandmother meant.
Wu Shengren is a saint in the eyes of scholars in the Wei Dynasty.
As for someone who is respectful even to saints, it can only be said that the mayor has some abilities that make saints respect him.
So what is this ability?
It's not that Tang Qingshan hasn't thought about it, but he doesn't dare to think about it because the idea is too terrifying.
"Qingshan, don't think too much. The most important thing for you now is to focus on the examination of the Extraordinary Academy. Only by passing the examination can you enter the academy to study!"
Mrs. Tang's face suddenly became serious.
"My grandson understands that he will definitely try his best to pass this assessment!" Tang Qingshan said seriously.
"That's good. At first, I just thought that Extraordinary Academy was not as bad as the outside world said, so I asked you to come here.
But now I know that even the mighty Saint Wu is also at Bufan Academy, and I can have him give me guidance, which is a rare thing for many scholars!"
Mrs. Tang's face softened a bit and she smiled, "This may be the blessing of our Tang family."
"It's my grandmother's blessing. If my grandmother hadn't said she wanted to settle in this town, my grandson wouldn't have known that Wu Shengren was here!"
Tang Qingshan knew that once the news spread that Wu Shengren was in Bufan Academy, it would definitely attract young talents from all over the Wei Dynasty to come to study.
After all, the charm of the saint is too great. By then, it will not be so easy to think of studying at Bufan Academy.
"What about Xiaoyu?"
Tang Qingshan suddenly thought of something and asked.
"The mayor and his wife have already said that the child's matter cannot be taken seriously, and Xiao Xibao doesn't seem to take those things to heart. I guess they won't remember it!"
Hearing Mrs. Tang say this, a picture of an innocent and lovely person immediately appeared in Tang Qingshan's mind.
Those clear and bright eyes are like the confidence flashing in the night sky, especially when eating, they look happy and cute.
The corners of Tang Qingshan's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
That's right, how could such a simple and kind-hearted little sister keep bad thoughts in her heart.
Mrs. Tang didn't know what to say when she saw her grandson's appearance. How could a family respected by even Saint Wu be something that the Tang family could think of?