It is said that Jia Huan happily collected four boxes of snacks and slept soundly. He didn't wake up until three o'clock in the morning. After reading at midnight, he ordered someone to fetch water to wash up. The boy outside replied: "Mr. Fan who came yesterday has been waiting in the courtyard for a long time.
"
Jia Huan curled his lips and said, "Do you want your third master to be a permanent employee?" Then he cleared up the room and invited him in.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, Jia Huan raised his head and was about to pretend to complain, but he saw Fan Cheng's face was pale and strange, and asked: "Mr. Fan, has something happened?"
Fan Cheng hesitated to speak and hesitated for a long time without saying a word. Jia Huan was already hungry and ordered someone to bring the snacks he had served last night. When Fan Cheng heard the snacks, he trembled immediately.
The man was half shorter. Jia Huan knew something was wrong with the dim sum, so he smiled and said, "Your king of Xiaolu sent me this dim sum."
Fan Cheng was shocked and his eyes widened: "What?!"
Jia Huan said: "Last night he sent a maid to deliver snacks. He didn't say who sent them alive or dead. But at the end he asked me if I had anything to say to Prince Lu. Who else could it be if he wasn't your little prince?"
You little prince are so thoughtful, you can guess that I like to eat dim sum! Mr. Fan, I haven’t had many hobbies since I was born late in my mother’s womb, but I like food the most. The dim sum in Luwang Mansion is really good, where can I hire a dim sum chef?
Brought by the palace? I already finished one box last night, and there are still three boxes left before noon. Thank you later for me, uh... can you ask for two more boxes for me?"
Fan Cheng was overjoyed and blurted out: "I want to come..." and then froze.
Jia Huan looked at him and said disappointedly: "No way, you can't get two boxes of snacks if you want?"
Fan Cheng waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! Two boxes of dim sum are very easy, but... uh..." He hesitated for a while and said, "I'm afraid it's not the dim sum chef from last night."
Jia Huan was shocked: it was obvious that something had happened to Princess Jian'an. He also felt that Fan Cheng was cute and honest, so he said, "It's okay if it's difficult. I only eat the chef's cooking if it suits my taste. If it's not made by her, I won't use it."
Seeing Fan Cheng's troubled look, he comforted and said, "There are a lot of delicious food in Luzhou City. The red crispy crucian carp recommended by your father is very good. Let's eat it again today?" Fan Cheng became more and more embarrassed, and then
After hesitating for a while, he still didn't come up with a complete sentence.
Coincidentally, the boy below brought some snacks over. Jia Huan waved his hands and said, "I won't eat it for now. This stuff is very expensive now, so I'll save it for you to savor at night. Go outside and buy some snacks for me."
Fan Cheng said hurriedly: "No, no! It's just two boxes of snacks." He stood up hurriedly, "Mr. Zhao, you eat first, I will talk to the prince soon."
Jia Huan hurriedly said: "It's just two boxes of snacks, why bother."
"Don't be embarrassed, don't be embarrassed!" Fan Cheng said repeatedly, "Sir, eat slowly, I'll come back later!" Then he trotted away in a hurry.
When he disappeared, Jia Huan's face darkened, and he ordered people to go to Jia's horse shop in Luzhou and asked them to try to find out what happened in Prince Lu's Mansion last night.
After waiting for half a day, Fan Cheng didn't come until after noon. His expression was filled with joy, worry, resentment, and embarrassment. He forced a smile and said, "Mr. Zhao, to be honest, the chef who made the dim sum yesterday happened to be ill. Our concubine...
…Our prince just ordered someone to take a look at her, she is... she is really ill and can’t make snacks today.”
Jia Huannai was scratching his liver and lungs anxiously, but he even waved his hands and said: "It's just snacks. If there are no snacks, there are other things. Mr. Fan doesn't need to take it to heart." Then he asked first, "Mr. Fan, do you have anything else to do?"
Is there anything wrong? How about we go out for a walk?"
Fan Cheng only forgot about the snacks and didn't bring any official documents with him. After sitting stiffly for a while, he suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, I thought very well about what you said yesterday."
Jia Huan smiled and said: "I said many things yesterday, which one?"
"Running charity schools for the children of the common people," Fan Cheng said, "is a great thing that benefits the country and the people. Xian Kunzhongruo really has no intention of... uh... that... I..." He blushed.
After hearing about the good deeds and following them, Jia Huan gave him a high look and hurriedly said: "If Mr. Fan intends to do this, it will be a good thing."
Fan Cheng was overjoyed: "Xian Kun Zhongru doesn't mind. I'm thinking of setting up a volunteer school and inviting you to teach ordinary people's children."
Since Jia Huan was born, he has seen many selfish and shameless people, but he has not seen many good people like Fan Cheng. He hurriedly said: "How can you mind? Shouldn't others be allowed to do things that we can't do? We are just ordinary children.
There are many, but there are few gentlemen who have gone to school, so it is a drop in the bucket."
Fan Cheng said: "You can teach me as many as you want. I just thought, should I use the title of Prince of Lu?"
Jia Huan thought for a while and said: "The King of Lu should not be in the limelight for the time being. Ordinary people can do this kind of things best. Furthermore, the King of Lu trusts Mr. Fan. If one day the King of Lu needs to borrow this name, Mr. Fan will do it."
I won’t be stingy about lending it to him.”
"Of course!" Fan Cheng said repeatedly, "I have a small yard on the west side of the city, which can be used as a school. Mr. Zhao, would you like to take a look?"
"Let's go!" Jia Huan stood up and said, "Anyway, there's nothing to do right now." The two of them went to Fan Cheng's yard to check out.
When we arrived, we saw that the yard was quite small, with more than twenty rooms in front and back. Jia Huan nodded and said, "Excellent, very suitable." After recalling the "Rapid Literacy Class" in Taiwan, he said, "Mr. Fan
, the space here is limited, your family’s money is limited, and the number of teachers invited in the future is also limited. Therefore, this free study is not to teach talents and Jinshi, but to make the children of ordinary people recognize a few words and know some principles.
That’s it. Let’s accept as many students as possible. After reading the few textbooks for elementary school, we will replace them with new students.” Then he explained how to recruit students and how to manage them.
When he mentioned that he usually uses a sand table instead of paper and pen to read words, Fan Cheng disagreed and said: "Even if it is a righteous study, there is no need to be so stingy."
Jia Huan said: "It's not stingy, it's to let the students know that paper and pens are not easy to come by. Otherwise, the children of these ordinary families will have mixed temperaments and good tutors, which will inevitably lead to waste." At that time, literacy classes in Taiwan also provided paper and pens at first, but they did not
After a while, there will be waste. It’s not that they don’t know that paper and pens are valuable, but because they know that they are not cheap, they feel a sense of pleasure in wasting them. There are also those who steal pens and paper from school. They are all children. The teacher said that they
They couldn't help it. Jia Congnai always practiced calligraphy on a sand table and only used pen and paper during exams. If he did well in the exam, he could be promoted to the next grade. "Mr. Fan did this volunteer study not to gain fame. In the future, they will pass the exam."
Is it right for me to repay you as an official?"
"Naturally." Fan Cheng said sternly.
"Therefore, the meaning of this moral study is more general than refined." Jia Huan said, "If you meet someone with rare talent, you can open another school to study the Four Books and Five Classics. However, this place is just for ordinary students to learn a few words.
You should not open your eyes and act blindly. You must get rid of all these stoves, bottles, swords and harps in your house. After all, they will only stay here for a few months. In the future, farmers who should be farmers, workers who should be workers, and merchants who should be merchants should not be infected with this disease.
Hobbies that ordinary people cannot afford. The house should be simple but not vulgar, straight but not clumsy."
Fan Cheng nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Zhao is thoughtful!" He felt more and more admiration in his heart, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Jia Huan changed again.
The two discussed the matter of volunteering for half a day. Seeing that it was getting late, Jia Huan suggested going to the small restaurant of Bao Gong Temple to eat red crispy crucian carp. Fan Cheng said with a smile: "If you really like that, why not eat somewhere else."
Jia Huan said: "As long as I fall in love with food, I will never get tired of it."
They chatted again in the restaurant, and Jia Cong ordered two portions of red crispy crucian carp, and showed off his talents through wine. Fan Cheng originally only thought of seeking talents for the Lord, but now he was completely convinced and bowed to him.
Fan Cheng didn't sleep a wink all night after going back. He rushed to Prince Lu's Mansion early the next morning and told Prince Lu and Zeng Chun everything about yesterday's events. At the end, he sighed: "The matter of free study has not even begun yet, he has already
He thought about how to arrange every step, what might happen next, and how to deal with it." He didn't know that this matter had been handled by the Taiwan government for several years, and Jia Huan had experience. "This Mr. Zhao is not only a talent, he is simply a genius.
Zhuge Kongming is reincarnated!"
The King of Lu pouted and said, "It's just that I have already said that there is no need to rush to choose the master."
Fan Cheng smiled and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, although what happened the day before yesterday was a misunderstanding, it doesn't matter if it's a mistake."
The king of Lu suddenly turned his face and scolded: "Nonsense! My sister must have a better family!"
Zeng Tong hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, this Mr. Zhao is really an outstanding person and has received great kindness. It's time for the princess to propose marriage."
The King of Lu suddenly stood up, glanced at the two of them fiercely, and said angrily: "Don't mention it again!" He put on a sullen face, rolled up his sleeves, and walked away.
Zeng Chun and Fan Cheng looked at each other, and after a while, Fan Cheng sighed: "It's such a pity."
Zeng Cheng thought for a moment and said, "I will discuss this with the concubine and my father."
On the other side, the people from Ma Xing got the news in the blink of an eye. Last night, the maid named Can'er returned home and was caught by an old nun brought from the palace. Before she could be interrogated, Princess Jian'an immediately stood up and said that she had done it.
She went to give something to someone. No one knew who she was giving it to or what she was giving it to. Anyway, the princess made the concubine stay in the Buddhist hall and knelt all night, and the king of Lu lost his temper all night. Who knew that this morning it was a misunderstanding?
Princess Jian'an was wronged. The concubine and Mr. Zeng spent a long time around her to make amends. But she lost her temper and her mother and grandfather ignored her and she was still sulking. After hearing this, Jia Huan was both angry and distressed.
He said coldly: "In a place as big as Luzhou, there are people who even dare to mess with the princess."
He was still thinking about how to check. The next day, Fan Cheng came again. This time, he was still empty-handed and did not bring the file copy, and his face was still full of joy and worry. When the two met, Fan Cheng made a gesture to Jia Cong.
Yi, he opened his mouth but no words came out.
Jia Huan shook his head: "Mr. Fan really can't lie." He looked at Fan Cheng and said, "Do you want to explain to me that the dim sum master is afraid that he can no longer make dim sum?"
"This..." Fan Cheng hesitated for a while, "Yes and no."
Jia Huan said calmly: "If I guess correctly, it is Princess Jian'an who makes the snacks."
Fan Cheng was surprised: "How does Mr. Zhao know?"
Jia Huan hummed, "I found your hesitation yesterday to be strange, which made people get the news after just a little inquiry." Then he told what he heard. Fan Cheng only murmured, with his face flushed, before he wanted to explain.
Jia Huan was the first to sneer and said, "I only think that although the Prince of Lu is young, his vision is far-reaching. I don't want someone to bully even the princess of a mere Prince of Lu."
Fan Cheng was shocked: "Why did Mr. Zhao say this!"
Jia Huan said: "If a young lady who has not left home makes snacks for others, she will be kept tightly covered in any merchant's home. Anyone who dares to reveal even a word to others will be beaten to death immediately. Why did I know it as soon as I inquired about it?"
? And the explanation was unclear. I still ate their snacks and knew something. If I didn’t know, what would they guess? King Lu lost his temper all night because he was angry that the concubine wronged his sister."
"That's right." Fan Cheng smiled bitterly, "The prince was so angry that he smashed everything in the room."
"Little prodigal son!" Jia Huan muttered, and then said: "Just looking at the sentence 'The King of Lu lost his temper all night', would those who are afraid of chaos in the world think so? Or guess what the princess did to shame?
Did the matter of his face make him furious?"
Fan Cheng was stunned.
"What do others think when they hear the words 'acting like a princess with my mother and grandfather'?" Jia Huan raised his eyes and looked at Fan Cheng, "What I despise the most is internal fighting, especially internal fighting.
The female family members take action. If something happens to the men, how can they frame their little girls? If the king of Lu can't even protect his own sister, how can he protect the people?"
It took Fan Cheng a while to realize: "Sir, what do you mean, someone is sincerely trying to harm the princess's reputation?"
Jia Huan glanced at him: "Isn't it obvious? I only know that the snacks are from Prince Lu's Mansion. Who in Prince Lu's Mansion would give snacks to others? Naturally, Prince Lu is young and loves to eat snacks, so he also gave me snacks.
. Then Huizi admired his sincerity in his heart. If he gave me a box of gold, it was obviously not his own intention, but Mr. Zeng's. Who would have thought of going to the princess's head? Then Princess Jian'an would never leave the gate.
A girl who has no family background and is the daughter of an emperor, what should she do to harm her? Her lips are dead and her teeth are cold. Her reputation will be bad for the King of Lu. And if she can't protect her, this is the first step. I don't know what her ultimate goal is. I heard
Mr. Zeng was a figure in the court in his early years, but now he is too old to take care of things. Mr. Zeng Chu is pedantic, the King of Lu is young, and the concubine is a female. I am afraid that it will take Mr. Zeng to take action to find out clearly.
.”
Fan Cheng said "yes" several times in fear.
"More." Jia Huan said seriously, "Princess Jian'an was obviously very clever in delivering snacks last night. Why doesn't such a smart person explain it clearly to the concubine? Is the concubine confused? No way, she is confused.
How can a person raise a son and a daughter in the harem? Since neither mother nor daughter are confused, how could the princess be unjustly accused and knelt down all night? Either someone was instigating a dissension; or the words between mother and daughter were not clear and were probably vague.
, a sentence has several meanings. The speaker thinks one way, but the listener hears it differently. Mr. Fan!" He sighed, "You are an honest man, and you have such a temper. Come on.
If someone wants to drive a wedge between you and King Lu, this trick will definitely work."
Fan Cheng took a sharp breath: "This... Your Majesty has great faith in me."
"If gentlemen speak frankly and do not make random guesses, villains will have no place to start." Jia Huan bowed and said, "Learning from the past, I hope Brother Fan and King Lu will not follow in his footsteps in the future."
Fan Cheng returned the favor without hesitation. But what he originally wanted to say could not be said now.