Wang Xian and Yin Ling immediately jumped up, holding hands and jumping up and down in front of Wang Gui to celebrate the birth of the first next generation of the Wang family.
Wang Gui, however, was speechless and couldn't even stand up.
After a while, the door of the house opened, and the maid came out with a basin. Wang Gui jumped up, grabbed the maid who was walking in front, and stammered: "What, how?"
"Congratulations, sir, on your daughter's fortune." The maid smiled and said, "Mother and daughter are safe..."
"Ah..." Wang Gui's face showed disappointment. He really expected to have a son...
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Wang Xian and Yin Ling were very happy. Yin Ling shouted, "Kiss my niece, my aunt is here!" and rushed into the house. Wang Xian couldn't go in, so he patted his elder brother on the shoulder and said, "If you want a son again in the future,
My daughter is the apple of my eye!"
Wang Gui thought about it, nodded to Wang Xian, and went into the house. When he saw his mother holding her newborn daughter, he scratched his head and took it carefully. Looking at the small nose and small eyes, he held back tears.
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Outside the house, his father finally arrived, and Wang Xian hurried out to greet him.
"Have you given birth?" Dad asked immediately.
"gave birth."
"What happened?" Dad's eyes widened.
"Daughter."
"..." Dad's expression froze, and he muttered: "Two idiots."
"Dad..." Wang Xian smiled bitterly and said, "This is your first grandchild."
"That's right." Dad thought that the days were still long, but his long-awaited expectation of having a grandson had failed, and he felt a little unhappy. Then he and Wang Xian went in to meet the Hou family.
More than a dozen members of the Hou family, from the old man to the youngest grandson, came here. They were looking forward to giving birth to the eldest grandson of the Hou family, which would establish her position in the Wang family. But now that the middle-aged girl was born, she was even more depressed than the Wang family. Even worse.
Wang Xingye comforted them, saying that the future is long, and fighting in the world is just...
After finishing the perfunctory dealings with the Hou family, the father saw his granddaughter at the back. Although he was a bit patriarchal and the newborns were ugly, Wang Xingye still couldn't put it down. He held her and kissed her again and again, making the little baby cry until she cried.
"This child is born to our Wang family after they were reborn. Let's call him Xin'er!" As the head of the family, Father Wang has unquestionable naming rights for future generations.
After being intimate with Xin'er, it was already noon, and Wang Gui and his father-in-law invited Wang Xian and his son to have dinner in front.
Today, the status of the two princes is completely reversed. Wang Xingye, who is an official in the city, is nothing more. The key is that Wang Xian, the fourth master, is the great Bodhisattva that the Hou family has to support.
Finally, there was an opportunity to get closer. Hou Yuanwai specially invited a chef from Hangzhou and prepared a sumptuous banquet. Even though he failed to add the eldest grandson to the Wang family as he wished, he still had to celebrate it. After all, it was considered a blessing.
Good start.
When they entered the table, Wang Xingye naturally took the seat. Hou Yuanwai also wanted to ask Wang Xian to sit next to his father, but Wang Xian refused in a low voice: "Lao Hou, this is a family banquet, in order of eldest and youngest." Seeing Hou Yuanwai, he returned.
Worried, he had to add: "I won't be angry."
"That's rude, rude." Hou Yuanwai accused Wang Gui of sitting next to Wang Xingye, but he refused to let his two sons sit on top of Wang Xian no matter what. Wang Xian was too lazy to give in anymore.
, and sat down next to him.
After the food was served, the waiter toasted with wine and the text was provided by Yipin Jiangshan Bar. First, he congratulated the Wang family on the joy of making the tiles, and then expressed the happiness of the new girl.
It will definitely attract a bunch of younger brothers. The second glass of wine is to thank Wang Xian for helping him get the title of vice president of the Tea Chamber of Commerce. The third glass of wine is to congratulate Wang Xian on his promotion...
After saying that, seeing the different expressions on the Wang family's father and son's faces, Hou Yuanwai couldn't help but said anxiously: "Didn't there be an imperial envoy announcing the decree today to reward the meritorious officials..."
"The fourth master is the one who contributed the most, so he won't be left behind, right?" Wang Gui, his brother-in-law, whispered.
"Haha." Wang Xian forced a smile and said, "I really fell behind."
"You are just joking, Master Four." Wang Gui and his brother-in-law said with a smile, "You love to joke the most."
"What a joke." Before Wang Xian could say anything, Wang Xingye said with a black face: "If you don't have it, you don't have it. Can you still curse yourself?"
"Haha..." Hou Yuanwai hurriedly smiled and said: "Actually, it's good not to have one. Once you get promoted, you have to leave your hometown. How can you feel comfortable being an official at home?"
"That's right." Wang Gui's two brothers-in-law also agreed in unison: "The fourth master is now so powerful that he wouldn't change it even if he were given to the prefect."
"Don't talk about the prefect, I'll change it to the county magistrate." Wang Xian didn't want to mess up the atmosphere, so he also laughed, making everyone laugh.
It was impossible not to affect the atmosphere. The following banquet was a bit dull, but Hou Yuanwai understood the situation and said that it was a hard journey for the in-laws and it was better to rest early, so he took his son back in advance.
After the outsiders left, Wang Xingye took off his shoes, dug at his feet several times, and said in a low voice: "This is evil."
Wang Xianxin said that you are now an official of the imperial court, why don't you change this habit?
"I asked someone to inquire a while ago, and the official department has appointed you as the canon historian of Qiantang County." Dad shivered comfortably, and said with a ghostly look on his face: "I thought that father and son could join forces to create a big scene in Hangzhou.
Unexpectedly…”
"I didn't expect that the text on the history of Qiantang was changed from Yipin Jiangshan Bar to Hu Buliu." Wang Xian smiled bitterly. "Isn't this old boy causing trouble?"
"He?" Dad said with disdain: "It's not that I look down on him, he doesn't even know where the official gate opens." In fact, dad only knew where the official gate opened when he went to Nanjing to run an official job last year.
Otherwise, you and Lao Hu are the eldest brother, so don’t laugh at the second brother.
"So the boss has changed his mind again?"
"Impossible, my friend from the Ministry of Civil Affairs saw your official complaint at that time." The father frowned and said: "Once this thing is finalized, only the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs can modify it. But the heavenly official will do it for someone who is not popular.
A miscellaneous official breaks the rules? That’s really scary.”
"Oh, no matter what, this is the result anyway." Wang Xian accepted his fate and said, "In the worst case, I will continue to be my clerk. It will be much more comfortable than going out to be an official."
"Things that don't grow!" Dad was furious, and he raised the sole of his shoe and said, "I thought you were enlightened now, but you are still a fool!" As he said this, he treated Wang Xian's head as a ball and slapped it one after another.
: "If you miss this opportunity, you can only follow the usual rules and serve for nine years, and then you have to take the exam to get a job! In nine years, you will be twenty-six! Don't be a low-ranking official anymore.
I'm afraid I won't be promoted to Dianshi at the age of fifty! You will be as successful as your father in this life!"
"Is that still a nuisance?" Wang Xian held his head and said, "Dad has always been my idol!"
"Of course your father is doing well." Father Wang couldn't help but click his ankles proudly. He soon came to his senses, slapped his son on the head hard, and continued to curse: "You stupid idiot who doesn't make progress, you're going to piss me off to death."
Got it!"
In fact, Wang Xian knew why his father was so angry. Because it is no longer the time of Taizu, and there are more and more scholars in the world. The path for officials to move up still exists, but it is obviously getting narrower and more difficult.
Generally, after nine years of service, one can take the examination from the Ministry of Personnel. After passing the exam, the Ministry of Personnel will appoint him as a miscellaneous official whose writing is not good enough.
The official system of the Ming Dynasty is said to be nine levels and eighteen grades, but in fact, after the ninth grade, there are also a long list of miscellaneous officials who are not in the first grade, such as the official head, the Yi Cheng, the jailer, the prosecutor, the prosecutor, etc.
There are sixty or seventy kinds of official positions such as deputy envoys and ambassadors. Many people are stuck in them all their lives and cannot struggle out.
Once he is appointed as a Dianshi, although he is still not in the upper class, he has reached the top of the lower class. If he is promoted, he will definitely be in the upper class. Once he misses this opportunity, it will be difficult for Wang Xian to get ahead no matter how young he is. That's why my father is like this.
in a hurry….
"Didn't Dad say that being an official is worse than being a clerk?" Wang Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Why are you looking forward to your son becoming an official now?"
"I'm talking about myself. What future do I have when I'm 40 or 50 years old? If I can't make it, I might as well be a clerk." The old man said with wide eyes: "But you are different. You
I am only seventeen years old this year. If I can’t become a magistrate, I can become a magistrate at the age of forty even if I wait for nine years and one promotion! If the auspicious stars are shining, I might be able to become a magistrate before I become an official in the future!”
The father almost drooled as he spoke: "That way all the eighteen generations of the Wang family will wake up laughing!"
"It's a pity that we can't have the final say on these matters." Wang Xian comforted his father and said, "I'd better be my boss with peace of mind. I'll go back to study hard and see if I can become a scholar."
"Sigh, it's too late to study hard now... I still hope it's more realistic for your son to become a scholar." The father didn't know the promise of the superintendent, so naturally he had no confidence in Wang Xian. After thinking about it, he slapped Wang Xian's hand.
He stood up and said, "You can't just sit here. I'll go to Nanjing myself. No matter how much it costs, I have to let you go!"
"Dad..." Wang Xian wanted to forget it, but in fact he was unwilling to do so. When his words came to his mouth, he turned into: "How much will it cost?"
"You can only survive with two thousand taels of silver." The father said in a loud voice: "You have been providing disaster relief and buying food for most of the year, can you still use this little money?"
"No..." Wang Xian said shamefully: "The county can't make ends meet, so how can I be embarrassed to pluck the goose?"
"Is there anyone like you who can be a clerk like you?" Dad rolled his eyes and said, "I said at the time, don't take any money you shouldn't take. But there is the second part... Don't take any less money you should take.
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In fact, Wang Xian is not very pure. Although he has nothing to lose and earns nothing, Wang Gui's shares in the county salt company are a continuous and stable income!
"As for the money, I can borrow it from Lu Yuanwai and the others," Wang Xiandao said, "I should be able to get a few thousand taels."
"Forget it, I'll give it to you." The father said with a look of 'you idiot': "If someone's son becomes a clerk, I will make a fortune, but I am better off, and I have to supplement you. Text provided by Yipin Jiangshan Bar
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"Dad, you..." Wang Xian said with wide eyes: "In just half a year, you have saved two thousand taels of money?" He remembered that when his father arrived in Hangzhou, he only had two hundred taels of silver.
"Ahem..." Dad said a little shyly: "Disaster relief, this is the time to make a fortune..."