Fang Qing once thought that Bastard Song was a soft-spoken guy. However, today he watched helplessly as Song Juren was pressed on the bench, and then the thick thorn tree was picked up high.
When he was beaten down and Song Juren didn't struggle or beg for mercy, he still felt that his usual view of Song Hunzi was wrong. At least this kid still knew what was right and what was wrong.
However, the next thing he heard was a scream like a slaughtered pig—Ouch!
Immediately afterwards, the familiar scolding voice of Song Hunzi rang out: "I have failed my mother, but you are not her, even if the family law does not punish you so harshly, are you trying to kill someone... Ouch!"
Stop it, stop it! If you fight again, someone will be killed... Ouch! Let me tell you, I am the emperor's favorite, otherwise how could I pass five levels and kill six generals... Ouch!"
Song Juren's chatter was mixed with the same screams without any creativity. Fang Qing was angry and funny at first, but then he heard the Song bastard started to curse the Guangdong Song family for being hidden under the appearance of meritocracy.
Due to his mercenary style, his original intention of joking about watching the excitement gradually disappeared, and he couldn't help but think about it carefully.
But Song Huishou, who seemed to have the pearl of wisdom at first, gradually turned ugly. He left Fang Qing beside him, originally just to be a witness and to put some psychological pressure on his nephew. After all, no one wants his enemy to watch.
When he was beaten, he could tell him to stop, but he didn't expect that Song Juren, a big talker, would bring the whole family into it.
In anger, he couldn't help shouting: "Stop this kid's mouth, and then give him twenty thorn sticks to teach him a lesson on his mother's behalf!" Anyway, the thorn sticks have all had their thorns removed, so they can't do any good.
Come!
"My mother wouldn't lecture me like this. Even if she slapped me, she wouldn't hit me so hard. Ouch!" After being hit again and letting out a scream, Song Juren's mouth was finally re-stuffed with a gag cloth, and then
The whole person was also tightly tied to the spring stool. However, the man who had just executed the execution did not make any move, but looked at the livid-faced Song Huishou with some hesitation.
Fang Qing, having seen enough of the excitement, stood up quickly, with a righteous expression on his face: "Song Hui leader, you have to teach the younger generation a lesson. I, an outsider, should not interfere in the argument, but you are not the leader of the Song clan, and you are not the son of this kid.
Father, you should not think of yourself as a superior and commit such a lynching!"
Song Juren, who was screaming in pain just now, finally got such a chance to breathe, and immediately wanted to clap his hands and praise Fang Qing. However, his hands and feet were bound and his mouth was blocked, so he could only struggle and say "Uh-huh"
Ahhh, but in the end, the support failed, and instead made me look even more pitiful.
When he realized this, he immediately shut up, but tried his best to raise his head, hoping to see Song Huishou's reaction. However, the back of Fang Qing's head blocked his sight, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to retaliate and wanted to scold his mother.
—Of course I can’t scold you...
When he just took off Fang Qing's hood and gag and loosened the bindings, Song Huidu did it himself - no matter whether Chief Yue Shan expelled the person from the door wall, he was still a judge after all, and he had done it with his nephew before.
Living together in Zhang Yuan, he would naturally not add insult to injury. So at this moment, when he treated Fang Qing's advice, he was definitely much more polite and courteous than when he had just faced Song Juren.
"My dear nephew, you don't know something. I really hate that iron cannot become steel. I really don't deserve his mother!"
Originally intending to show affection and reason to Song Juren, Song Huishou simply used it against Fang Qing at this time. He emotionally told Fang Qing that Song Juren's mother had gone through all kinds of hardships to raise him and provide him with education, so that he could have a good life.
He found a stable study environment and moved his family three times... Anyway, all the stories of virtuous mothers in ancient and modern times were reshaped by him and transferred to Song Juren's mother.
So much so that Song Juren himself couldn't help but wonder, when did his strong mother, who roared like a lion from the east of the river and dared not speak out in spite of her cowardly father, turn into a slut who endured humiliation and shouldered the heavy burden?
However, although Fang Qing and Song Juren were familiar with each other in normal times, they were not familiar with their parents. At this time, they were unknowingly taken away by the cunning Song Huishou.
Besides, he originally didn't agree with Song Juren's decision to take the exam, but he had a whimsical idea of choosing an imperial chef, so he was listening to Song Juren at the same time, and finally couldn't help but turned around and rushed to the spring stool.
Without any explanation, he snatched the thorn stick from the executioner's hand, raised it up and gave Song Juren two hard blows to his buttocks. Song Juren, who had just managed to recover, was suddenly struck by this heavy blow and was completely beaten.
He was stunned for a long time before he let out an angry roar. However, the gag cloth turned all his curses into moans, which almost made him angry.
"Failing to live up to my mother's teachings and going against my mother's wishes... Song Hunzi, you should have been beaten in the first place. Please reflect on yourself!"
After saying these words, Fang Qing threw away the thorns, turned around and left angrily. Under Song Huishou's eyes, no one stopped him. It wasn't until the others had disappeared that Song Huishou seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
He came to the spring stool, took a handkerchief handed over by the boy next to him, bent down and wiped the painful sweat on Song Juren's forehead as if he was very considerate.
"A gentleman can be bullied. Fang Qing is not like you. He is a gentleman after all." He smiled at Song Juren, then stood up straight and said in a sighing tone, "You said that the Song family is only interested in profit.
This is correct. After all, how many children of the Song family are there now, and how many small sects are attached to the Song family? How many businessmen and even ordinary people are there who are eating at the Song family?"
"So, the family needs people to serve as officials, even if they are doing business... Confucian businessmen, they are better than ordinary small businessmen, and they can access the doors of high-ranking officials."
Having said this, Song Huishou sighed.
"However, if you really like cooking and want to be an imperial chef in the capital, or even open a shop to sell sugar water, that's not impossible, but how can you kill first and then show off? Do you know that because of you making such a fuss, the Song family in Guangdong has become
A joke in the eyes of others? Especially since you are taking refuge in Duke Zhao’s Mansion and Zhang Yuan!”
"Others sincerely appreciate your talents and are willing to help you sincerely, but the people in the clan are only interested in profit and want to force you to take the imperial examination against your will? If you are not willing to go to the examination hall, how can I still
Can I escort you there?"
To be honest, Song Huishou, who has been in the shopping mall for 20 years, is not comparable to Song Juren, a young boy. At this time, after Yan Zhengci Yan scolded him, he glanced at the executioners next to him and was about to tell them to stand down.
, I continued to be gentle with Song Juren, and suddenly I heard a noise outside the door. Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and Fang Qing left and returned again.
Not only did the man come back, Fang Qing even shouted: "I suddenly felt something was wrong. If Song Hunzi's mother was really so virtuous and reminded him all the time, he wouldn't be hanging around there every day! Song Huishou
Don't tell me that it's okay for him to pass the exam, I know what kind of talent he has, if he hadn't been messing around, even the head of the case, Jie Yuan, would be a problem!"
Hearing this, Song Juren suddenly showed a gloating smile. It was not because of Fang Qing's high opinion of him, but because Fang Qing had seen through the flaw in Song Huishou's extravagant remarks just now.
A gentleman can be deceived. The problem is that there is another sentence next. It is difficult to ignore the wrong way!
It means that a gentleman can use reasonable methods to deceive, but it is difficult to use unreasonable things to deceive!
Fang Qing, this stupid young man, can indeed be considered a gentleman. The most important thing is that he has grown a lot now!
Song Hui's leader never expected that Fang Qing, who he had just proudly told Song Juren that he could deceive at will, would come back like this! Although he had already experienced extremely shameless behavior, he would not fail because of this, but it was obvious when he smiled.
It was a little unnatural. However, when he spoke, he still spoke clearly and sincerely.
"My dear nephew, you should know that I, the Song family, have many children. Although my second brother, as the clan leader, strives to keep a bowl of water balanced, it is inevitable that there will still be some distance between us. If this boy hadn't been successful in studying, his direct brother would have been able to share the responsibility.
Regarding the clan’s big business in Guangzhou, and his younger brother can receive such great support in the clan academy, can his family really live in peace with a small amount of wealth?”
"His mother has a fierce temper and has offended many sisters-in-law and relatives. He himself is also the same. You call him Song Hunzi. There are countless people who can't stand him outside! If he can really become the royal chef this time
, it’s all about being appreciated by the emperor. If he makes the wrong move, he will fail the imperial examination, his reputation will be ruined, and many people at home and outside will not only laugh at him, but also add insult to injury!"
This time, Song Juren's joking suddenly froze on his face. Although he spoke plausibly in front of Princess Yongping, saying that his cousins were both Jinshi, he was a good Juren after all, and he was not bad at all. He said that he would just go to the imperial chef if he couldn't do it.
It doesn't matter if you really fail the Jinshi exam, since there are subsidies from the clan anyway... But all this is based on a certain premise.
That is, the clan can indeed give him subsidies! Just his mother and the people he has offended are really a lot! So he must have a backer, otherwise if something goes wrong later, his brothers and parents in the family will be unlucky because of him
, then he is such a bastard!
So, when Song Huishou took away the gag cloth from his mouth with a sullen face, and then personally untied him, Song Juren thought about the few blows he had just received on his buttocks, but he did not dare to be mean anymore.
.
At that moment, he said honestly: "It's not that I don't know what my uncle said. But I'm really not good at being an official. You see, I can quarrel with the princess when I'm in a hurry. What if my boss and I...
"
"Of course I know you are not suitable for being an official!" Song Huishou interrupted Song Juren angrily and said stiffly, "But if you really want to be an imperial cook with your personality, do you think you will offend the people around you?
?Do you think Princess Yongping, who was so angry at you before, will make things difficult for you? Do you think you can come out of the palace alive just because of your mean words?"
This time, even Fang Qing, who had just rushed back suddenly thinking that something was wrong, couldn't help but agree with Song Huishou's words.
He is indeed quick-tongued, but in comparison, the guy surnamed Song is simply a mean-tongued man, much more wicked than him! If he really offends the emperor, dowager, concubines, princes, princesses, etc., anyone can press his little finger lightly, and indeed this guy will
He's dead!
Just as he was about to speak, Song Juren said quietly: "I don't want to be the royal chef, I just want to focus on participation. Who would have thought that I would always be the last to pass the test? I am also very desperate! With the little skills I know,
Wouldn't it be a joke to really take him into the palace and serve as the royal cook?"
You also know it's a joke! Song Huishou glared at his nephew with hatred, but he was still a little relieved that this kid still knew the importance, but when he heard Song Juren's next words, he immediately became angry.
Tilt upside down.
"That's why I have to try my best to please Miss Zhu and Dr. Zhang! One of them is a proud daughter of heaven who comes and goes in the palace just like my own family, and the other is a hot minister of the emperor. If I am unlucky enough to be called,
As a royal cook in the palace, they can always take care of me, right? Besides, Miss Zhu has said that she is willing to help me open a shop, so I really want to be kicked out..."
"That's enough!" Song Huishou doubted that if he continued to listen, he would be so angry with this damn boy that he would have a heart attack. He took a deep breath and decided to give up on saving this obviously hopeless person.
Boy, in the end, I still haven't forgotten the purpose of kidnapping the person back, so even if I am impatient, I have to continue to speak carefully and thoughtfully.
"You worthless boy, can you hug those two thighs if you want? Don't you see that Dr. Zhang himself has so many students, not to mention the third prince, and the dignified Duke of the country?
The young master, the former minister, a future consort and a future guest of honor, even his own second brother-in-law is fawning over him! Those students can still do real things, what about you? You can only boil sugar water!"
Knowing that he could not give Song Juren a chance to speak, the leader of Song Dynasty said in a barrage: "Zhang Chen can manipulate a bunch of businessmen and the eldest prince in Xingtai at the palm of his hand. Zhang Wu and Zhang Lu support each other and help each other."
The scattered spinners in Xingtai have all gathered together and suppressed the big businesses... The second young master Zhu is Miss Zhu's brother after all."
"Lu Sanlang is even more adept at dancing. He can accomplish whatever he does. Even the emperor praised his ability, and his father had to admire him with admiration. I also heard that Zhang Wu and Zhang Lu brought back from Xingtai this time something that was said to be colorful.
Cotton, even the word "auspicious" is shouted out outside, what about you? Tell me, who can you match?"
Although Song Huishou's words hit his weak point, Song Juren still muttered unconvincedly, saying that I don't want to compete with others at all. But at this time, Fang Qing couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Colorful
Cotton? Isn’t cotton all white?”
Although he is not as good as Zhang Shou who has actually worked in the fields, Fang Qing at least knows that cotton is white - and this is despite the fact that cotton is almost not grown in Guangdong. Although he is a scholar, he studied at Zhaoming Academy, which focuses on agricultural sciences.
Not only is he not that pedantic, but he has also worked in the fields himself.
As soon as he asked, Song Huishou, who had been waiting for someone to mention this, suddenly felt secretly happy. He quickly nodded seriously and said: "That's right. It's because I've never seen it before, so such colored cotton is rare.
!If it is truly confirmed, Zhang Wu and Zhang Lu will definitely be commended by the emperor. Fortunately, the climate and land in Guangdong are not suitable for growing cotton..."
Hearing Song Huishou chattering there, Song Juren was immediately unconvinced. But at this moment, he heard a sudden noise coming from outside the door, and then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and then,