Jia Liu asked Yang Zhi seriously. Except for this considerate, honest and loyal servant, no one in the world could make him tell the truth.
Including his father Jia Daquan.
In ancient times, being an official focused on facial appearance. No matter how talented and learned a person was, it would be difficult for a person with poor facial appearance to become a general or a general, let alone become a supreme leader.
If you look through the history books, you will see that there are several people who lost their first prize because of their poor appearance.
If Zhu Yuanzhang, the ancestor of the previous dynasty, had not been handsome and good-looking, he would have been taken the most critical step in his life by being attracted by the young Queen Ma, and he would have accomplished the great feat of "expelling the Tartars and restoring China; establishing discipline and order, and rescuing the people"
What!
If Li Zicheng hadn't lost one eye and was "unruly", he might not have been defeated so quickly.
If He Shen hadn't been too handsome, he might not have been able to impress Qianlong, and he would have become He Zhongtang at such a young age.
Therefore, physiognomy is a very mysterious thing. It is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist.
In this way, Jia Liu had to first confirm whether his appearance could make him rich or powerful, or whether his wealth was so overwhelming.
The mirror definitely couldn't answer him, and there was no way to ask anyone else, so Shuan Zhu, an old fool, could only answer him.
However, Yang Zhi's scalp suddenly felt numb as he looked at the young master who slowly turned his head and stared at him closely.
I heard from the old man that all kinds of things in this world have their own methods of practice. After they have achieved enough Taoism, they will change into human forms. Some can change directly. For example, the vixen will open up the graves of the dead and transform into human forms according to the bones. Is there any such thing?
But you can't change it directly, you have to "ask for a title" from someone, such as a weasel.
How does a weasel ask for a seal?
He just runs up to people, makes all kinds of weird looks, imitates how they walk, or imitates how they speak, and then he asks people incomprehensible questions. In short, he is totally clueless.
If the petition for the title is successful and the weasel completes his cultivation, he will repay this person in the future. But if the petition for the title is unsuccessful and the weasel's conduct is ruined, then this guy will definitely take revenge on the person who ruined his conduct in the future.
His young master's personality has changed drastically during this period. He is completely different from before. He is reading books and writing plays. He has also changed his mind and wants to be filial to the master and work hard to become an official. This makes Yang Zhi murmur in his heart.
Did the young master have an evil spirit or took Ecstasy?
Now he stands abruptly in front of the mirror and asks him if he looks like Master Zhongtang. What do you think of Yang Zhi?
Coincidentally, a gust of cold wind blew by outside, gently pushing the other half-closed door aside.
In the dim room, the young master's back seemed a little bent and deformed in the mirror.
And the young master's eyes were full of strange expressions.
"Tell me, do I look like me?"
The sound that reached Yang Zhi's ears again had something more that made his heart beat faster.
"Young, young... young master..."
Yang Zhi was worried. No matter whether the young master in front of him was a real young master or a fake young master, there was nothing wrong with listening to the old man's words and satisfying the other party's requirements.
However, I don’t know whether it was due to some mistake or because I cared too much about the young master. I originally wanted to say that the young master looked very much like a master in the middle hall, but when my words came to my mouth, it still turned into: "Young... Young master, you are asking me for a title."
What?"
After saying that, Yang Zhi jumped back instinctively.
It's really just jumping, with both feet moving at the same time and falling down neatly.
While creating distance, the posture of the body remains the same as before.
"What are you doing?...asking for a seal!"
Jia Liu was startled by Shuan Zhu's actions. When he understood what Shuan Zhu was thinking, he was really angry and funny.
"What are you thinking about? Master, I have a good appearance and a lot of talent, how can I be a yellow-skinned man?"
He casually flicked Yang Zhi's forehead, causing the pain to make the other person's neck subconsciously shrink into his collar.
"...I told you not to listen to the ghost stories from "Liao Zhai", but you refused to listen! Now I think the young master is a scumbag!"
Jia Liu took the plate from Yang Zhi angrily and put it on the table, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
After being interrupted by this guy, I didn't have the time to think about the physiognomy.
"Master, eat slowly, don't choke."
Yang Zhi rubbed his head, which was hurt by the bullet, and came over with a smile to apologize to the young master.
The bullet just now convinced him that the person eating in front of him was really his young master, and it was true.
Jia Liu was also a little hungry, so he just ate and ignored Yang Zhi.
Yang Zhi was bored at the side, and after thinking for a while he said with some attentiveness: "The young master just looked like a gentleman in the middle hall."
He thought that saying this would make the young master very happy and then he would continue to talk to him.
"Bah!"
Jia Liu slapped his chopsticks on the table, which frightened Yang Zhi so much that he jumped back again.
He thought the young master was going to play with his head again.
Unexpectedly, the young master smiled, then pulled him to sit down and said with a bad smile: "Shuan Zhu, let me tell you a joke."
"joke?"
Yang Zhi was confused.
Jia Liu hummed and said: "Once upon a time, someone called the emperor a bastard in a hutong, but the government found out and sentenced him to death."
"This man is so bold. He dares to call the emperor a bastard. Isn't he looking for death?"
Yang Zhi thought to himself that this was not a joke, it was clearly a silly story.
"You are right, this man is seeking death, but the question is, do you know what crime the court has convicted this man of?"
"What crime?"
"Leaking the secrets of the imperial court!"
"ah?"
Yang Zhi looked stunned and stuttered: "Master, what kind of secret is this?"
"What do you think?"
Jia Liu gave a bad laugh and said, "Young master, I want to do this in the middle hall. You can rot in my stomach, or you will be guilty like that guy."
.......
After dinner, Jia Liu did not go to the imperial city to look at the official donation list because it was not necessary.
In the morning, Heshen sent someone over to invite him to come and sit down, but Jia Liu didn't plan to go today, but wanted to wait until some time later.
It's not that he doesn't want to get closer to He Zhongtang, who has seized the opportunity, and deepen his impression, but he feels that cultivating a relationship shouldn't be done in a hurry. You have to boil a frog in warm water and take your time to get just the right amount of time.
I got the news this morning and went there in the afternoon, which seemed a bit anxious.
Furthermore, with the little stuff in his belly, what can he talk about with others and the main hall?
Let alone five yuan, even fifty cents is barely enough.
Unless, I also study the second half of "The Analects of Confucius".
Thinking that there was nothing to do at home, Jia Liu thought about taking Shuan Zhu to visit the outer city. He heard that the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Shuntian Prefecture were laying out a dozen-mile long street from Xihuamen to Xizhimen to make it a brocade.
The grand scene of the flower group congratulating the old lady on her birthday must have been lively.
When I was about to go, I suddenly remembered that I didn't ask Lao Zhao about the content of the Baitang'a exam.
Immediately, he quickly asked his father Jia Daquan to ask him to go to Dutong Yamen to ask Lao Zhao, because he didn't know what to test before he went to the examination room.
"Oh, look at how confused dad is!"
Jia Daquan slapped his head and hurried to the Dutong Yamen to ask Lao Zhao for clarification. However, he did not come back until dark and was very drunk.
Before anyone even entered the courtyard, they could hear the sound of wine belching and singing from a distance.
When I got to the door, I shook and swayed, and finally sat down beside the door frame.
Jia Liu kept shaking his head, and he and Yang Zhi worked together to carry the drunkard father into the living room, and asked Yang Zhi to get a bowl of ginger soup to sober up the alcohol.
After downing a large bowl of food, Jia Daquan had some reaction. He was confused and surprised that there were so many sons standing in front of him.
"Dad, what did Lao Zhao say to take the test?" Jia Liu was so anxious.
"Test...test classics and riding and archery,"
Not bad, Jia Daquan can still retain one-fifth of his consciousness.
“Classics and mounted shooting?”
Jia Liumeng Circle.
"Relax, don't worry... Dad has taken care of it for you. He even took out the papers for you... Do you know how much money dad spent on your future..."
Jia Daquan burped and breathed out the smell of alcohol while reaching out and touching a crumpled paper in his arms.