Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 279 Oh, what you said.

The Xiaoxiang Lin family is indeed a wealthy family, but no one is optimistic about them. The problems either occur elsewhere or with the only son of the Lin family.

Although the Lin family's ancestors were officials and the second generation was already in decline after doing business, the third generation seemed to be on the verge of ruin. If you go out and ask around about this bastard young master, you will find that everyone knows him. He is a well-known dandy in Changsha City, and he shows off everywhere with a group of scoundrel friends.

Not to mention outsiders, even the servants in the house said so privately. Even many servants with some skills had already started looking for a way out in advance, waiting to disband as soon as the master left.

That evening, two servants at the door were chatting when they vaguely saw a young man in white walking towards the door, waving a fan. One of the servants hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said, "Hey, young master, it's late today, and we don't see any guests in the mansion."

But the young man in white just chuckled and continued to walk forward. The servant stretched out his hand to stop him, but another one came up and took a closer look: "Young Master? Isn't this a lot of masters?"

That’s right, this person is the young master.

It is said that the master craftsmen who do the beautification for the palace maids can earn two or three hundred taels of silver a year. This thing is not beautification at all, it is simply disguise. After the person is cleansed, not only the youthfulness comes out, but the usual turbid and greasy attire is transformed into the slim and plain scholar's attire, and the taste level is immediately improved.

The young master was a little chubby, but not obese. His figure was just right to hold up his clothes. I don't know if it was because Narcissus's craftsmanship was too good, but she managed to make such a kid with no temperament look suave and charming.

"Get out of the way."

The young master knocked on their heads with his fan: "You don't even recognize your own young master, you deserve a beating."

At that moment, the two servants suddenly became alert. One of them grabbed the young master's arm and shouted to the other, "Go and call the master, the mistress and the housekeeper!"

After saying that, he locked the young master's arm tightly and said, "I don't care who you are, get off my young master quickly!"

After a while, a large number of people came out of the Lin Mansion. They all heard that the young master was possessed by evil spirits. When everyone in the mansion heard this, some held peach wood swords, some held dung buckets and spittoons, and some even held the family heirloom Bagua bronze mirror.

With that kind of momentum, not to mention ghosts, even the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Ghosts would tremble in fear.

When the master and mistress of the Lin family saw their son, they were really shocked. As far as they could remember, their son had never been so neat and tidy since he grew up. When the old lady saw this, she sat down on the steps and started crying without thinking.

"Why is my life so miserable..."

When she cried, people who wanted to watch the fun naturally gathered from all directions. After all, entertainment activities were very scarce, and watching the fun was the cheapest entertainment activity for most ordinary people.

When people came to take a look, they found that the young master of the Lin family had become like this, and they all talked about how the young master must have been possessed by some evil spirit, and said that they had to hold him down and feed him shit soup in order to drive away the evil spirit.

In order to avoid being laughed at, the master of the Lin family quickly called everyone back to the house. He was really about to force the young master to poop. Fortunately, Old Zhang arrived in time.

Fortunately, he lives here, otherwise the young master would probably have left an indelible shadow on his life today.

Old Zhang came over and quickly stopped their actions. He sat there and explained in detail to the two old men of the Lin family why the young master had changed.

"Young Master will be a scholar next year, and a juren in two years. If you still look ugly like before, you will be laughed at when you go out, and you will also be labeled as a bad person when you report to the government office."

After all, Old Zhang was the one who managed the academy, so he was well versed in this area. He picked up the teacup elegantly and calmly, took a sip, and then said with a smile: "The Master said six arts, but reading alone is not enough to have six arts. And the reason why these are six arts is that they are about self-cultivation and peace. Young Master is still cultivating himself now. To cultivate oneself, one must first cultivate etiquette, and to cultivate etiquette, one must first cultivate manners."

It is said that a gentleman is a gentleman. After hearing this, the old couple understood and quickly asked someone to release their son. The old man rubbed the young master's arm with heartache, and the young master was about to lose his temper, but when he saw Old Zhang next to him glaring at him, he lowered his head again.

At this moment, the old lady quickly wiped her tears and stood up and said, "It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding, please clean up the table and invite the gentleman to have a seat and eat."

After dinner in the evening, when they returned to the courtyard, the young master sat there and began to punish them by copying fourteen chapters and seven stories from "A New Account of Tales of the World", while Old Zhang practiced calligraphy next to him.

The young master glanced at Lao Zhang and said, "Sir, your handwriting is already so good, why do you still need to practice every day?"

"Cultivate your mind." Old Zhang replied lightly, "I passed the imperial examination ten years ago, but was later deprived of my position for talking nonsense. I have been up and down for nearly ten years. Practicing calligraphy helps me calm down."

"Ten years? How old are you this year?"

"twenty five."

"Passing the imperial examination at the age of fifteen???"

The young master was so shocked that he was shocked, but Lao Zhang just smiled and said, "Alas, if it weren't for my bad mouth, I would have passed the imperial examination at the age of seventeen."

"Oh my god..." The young master shook his head: "I'm already nineteen, and I'm still a student. This student was bought."

Lao Zhang tapped his head with his fan: "So you have to study hard."

"What about Mr. Zhang? He looks a few years younger than you."

"Him? His fucking..." Lao Zhang slapped his thigh twice: "That guy is a monster, he doesn't even have a Tongsheng."

“Ah???” In fact, when the young master found out that Xia Lin wasn’t even a student, he was more shocked than when he found out that Lao Zhang passed the imperial examination at the age of fifteen.

"So what do you think of his talent?"

"Amazing, really amazing. I have met many scholars, but he is much more amazing than them."

"It's not just those scholars." Old Zhang chuckled: "The two top scholars in the Wei Dynasty were named An Musi and Ye Liangchen."

"I know, I know, they are both amazing."

"In front of Mr. Xia... Zhang, they are worse than pigs and dogs. If you are lucky enough to see them, go and ask them if they dare to be compared with you, Mr. Zhang."

"So powerful……"

Lao Zhang laughed loudly: "It's pure chance that he came to teach you. Others can't ask for it. You must cherish this opportunity."

"Um……"

The young master didn't understand the twists and turns, he just felt that these two gentlemen were extremely awesome and powerful. He had seen Jinshi and scholars before, and they looked very pretentious, but in terms of talent and ability compared to these two gentlemen, it was like himself compared to a big yellow dog on the street. If the two gentlemen were himself, then those Jinshi and scholars were just dogs on the street.

It's not that they are so unbearable, but that these two gentlemen are really too rebellious...

"Have you finished your punishment copying? Go to bed early after you finish it, because you will have more work to do tomorrow morning."

"Almost done, almost done."

The next day, Xia Lin came over with new books. He came early today and sat in the small pavilion, eating while reviewing the lessons he would take today.

After a while, the young master got up, washed and ran out. He looked at the sun and felt a little panicked. He hurried to Xia Lin and said, "Sir, I'm late."

Xia Lin just hummed and said, "Get up half an hour earlier tomorrow and write a policy paper on flood control."

"Okay, I get it now."

After saying that, Xia Lin opened the textbook and said, "Today we start a new content, which will be more difficult, probably the difficulty of the imperial examination. There are nine chapters, six classics and fourteen chapters respectively. You should be prepared."

"Yes……"

The young master dared not disobey, so he could only bite the bullet and agree. Xia Lin took out the first twenty volumes of "Zizhi Tongjian" that he had copied and placed them in front of the young master: "Warm up, memorize this first. In ten days, I don't ask you to recite it backwards, but you have to react to the key points as soon as I mention them."

"Ah... this is also..."

"Shut up, I'm doing what I'm told to do!" Xia Lin slammed the table, "You can't even ask for teaching materials from outside, and you keep nagging at me, I'll hit you on the head."

The young master had no choice but to do as he was told. Fortunately, Xia Lin's version of Zizhi Tongjian came with annotations in vernacular Chinese. It was just that his head hurt after reading this pure history stuff for too long.

At noon, a servant came to report: "Sir, Master. The master and mistress asked you three to go to the hall for a banquet. They said that a relative from the capital is coming to visit her parents today."

This was of no importance to Xia Lin, but it was like heavenly music to the young master. He rubbed his stomach and said, "Sir, let's go and call Mr. Xia for dinner. I'm really hungry."

Xia Lin nodded: "Eat when you are hungry, go and call him over."

At this moment, Old Zhang was thinking about painting techniques in the house. After hearing the call, he came out. The three of them walked into the hall side by side. There was a stranger sitting inside, but he was sitting in the main seat. He looked like he was not just rich, but might be an official in the capital.

The man looked to be around thirty years old, with a slightly arrogant demeanor, and his posture and tone when speaking to the master of the Lin family were not particularly respectful.

"Come, come, Ming'er. This is your cousin, a seventh-rank official in the capital, in charge of the assessment of the Ministry of Rites."

The young master felt somewhat indignant when he saw him like that, but he still cupped his hands due to courtesy and said, "Hello, brother."

"Okay." Lin Chong nodded and smiled at him: "Who are these two?"

"These are my two gentlemen, they are so awesome."

Hearing this, Lin Chong, whose name has something to do with tiger, frowned slightly and glanced at Xia Lin and Lao Zhang: "Don't let others fool you. Nowadays, there are swindlers everywhere, especially those who are not good at talking."

Xia Lin touched his chin and asked, "Is he talking about me?"

Lao Zhang pointed at himself and said: "Look at my goatee, how nice it looks. If I had hair, I would definitely say you."

(End of this chapter)