He stood in the main hall and took two steps towards Tojima. "Father, mother, my son is back."

Mother hurriedly said: "Come in quickly!"

Inside, on the kang, was the pale-faced father. Sitting on the edge of the kang was a woman in coarse clothes. This was the mother.

The mother's face was still covered with a towel, so he hurriedly asked: "Is the boil on my face not healed yet? Let me take a look at it and go back to the doctor to prescribe some medicine!"

Mother Lu hesitated for a moment and then took off the scarf.

When Lu Qilang saw that face, his complexion turned pale in an instant, "Aniang...your face..."

Mother Lu touched her face: "Isn't it scary?"

"Who?" Who scratched your face?

Mother Lu smiled and said, "My mother married your father. Among the rich and powerful, her appearance is not a problem! But if you are from a humble family, such appearance is a disaster rather than a blessing! This is what my mother made for you.

My father didn’t know in advance.”

The man on the kang leaned on the pillow and looked at the woman with pity, his eyes filled with moisture, "I've wronged you."

Mother Lu shook her head, then stood up, "I'll go serve the rice while you two talk."

Lu Qilang took off his cotton cloak and put it on his mother, "It's windy outside, please don't catch a cold."

Ai!

Mother Lu walked out, and Lu Qilang sat next to his father, "Father, have you taken the medicine?"

Eat! Lu Fangxing gave Mrs. Tang in his arms to his son, and then said: "It's freezing here, so let's live like this in the city this year! When the weather gets warm next year, we can sell the houses in the city and go to

If we buy a small village in some suburban county outside the city, have some land, and teach a few Meng boys, we can live a good life. If my health hadn't been weighed down and I couldn't travel far, I should have returned to my hometown."

Lu Qilang was silent for a long time, and then he said: "Father, I heard that the imperial court is going to select officials..."

What?

"Three generations cannot be officials, but officials can't help it!" Lu Qilang looked at his father, "My son... doesn't want to hide, and lives in fear every day. Whether he is an official or an official, he has to stand in front of others and do an errand.

.Having an identity will protect you and your mother for the rest of your life. I also want to have a stable job and earn money to support the family... I always hold on to my identity as a noble family and feel superior, but others are still the same.

I can trample you under my feet. Dad, I will do it in vain and grit my teeth to get through it. In fact, it is not a big deal. It doesn’t matter if the official is low-level or not in the mainstream... I don’t care! If I dare to stand up and do this job...

Then the world will know what kind of person I am! I can do things that others can't do. So if anyone wants to bully me, he should stretch his arms a little... so that people know that we just don't have that superior status.

Yes, we are not easy to mess with either!"

Lu Fangxing finally had a smile on his face, "My father used to tell you that you should not be arrogant when you are in a superior position. You always said that you listened. But in fact, you never listened! You are Lu

Qilang, what you think is not arrogant is not really not arrogant. As a father, I often worry about how long it will take for my son to grow up with such a temperament. But now, he has indeed grown up. It can be seen that good fortune and misfortune can depend on each other.

Now. When the Lu family is here, my son is noble, but he is just sent to some girl by the family for marriage. Now, the Lu family is gone, and my son is sensible. Although he doesn't understand 'to be in a superior position without being arrogant'

, but being able to understand 'being in a lower position without being humble' is a great comfort to him as a father."

Only then did Lu Qilang smile, his eyes burning: "I'll go and sign up tomorrow."

Well! Go ahead.

When eating, there was a pot of corn and a plate of pickles. Lu Qilang felt sour when he saw the sweetness of his parents' food. Being able to eat corn and pickles every day was the only meal he could provide to his parents.

After eating, he went to sleep on the narrow kang on the other side of the screen.

It's too cold, and we can't afford to burn a few charcoal fires at home, so we just have to make ends meet.

It was late at night, and I could still hear my father's muffled cough and my mother getting up to pour hot water for him.

Mother's voice was low, "I'm afraid this medicine may not work. It's from the wrong year, so it won't be as effective as the previous ones."

The father replied: "It's the same, there is no difference in drinking. It's just because of the cold wind, it will be better if you wait a little longer."

Mother said nothing, as if adding fuel to the fire, she got on the kang again.

Lu Qilang was almost asleep when he heard his mother say again: "...become an official... I'm afraid people will ridicule Qilang..."

The father's cough started again, "... Taizu is different from other emperors... Today's emperor respects Taizu... This is not only compassion and broad-mindedness... but also pragmatism! Qilang... must be accepted He is ridiculed, but he will not grow up until he gets over the humiliation! But as long as he survives it... he will make a difference. As long as he is down-to-earth, down-to-earth, and does his job well... even an official can stand out. In the years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Taizu...canonized many controversial people. What did the head of the family say at that time? They disagreed very much, but I thought it was good. There was a man named Han E who specialized in farming. Yes, he wrote a book on farming. After Taizu read it, he made him an official in charge of agriculture and rewarded him with the title of viscount. This family came from a poor family and was quite low-key in the capital. There was another A man named Mao Wenxi wrote a book called "Tea Book" and gave it to the Viscount, who made him a Yuanwailang at the Ministry of Industry. There were also several poets who were promoted to the academy under special circumstances, and held The salary of the seventh grade of the imperial court... It can be seen that if you are good at one subject, as long as you do it solidly and have achievements, the imperial court will value it. This is more important than talking about poetry and lyrics all day long. And officials focus on doing practical work... If Qi Lang just gets in, he will be able to accomplish something, and if he quits, he can settle down and support his family... This is not a shameful thing. The salary and money received by the officials are only the same as the salary received by the accountant. There is no difference between high and low.”

The woman gave a soft 'hmm' and snuggled next to the man, "When Qilang comes back... don't ask him about his errands, just praise the child."

Yes! Just praise it!

The sounds over there gradually became less audible, and Lu Qilang felt his cheeks were cold. Tears fell from nowhere, wetting his cheeks and the pillow.

When I got up early the next day, my mother personally brought hot corn cakes and said, "I'll be back early when I'm full."

Ai!

Lu Qilang went out and went to Liubu Yamen.

The Ministry of Rites was recruiting scribes, and he wanted to try.

Finally, when I arrived at the Yamen Gate, I saw a notice being posted that the imperial court was recruiting Khitan translators.

There were two seventh- and eighth-grade officials nearby who were discussing, "It's not enough to just stick it here, we have to go to various markets..."

"You have to ask an errand to come over! It depends on who in the trading firm is a Khitan guy who can speak Khitan dialect, and you want to find a job... Otherwise, where can you find such a person..."

Lu Qilang understood. It was not enough for the court to have translators, but it also needed translators.

Of course! Han Siyuan told the Sixth Prince over there, "The translator can do what is written on paper. But if you take it out, you can live there for three to five months, be able to speak, and understand the local language." , At least half of the people he brings must be able to understand Khitan." These people still have to deal with miscellaneous things, so they can only find translators! In fact, they are called assistants.

The sixth prince expressed that he understood, and agreed while sending Han Siyuan off, "This time, my eldest brother, I don't know when I will be scheduled..."

Just as he was talking, he saw Lu Qilang reading the notice at the door as soon as he went out.

Lu Qilang was stunned for a moment, then greeted the two of them and asked, "May I ask His Highness the Sixth Prince, Prince Han, if I can apply for the recruitment?"

Han Siyuan looked at him seriously: "This is the translator!"

"I know!" Lu Qilang handed over his hand again, "I know the Khitan script, the scripts of various tribes in the Western Regions, and even the Jiaozhi language...can I apply for a translator?"

Han Siyuan nodded, "Yes!" He pointed to the Sixth Prince, "His Highness the Sixth is responsible for this matter. You can discuss the details with him."

Thank you!

Han Siyuan nodded politely, then waved to the Sixth Prince, turned around and rode away.
Chapter completed!