The night is vast, and it is raining in Daoan Mansion, and the Huang family is still there.

Huang Chaozhi stood in the hall, lowered his head, and said not to dare to come out. Just because the father standing in front of him was already full of anger, he was almost on the verge of going wild: "Chao'er, you really disappoint me. That's a big house worth fifty-five stakes! You didn't even discuss it with me and immediately gave up someone. A prodigal son is simply a prodigal son."

Huang Chaozhi was about to speak, but was interrupted by a scolding: "I know what you think. You think Ye Jun will be in high school next day, so he wants to prepare for his favor in advance. But have you ever thought that since ancient times, the provincial examination has been so easy? Even if you pass the provincial examination and become a juren, it is still useless. There will be a palace examination later. If you can't win the reputation of Jinshi, you will not be able to get an official position, and it will be useless."

Huang Chaozhi raised his head and said, "Dad, the child is not only a favor, but also a true friend of the Lord. I believe that with his talent, he will definitely not be a thing in the pool."

Huang's father sneered: "Do you believe it? Humph, my dad reads ten times more people than you, how many amazing people are, and then they pass by like a meteor? Fortunately, he dares to use a letter as a house fund, which is really a scam."

As he said that, he picked up the letter in his hand and opened it with a snap. When he saw it, he saw the four big words "Xiangrui Zhuan" on it.

To be fair, the handwriting is well written, vigorous and powerful, and it is very energetic, but that's all. Huang's father also dabbled in art such as calligraphy and painting. The handwriting itself is actually just the foundation, and fame is the key.

No high price is allowed if you are not a famous artist.

But is Ye Junsheng a famous calligrapher?

It is undeniable that his poems are well done and he is the leader of the Daoan Poetry Club and Gu Yunfeng Poetry Club. However, poetry belongs to poetry and calligraphy belongs to calligraphy, and cannot be generalized.

Besides, even if the market conditions of famous artists, such small characters, at most, they will only be a consistent amount of money.

The more Huang's father thought about it, the more he felt the more he felt the more distressed he felt, and the temper he started to get angry. He had to tear his hands and tear off the words, so that he would lose sight of him.

"No, Dad!"

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Huang Chaozhi knelt on the ground with a plop.

Huang's father sighed: Forget it, it's all right, it's impossible for his son to return it. Leaving this piece of calligraphy is a lesson at least.

"Chao'er, get up and go to the study to copy the ancestral teachings fifty times. As a father, you must make you understand deeply, every trace is difficult. It is difficult to make money; every penny is difficult, but material resources are difficult. Do you understand?"

Huang Chaozhi replied respectfully: "Yes, dad."

"There are also this letter, take it away together, and I feel upset when I look at it."

I threw the copybook and angrily left the hall, and went out to drink.

Huang Chaozhi silently took the letter and returned to the study. He did not copy the ancestors' teachings as soon as possible, but opened the letter and looked slowly: Of course he understood that this letter could not be worth too much money, but as the saying goes, a gentleman's friendship is as light as water, how can he care about it everywhere?

I just don’t know where Ye Junsheng has been studying now...

...

It is also raining in Jizhou City. The fine rain curtain falls, as if human feelings will never be cut off.

While drinking alone, ten characters were hung on the wall. These were written by Ye Junsheng before he left the city. They were hung in the store for sale, but there was no movement yet.

The market for book posts is limited, and the price is expensive, so customers who are willing to buy are hard to come by and need to wait for the opportunity.

However, Ye Junmei was not worried about life problems. After his brother inexplicably won the title of Gu Yunfeng's poem, he sold ten characters at a consistent high price in a short time. In addition, he had a lot of savings in the early stage and became a rich man.

The money was not deposited in the money shop and exchanged for silver notes, but was stored under Ye Junmei's bed in the most realistic form.

Maybe I am afraid of being poor or suffering. Whenever I think about sleeping on a heavy 10-yuan chunk of money, I feel very beautiful and sleeping very steadily.

The lights were lit in the room and Jiang Jing'er was writing. After entering Xiyue Academy, although she was always distracted in class, she often tempted other women to learn martial arts with her leisure time. She was very good at learning serious courses, but she still made some progress.

For example, her writing is more dignified and graceful; for example, she has read several poems carefully and listened to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, and she has fluctuated her emotions and inexplicably wrote this poem—

"You ask if there is no time, the night rain in Bashan rises on the autumn pond; why should we cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan?"

"Night Rain Sends to the North" is written by the great poet Li Shangyin.

"Hey, Sister Jing'er is writing a poem!"

Ye Junmei's voice suddenly came from behind.

Jiang Jing'er couldn't help but be shocked. In a panic, the ink dripped onto the snow-white paper.

"What poem are you writing? Let me see it?"

Ye Junmei smiled sly, with a little teasing.

Jiang Jing'er's face turned red: "Where can you write anything?" She was so guilty that she blocked her desk, not allowing Ye Junmei to see it.

I saw Ye Jun giggling: "Sister Jing'er, I actually saw it a long time ago."

"You, what did you see?"

"Hehe, I blushed when I saw you."

Jiang Jing'er was stunned and realized that she had actually been tricked by her, so she couldn't help but tickled her. Because Ye Junmei was most afraid of being tickled, she would giggle and giggle when she scratched her, and the person would shrink into a ball.

Soon, the cheerful and clear laughter of the two women came from the room, and even the wind and rain could not be covered.

When they were tired of playing, they lay side by side on the bed in a dissatisfaction, their hair was sent off, pouring like a waterfall, intertwined, without distinguishing each other.

"Sister Jing'er, do you miss my brother?"

"No."

Jiang Jinger's answer was very straightforward.

Ye Junmei suddenly sighed: "But I miss him." As long as I can remember, the brother and sister lived on each other's life. At that time, although the brother didn't do business and would only focus on studying, she would be very motivated as long as the girl remembered that there was such an older brother in her family and needed her, she would be very motivated.

This is an instinctive spiritual sustenance that nothing can be replaced.

Now that we are separated, it will take many days to get together, Ye Junmei is inevitably worried.

Jiang Jing'er gently stroked her hair and said, "He will take care of himself, don't worry."

Ye Junmei opened her black eyes and said, "This is, my brother is very capable." Looking back on his previous experience, he seemed to recall Ye Junsheng's words in his ears: "If you have your brother here, don't be afraid!"

But now, brother, where are you?

...

Boom!

A muffled thunder suddenly broke out in the dark night sky, as if to wake up the earth.
Chapter completed!