The three of them left the bookstore.
Fu Ciyi grabbed her hand and placed the silver ingot in her hand.
"Put it in your purse."
Yan Funing said in shock: "This time ten books are worth ten taels?"
Fu Ciyi said softly: "Yes, because of the word Much.”
Only then did Li Xinheng realize that smart people can make money.
As old as he is, he can count on his five fingers the number of times he has seen ten taels of silver ingots. Afraid that someone would see jealousy, he hurriedly stood in front of Yan Funing and used his burly body to shield her.
After Yan Funing placed the silver ingot, Fu Ciyi patted Li Xinheng on the shoulder.
The three of them returned to the restaurant.
In the private room, the director of the pavilion ordered in a low voice: "I want two portions of pig intestines, three portions of braised chicken feet, and a bottle of wine. Don't shout loudly when the food is served."
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Mr. Feng didn't understand: "We always give the names of the dishes when we serve them."
The pavilion chief pointed to his forehead: "Young man, don't be so dishonest, who am I?"
"The pavilion chief."
"Is there any pavilion chief who likes to eat pig intestines and chicken feet?"
Brother Feng was about to say no, but when he saw the person in front of him, he was stunned. He changed his mind and said: "Yes, isn't it you?"
The director of the pavilion smiled: "Just know how to measure. Hurry up and serve the food."
"Okay!" Brother Feng shook the cotton towel on his shoulder and shouted loudly, "In the private room, the pig..."
The last few words were hard to hold back.
Afraid that the director of the pavilion would reach out and call him, Mr. Feng shrank his neck and hurriedly left the private room.
Looking up, he saw Yan Funing coming back and hurriedly called Liu Song, who had just left the accounting room: "Shopkeeper, the little shopkeeper is back."
When Liu Song saw Yan Funing, most of his anger disappeared: "My daughter is here?" Pulling Fu Ciyi's sleeve.
Liu Song glanced at his son, who was lowering his head at the moment, and greeted Yan Funing with a smile: "Okay."
Turning his eyes to see the cold Fu Ciyi, his smile suddenly dropped again. Half.
Remembering that he was Yan Funing's husband and that he was here to help the restaurant, Liu Song raised his hand to invite him: "The pen and ink are ready, and the empty signs are also made by carpenters, just waiting for the master to write them. .”
Li Xinheng interjected: "My young master is no longer my wife. The shopkeeper can change his title."
"Oh, what's going on?" Liu Song started to gossip.
“My young master is handsome, and he was attracted by his upright daughter, who wanted him to marry his daughter. When he refused, he was dismissed from his post as a village school master.” Li Xinheng complained, “ Shopkeeper, please tell me what happened."
Liu Song was angry when he heard this: "Young master already has a wife, how can you abandon him after all?"
How can Leng Bingbing get married? Now that I'm a daughter-in-law, where can I leave Yan Fu Ning?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and then he thought that this guy could reject the upright girl, which showed that he was worthy of Yan Funing, so he gave him a good look: "Young master did the right thing, even if you are a teacher in a small village school, it is not right."
Fu Ciyi looked cold throughout the whole process, as if what they were chatting about had nothing to do with him.
Just ask Yan Funing: "Which dishes and drinks need to be written down?"
Yan Funing pulled out a piece of paper from under the bill in the corner of the counter: "Here, it's all up there."
Fu Ciyi raised his hand to roll up his sleeves, dipped his pen in ink, and started writing.
The lobby suddenly became quiet.
The guys gathered around first, followed by the guests in the lobby.
Fu Ciyi looked cold when he was writing, and there was an invisible aura around him that made everyone present dare not speak out easily.
The director of the pavilion in the private room waited around, but no pig intestines were served. The originally bustling lobby was surprisingly quiet, so he stepped out of the private room.
I saw many people surrounding the counter on three levels inside and three outside. Driven by curiosity, he squeezed past.
When people saw that the pavilion chief was coming, they all gave way to a path.
The pavilion chief saw the words on the sign at a glance. He couldn't help but nod, raised his index finger and pointed: "Fu Ciyi, the first scholar in Ling County, really deserves his reputation, and he has good calligraphy!"
The people present, including Liu Song, realized that the young man in front of them was the number one scholar in the county.
Everyone applauded with respect.
Liu Chengwen looked up at the ceiling and cursed in his heart. He was not the first scholar, but he could also be admitted as a scholar.
Fu Ciyi wrote the last sign and nodded to the director of the pavilion.
The pavilion chief said again: "You are a talented person. I am very optimistic about you this autumn."
Fu Ciyi put down his pen and handed over his hand: "Thank you, the pavilion chief."
The director of the pavilion looked at the words on the sign carefully and said seriously: "Our Qingshan Academy needs talents like you. If you can come to the academy, Qingshan Jingping will be able to produce many more talents."
Liu Chengwen, who had been standing quietly on the side, was dissatisfied: "What does the pavilion chief mean?"
The pavilion chief laughed loudly and said: "I would like to invite Fu Ciyi to come to Qingshan Academy to be a master, and teach students how to be a scholar. ”
Being a scholar is not an easy task.
Those who can pass the examination as scholars will be able to shine.
Since the cold young man in front of him is the first in Ling County, he must have a lot of valuable experience. Thinking of this, Liu Song praised: "The director of the pavilion has a good vision."
The director of the pavilion looked at Fu Ciyi with a smile: "Do you agree?"
Fu Ciyi thought that as a man, he should shoulder the responsibility of supporting his family, so he agreed.
The pavilion director introduced: "Qingshan Academy is the only formal school in Qingshan Town. The students in it come from various village schools, and they are all over fifteen years old."
The pavilion director introduced himself again. : "I am not talented. As the pavilion chief of Qingshan Town, I also serve as the honorary headmaster of Qingshan Academy. Today I specially appoint Fu Ciyi as the master of Qingshan Academy."
Bow when speaking.
Fu Ciyi raised his hand to return the salute.
“Because the students are very young, there are cases of skipping classes.” As he spoke, the director of the pavilion pointed to Liu Chengwen standing in the corner, “For example, Liu Chengwen often goes out to buy food. I hope that Master can do this in the future. Teach them strictly."
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly. It turned out that he was Liu Song's son, Liu Chengwen.
In this way, Fu Ciyi suddenly became Liu Chengwen’s wife.
Li Xinheng said happily: "Okay, my young master has become a wife again."
Suddenly, the director of the pavilion laughed out loud: "If I remember correctly, Master is nineteen this year, and Liu Chengwen took the scholar exam twice, so he must be twenty this year."
As soon as these words came out, Liu Chengwen Can't keep face.
I am dissatisfied that Fu Ciyi looks better than him and can write better than him.
He was even more displeased to learn that this person was the number one scholar.
Now that he knew that this person was one year younger than him, he became his teacher, which made him extremely depressed.
Immediately I lost my mood to have lunch.
"Dad, I don't want to eat anymore." He walked out of the restaurant.
Liu Song thought that his son was good at everything, but he was not good at learning.
Just now in the accounting room, he had been taught a lesson about knowledge. Now seeing his son unable to hold himself up against the wall, he felt angry.
"If you don't want to eat, don't eat." Liu Song looked at Yan Funing, "Daughter, let's eat." He turned to look at Fu Ciyi, "Master, let's eat together."
From now on, Leng Bingbing is his son's wife, and he actually likes him.
The director of the pavilion walked up to Mr. Feng and asked quietly: "Where are my dishes?"
Mr. Feng slapped his forehead: "Oh, pig intestines!"