The son-in-law of a prosperous family

He never expected that the young man in front of him was so knowledgeable. The views expressed by Zhao Yunchuan in his notes were like sharp knives, accurately cutting into the core of classic works. His perspective on the problem was novel and sharp, even better than his own.

Master Jiang calmed himself down and looked at Zhao Yunchuan. The seriousness in his eyes faded a little, replaced by admiration and inquiry that were difficult to conceal. He slowly said, "Did you gain these insights through your own research, or did you receive guidance from someone else?"

Zhao Yunchuan bowed his hands respectfully and said modestly, "Teacher, I only rely on my passion for learning, study hard day and night, and ponder over and over again, and only occasionally gain some insights, without any guidance from an expert."

Upon hearing this, Master Jiang could not help but nod slightly, secretly marveling in his heart that this young man was not only gifted, but also so diligent.

Master Jiang was eager to teach this talented young man, and Zhao Yunchuan was also eager to improve his knowledge under the guidance of Master Jiang.

In an instant, the slightly restrained atmosphere in the hall became relaxed and harmonious, and the two of them had a great conversation, talking about everything from poetry and songs to state governance, as if they were old friends who had known each other for a long time.

Of course, I didn’t forget to study during this period.

Before we knew it, it was getting dark and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the house through the carved window lattices.

Upon seeing this, Master Jiang raised his hand slightly, with a somewhat friendly look on his face: "Yunchuan, it's getting late, let's have a simple meal at home."

Zhao Yunchuan wanted to decline, but seeing Master Jiang's sincere eyes, he thanked him respectfully and sat down to eat.

During the meal, the two did not communicate much. Master Jiang was a classic Confucian scholar who believed in not talking while eating or sleeping.

After the meal, Master Jiang looked serious. He walked to Zhao Yunchuan and said earnestly, "Yunchuan, the Spring Examination is coming and time is running out. You should come to my house every five or ten days from now on. I will make a targeted study plan for you based on the key points of the Spring Examination. You must complete the homework I assign carefully. If you encounter any difficult questions in your daily life, collect them and we will discuss and solve them together when you come."

After hearing this, Zhao Yunchuan hurriedly bowed and said in a loud and firm voice: "Thank you, Master! You have taught me so carefully. I will do my best to live up to your expectations!"

The dusk slowly covered the courtyard like a soft veil. Fang Huai stood at the door, frowning slightly, looking around with worry in his eyes.

Seeing Zhao Yunchuan's figure appear, he immediately walked over to him and said with a hint of anger: "Why did you come back so late? I was worried sick. Did you eat? Did you have a good day today?"

Zhao Yunchuan's face was full of smiles. He grabbed Fang Huai's hand and his voice was filled with excitement. "It went very smoothly. It went very smoothly! I gained a lot at Master Jiang's house today. We talked until very late without realizing it. Master Jiang even invited me to dinner. Don't worry about it."

Fang Huai let out a long sigh and pulled Zhao Yunchuan to sit on the stone bench in the yard: "Tell me quickly, what kind of person is Master Jiang? What did you talk about?"

Zhao Yunchuan picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip to moisten his throat, and began to speak excitedly: "When I arrived at the Jiang residence, I thought I would have to wait a long time, but I was invited in very quickly. Master Jiang was wearing a long gown that was a little bleached from washing. He was very simple, and his attitude was very kind, without any airs at all."

Fang Huai was so absorbed in listening that he couldn't help but ask, "And then?"

"Then we started discussing academic matters, from classics to poetry and songs, and we got along really well." Zhao Yunchuan's eyes sparkled. "He also read my reading notes and praised me for my hard work in reading. Some of my views were very unique, but he also pointed out some shortcomings."

Zhao Yunchuan sat by the warm fire, holding Fang Huai's hand, and told him in detail his experience of visiting Master Jiang.

Fang Huai was fascinated by what he heard, staring at Zhao Yunchuan without blinking, his eyes shining brightly, full of pride and honor.

Her husband is talented, hardworking and diligent, so it is natural that he is recognized by Master Jiang.

Thinking of this, Fang Huai's mouth corners unconsciously raised, revealing a gratified smile, and whispered softly: "I knew that my Yunchuan is the best."

The two of them were immersed in this joyful atmosphere, chatting with each other, and suddenly, a "gurgle" broke the beauty.

Fang Huai's face turned red instantly, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his eyes, and he subconsciously covered his stomach.

Zhao Yunchuan was stunned at first, then he reacted and looked at Fang Huai with concern, and asked gently, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

Fang Huai scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said in a shy voice: "I haven't eaten yet. I was just thinking about waiting for you to come back and eat together. But don't worry, I have prepared the food a long time ago. It has been warming in the pot. It can be served as soon as it is heated up."

Having said that, he stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to serve the food.

Zhao Yunchuan quickly stood up and gently pressed down Fang Huai who was about to stand up. With a gentle smile on his face, he said softly, "Sit down. You've been busy all day. You should have a good rest. I'll go serve the food."

After saying that, he walked quickly towards the kitchen.

The kitchen still had the smell of cooking from Fang Huai's cooking. Zhao Yunchuan saw the food warming on the stove, the plates carefully wrapped in cloth still emitting a little heat. He picked up the food carefully, his heart full of gratitude to Fang Huai.

After a while, Zhao Yunchuan returned with steaming hot food and gently placed it on the table: a plate of fragrant stir-fried cabbage and pork slices, a plate of refreshing and delicious pickled radish, and a bowl of thick hot soup.

"Eat quickly. You must be hungry after a busy day." Zhao Yunchuan sat down next to Fang Huai, his eyes full of concern. "Thank you for your hard work today. You have been waiting for me."

“Not hard, not tiring.”

Even with the guidance of Master Jiang, a leading figure in the academic world, he never slacked off, but instead worked even harder.

Only on the fifth and tenth days of the lunar calendar, he would ask for leave from the academy in the afternoon and rush to the Jiang Mansion to attend one feast of knowledge after another.

Time flies by, and it is already the fifth day of March. Outside the window, the spring breeze is gentle, and the peach blossoms are blooming. In the study of the Jiang residence, Master Jiang is sitting at his desk, holding Zhao Yunchuan's latest answer sheet in his hand.

His eyes moved slowly between the lines, sometimes he nodded slightly, sometimes he smiled with satisfaction.

This answer sheet has novel and unique viewpoints and rigorous logical reasoning. Every word reveals Zhao Yunchuan's profound knowledge and deep understanding of academic subjects.

Master Jiang couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Zhao Yunchuan was truly the most gifted and talented student he had ever met in his life. Given time, he would surely shine in the academic field.