After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Zheng Wanru's shoulders slumped, and she wished she could lie down on the desk.

"No, I didn't even memorize one article."

She was destined to stay up late to study today.

Fang Nanzhi looked at her sympathetically and said, "Sister Zheng, I'll help you."

"No, you have to compensate me." Zheng Wanru held her hand tightly, her eyes full of anticipation: "Three egg tarts!"

When Zheng Wanru and Fang Nanzhi first met, she was still a very gentle and dignified young lady.

As the two became more familiar with each other, Zheng Wanru's lively personality gradually emerged.

Qian Fengping made the egg tarts in the oven two days ago.

Sweet and tender, it immediately became Fang Nanzhi's favorite. Of course she had to bring it back to share with her good friend.

It also successfully conquered Zheng Wanru's stomach.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you when mom is in a good mood." Fang Nanzhi was still very generous.

After all, she studied at Zheng's house and ate a lot of snacks and fruits from them.

There is also a lunch.

However, my mother sent a bag of rice to Zheng's house and also sent vegetables from time to time, so it was not a waste of food.

After the two little girls finished talking about the delicious food, they had to hurry up and recite their lessons.

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At the stone table, after Master Zheng sat down, Qin Yan attentively poured him more tea.

He reached back, took the wine from his second uncle and put it on the table.

"Sir, this is the best daughter's red wine. I heard that the wine is mellow and not intoxicating. You can try it."

Master Zheng loves to drink.

But he used to be the dean of Songhe Academy, and he didn't want to spoil the academy's atmosphere, so he mostly drank tea.

I rarely use alcohol, and I don't know how the kid noticed it.

"Yes." Master Zheng did not refuse. He often accepted students' filial piety.

Seeing the melancholy in his eyes, he stroked his beard and joked, "You've been in the city for so long, and this is your first time visiting me. I'm afraid you don't come here for no reason, do you?"

Qin Yan's face turned slightly red, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Since arriving in the city, he has been very busy, including schoolwork at the provincial school and his immersion in the library, so he indeed forgot to pay his respects to the teacher. It was rude of him.

He bowed solemnly and said, "I am sorry for my negligence. Please forgive me, sir."

"Forget it, it's not a matter of conversation. Just tell me what you want to say." Master Zheng didn't really mean to make a fuss.

Although he hadn't seen the child recently, Zhizhi was there, and she kept talking to him, telling him almost everything about the family.

He knew that Qin Yan was busy and making progress every day, which was great.

Qin Yan was a little embarrassed, but he still spoke frankly and told the whole story.

Finally, he asked, "Sir, do you know the purpose of Master Lin's poetry gathering? Or, is there any news from Master Lin's residence?"

He thought about it and decided that Wang Yang was making things difficult for him because of the Lin Mansion.

But Lord Lin is the prefect and the actual person in charge of Huai'an Prefecture.

As a young boy, it was difficult for him to know the secret information of the Lin Mansion.

We can't ask someone to go to the gate of the Lin Mansion to inquire, right? That would be too easy to be discovered.

After much thought, I could only tentatively ask Mr. Zheng for help.

Mr. Zheng raised his eyebrows. He actually knew about this.

"Wang Yang, the only son of Magistrate Wang Tong, has always been well-known for his talent."

"I heard that Lord Lin has met him several times and praised him highly. Lord Lin has three sons, but only the eldest son is a scholar and has already become an official."

"The Lin family is only considered a small aristocratic clan. In the officialdom, there are not many Lin family members who have made their mark. Lord Lin wants to pave the way for his eldest son and find more helpers."

Qin Yan understood it immediately.

"Master Lin wants to accept a disciple? Wang Yang is interested in becoming his disciple?"

Since we are paving the way for the future, we must cultivate people who have the hope of entering the officialdom in the future.

"Maybe it was before, but you answered the questions well in the provincial examination, and Lord Lin mentioned it several times." Mr. Zheng reminded.

After all, he was a juren.

Moreover, the family has been operating in the provincial capital for many years, so it is easy for him to get some news from the upper echelons.

Qin Yan frowned and didn't look very happy.

In other words, Wang Yang had a great hope of becoming Master Lin's disciple.

But because of his appearance, Wang Yang felt a sense of crisis.

Lin Bosheng’s so-called poetry meeting was probably just a cover; the real purpose was to screen disciples for Master Lin.

No wonder Wang Yang didn't want him to participate.

"How is it? Are you excited?" Mr. Zheng picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Qin Yan was in deep thought.

With his status as a peasant, he became a disciple of the prefect, and then he would have a backer.

But, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand.

His involvement with the Lin family in the future is destined to be much deeper.

"Sir, do you think I should become your disciple?" Qin Yan asked sincerely.

Mr. Zheng likes this about him: he is clear-headed and thoughtful, and will not be blinded by immediate interests.

He looked at me with admiration, "A teacher is like a father. If you become my disciple, your relationship will be inseparable. You are still young, studying in the prefectural school, and you are very talented. The prefect is very busy with official duties. How much can he teach you?"

Although he was said to be an apprentice, he mainly studied in the provincial school.

Of course, Lord Lin would definitely take the time to give some pointers or provide some information from the court.

These things become very important in the later stages of the imperial examination.

For example, if the imperial court issued a new decree for a certain place this year, it would probably give students questions to test them.

However, most students without background know nothing about this policy, so it is very difficult for them to answer this question.

Qin Yan also understood this.

But Master Zheng still expressed his opinion: "Qin Yan, you are still young and have a long way to go. Don't be too anxious."

This means that I don't quite agree with him becoming Master Lin's disciple.

There were some things he didn't say.

He had a lot of contact with Qin Yan and knew that this child looked peaceful, but was actually dark inside. Or perhaps it was because he had experienced too much human warmth and coldness at a young age.

He has a cold heart, but is also smart and arrogant.

If such a person is not taught well, he may go to the other extreme. He does not want Qin Yan to be like this.

Qin Yan is a good seedling and needs to be taught by a real celebrity.

He can't do it. Lord Lin is talented, but he doesn't have much time, so he can't do it either.

"Sir, I understand." Qin Yan nodded slightly.

He trusts Mr. Zheng very much and is therefore willing to listen to his advice.

However, even if he had no intention of becoming a disciple, he still had to attend the poetry meeting to give Lord Lin enough face.

Qin Yan talked to Mr. Zheng about his recent studies again.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Fang Nanzhi finished reciting the book and Mr. Zheng gave her a test, and then the brother and sister left.

In the room, Zheng Wanru looked at the two men's backs with indescribable envy in her eyes.

Zhizhi, you are not loyal!

He actually didn't stay with her in detention.

Master Zheng came in at some point and tapped his granddaughter on the head with a book: "Don't look at it anymore. How much have you memorized of the three articles?"

Zheng Wanru carefully extended a finger.

Master Zheng glared at her. The little girl gave a wry laugh, stood up, and trotted over, trying to act coquettishly: "Grandfather, I don't think this is right. Zhizhi is smarter than me. You can't give us the same homework."