Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Chapter 520 Test each other

"Okay, let's do as you say. First, give them a warning, let them know that our Long family is not to be bullied, and then give them some sweet treats. Just be careful to find the right balance."

After saying this, Long Ye turned and walked towards the inner hall. If anything important happened, it wouldn't be too late to come out, so he instructed again, "Tell them I'm out for something."

The butler responded respectfully, then followed the doorman and walked quickly towards the gate.

The concierge introduced to the waiting Monsoon: "This is our housekeeper."

Ji Feng looked behind the butler, but didn't see Lord Long. He asked, "Where is your master?"

The butler's tone seemed warm but contained hidden meaning: "Our master is very busy with many things. Since you are all his classmates, we will naturally not neglect you."

After saying this, the butler glanced in the direction of the carriage, "Our Long family is well-known in Qingshui County, and Master Long's name is even more famous. You are both classmates of the young master and his juniors. Aren't you scholars always the most particular about etiquette? How can we ask the master to come out to greet you youngsters?"

After the butler said this, he couldn't help but feel secretly proud in his heart, thinking that he had been a horse thief for half his life, and it was not easy for him to say such flawless words.

Bowen, sitting in the carriage, heard every word of it, his anger rising in his chest. He thought, if his senior brother knew about this, he would laugh his teeth off, and he would be completely humiliated.

Bowen's face turned pale with rage, and he suddenly pulled open the carriage curtain. "I've lived for most of my life, and this is the first time I've heard such absurd remarks! A dignified teacher personally visited his student's home, but the host was nowhere to be seen, and instead he was scolded by a steward. Where has he studied? It's simply a disgrace to society! When I return to the capital, I will definitely ask Long Qiushan to come back and teach him what it means to respect teachers! If he doesn't even know this basic etiquette, how can he talk about studying and seeking the truth!"

Ji Feng hurriedly introduced him to the housekeeper: "This is the highly respected headmaster of Wenyuan Academy, Master Bowen!"

Upon hearing this, the butler's jaw nearly dropped. He hurriedly bowed deeply to Bowen, who was sitting in the carriage, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm blind and ignorant. Master, please be magnanimous and don't bother with me! I'll go and get the master over right away!"

Bowen rolled his eyes at the butler before slowly lowering the curtain. He leaned against the wall of the car and breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally saved his face, otherwise he would have become a laughing stock.

Not long after, Lord Long came in a hurry. He never expected that Master Bowen, the most famous talent of the Great Yan State and the head of Wenyuan Academy, would come here in person.

Lord Long walked quickly and respectfully to the side of the carriage, and immediately saw the flag of Wenyuan Academy on the carriage. The unique embroidery seal of the Great Yan Kingdom on the flag was particularly eye-catching. There was no doubt that the person coming was Master Bowen.

"Master Bowen!" Lord Long bowed hurriedly, his tone full of awe.

Bowen slowly opened the carriage curtain and walked out. He glanced at Long Ye indifferently. He saw that this man had a pair of triangular eyes, was dressed in a gorgeous outfit embroidered with gold thread, and had a thick gold chain around his neck. He exuded the air of a nouveau riche.

Bowen thought to himself, no wonder he had been given so many valuable things before, but those portraits really touched his heart.

"Well, you are Long Qiushan's father, Master Long?" Bowen raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

Lord Long hurriedly bowed respectfully, "Indeed, Long Qiushan is my son."

Seeing this, Ji Feng hurried forward and carefully helped Bowen down from the carriage. After Bowen steadied himself, he coughed twice and said with a leisurely demeanor, "I was passing by this place recently. I often hear Qiu Shan mention you as a well-known philanthropist within a ten-mile radius. I admire you so much that I came to see you. I hope I didn't disturb you."

When Master Long heard this, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy, thinking that his son had finally grown up and understood how to speak well of him in front of the teacher.

He smiled widely, "Master, it is truly an honor for me to have you visit my humble home! Please come in, please come in."

Bowen nodded slightly in response. Seeing this, Long Ye quickly stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation. Bowen looked calm and walked in at a leisurely pace.

As he stepped into the villa, Bowen's eyes swept over the golden orchid wood with carved dragons and painted buildings, and he shook his head in his heart. It was so rustic, as if he had money but nowhere to spend it. It was just piling up luxury but had no beauty or style at all.

"Master, please take a seat." When the group arrived at the lobby, Master Long turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Bowen nodded slightly, expressing some satisfaction.

Although this nouveau riche has poor taste, he is quite respectful to me. Well, after all, not everyone can have such elegant and outstanding taste as me.

After sitting down, he looked up at Lord Long, who was standing beside him with his body bent and respectful. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the other side of the main seat and said, "Please sit down too. There's no need to be so polite."

"Hey." Long Ye responded quickly and sat down carefully on the other side.

The butler held the brewed tea in both hands, walked to Bowen, and bowed slightly, "Master, please have some tea."

Bowen looked relaxed as he lifted the teacup and slowly brought it to his lips, taking a sip. "Hmm, it's this year's Maojian."

Long Ye hurriedly took another cup of tea from the butler, his face full of smiles, "Excuse me, Master. We are in this poor and remote place, and we really can't produce any good tea. This Maojian is the only one we have. I hope it can be accepted by you."

Bowen took another sip, a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "Not bad, I have always liked the fresh and elegant taste of Maojian. It may seem ordinary, but it is actually quite good."

Hearing this, Long Ye's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "Then I will ask someone to prepare two boxes of the best Maojian for you to take with you. What do you think, Master?" After all, in his opinion, as the master of the first academy in Dayan, Bowen must have tasted countless rare and fine teas in his daily life.

Bowen looked calm and said lightly: "Okay, take one more box." His senior brother also loved tea and gave him a box when he left.

Bowen slowly put down his teacup, his expression becoming serious. "Master Long, I recently heard that Nanyang City has suffered a disaster and has become a severely affected area. I thought, Master Long, as a wealthy businessman in the Nanyang area, you must care about the people and should provide some assistance to the victims, right?