Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

When putting the letter back into the envelope, Chen Lang found a few banknotes stuffed inside.

He took it out and counted it, and it weighed at least twenty taels.

It seems that the tofu shop at home has been making quite a lot of money over the past period of time.

But twenty taels was indeed a bit too much. Chen Lang still had a lot of money left, enough for his future expenses.

There is no need to touch these twenty taels, just keep them and take them home.

Then Chen Lang opened the letter written by the teacher.

The content of the letter was very simple. It asked Chen Lang to visit an old friend of his after finishing his exams.

This old friend writes excellent articles. If Chen Lang can get his guidance, his level of writing policy papers will improve significantly.

Chen Lang immediately changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

The noise of changing clothes was a bit loud, waking Xu Fei up. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "Brother Chen, are you going out?"

Chen Lang said: "Well, the teacher asked me to visit an old friend."

Xu Fei sat up, stretched, and said, "I'll go with you."

Chen Lang said: "You are tired, so go back to sleep."

Xu Fei said, "I'm going to sleep now. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Hold on till night and come back and have a good sleep."

Chen Lang did not stop him. After Xu Fei changed his clothes, he went out with him.

Arriving at the door of Mr. Han, his old friend, Chen Lang politely addressed the doorman, "I, Chen Lang, have come to visit Mr. Han on the orders of my teacher, Sheng Chuliang. Please let him know."

The concierge looked him over and said coldly, "Wait here."

Inside the mansion, in the study.

Old Mr. Han sat cross-legged on a small couch. He was wearing a blue Confucian robe, the collar and cuffs of which had been washed white. His expression was calm and his eyes were as bright as torches, and he exuded a profound and majestic demeanor.

In front of the small couch, several young men were concentrating on writing. Each of them was dressed extremely luxuriously, and one of them was a famous genius prodigy in Guangling Prefecture.

The doorman knocked on the door gently and called out "Master".

Although the sound was soft, it broke the quiet atmosphere in the study.

Mr. Han glanced at him indifferently and asked with a hint of displeasure, "What's the matter?"

The doorman replied cautiously, "There's a man named Chen Lang who said he came to see the master on the orders of our master."

The name Chen Lang had already spread among the literary circles of Guangling Prefecture. The young men who were writing furiously also stopped and looked surprised.

Mr. Han stroked his goatee and asked, "Is it the Chen Lang who's been so popular lately?"

The doorman said, "I didn't ask in detail...but judging from his age and appearance, it must be this person."

"What's his master's name?" the old man asked again.

"Sheng Chuliang." The doorman answered truthfully.

Mr. Han was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Haha, very interesting."

"I was wondering why this kid is so arrogant. Like master, like disciple."

"But Sheng Chuliang, you asked your apprentice to visit me... I think you are really getting old and confused."

Mr. Han was talking to himself on the small couch, and the students below were also whispering.

"It is said that all of Chen Lang's poems were written by his teacher."

"How could a businessman who only cares about making money write such poetry?"

"How dare such a person come to visit you? Isn't he afraid of defiling your doorstep?"

"I also heard that the prefect's eldest son has a lot of complaints about him and is thinking of dealing with him."

Mr. Han's expression was as calm as an ancient well. Only when he heard the words "the prefect's eldest son" did his pupils shrink slightly. Then he said slowly, "He was born into a merchant family and is suspected of ghostwriting. How could I possibly meet such a person?"

"Go, tell that kid to leave quickly."

The doorman received the order and was about to leave.

At this time, Mr. Han's favorite student, the famous genius prodigy in Guangling Prefecture, stood up and said, "Sir, I think the two poems that are now widely circulated in Guangling Prefecture were written by Chen Lang."

"Especially the second one, which was recited in public."

"There are too many uncertainties in this kind of situation, and Chen Lang has no way to prepare in advance."

"So I thought it would be a good idea for you, sir, to see it and verify its authenticity yourself."

Mr. Han had always been very protective of this student, but after hearing what his beloved disciple said, his expression darkened instantly, and he said unkindly, "Changqing, you are still young and don't understand the ways of the world."

"Even if those two poems were written by Chen Lang himself as you said, if he wanted to show them to others, he should have chosen a more appropriate occasion and a more appropriate method."

"At a small gathering of examinees, he lambasted the examinees present as philistines, simply to gain fame for himself."

"His teacher also used this move back then. This master and disciple pair are truly of the same lineage."

"So you must never provoke this kind of person."

After Mr. Han scolded his beloved disciple, he said to the doorman, "Go tell Chen Lang that I have never heard of his name, let alone know Sheng Chuliang."

"Don't come to my house again in the future, or the servants will use sticks on you and won't recognize you."

The porter hurried back to the gate.

Chen Lang took the initiative to ask, "Mr. Han, would you be willing to take the time to meet me?"

With the master backing him up, the doorman was unceremonious and sneered, "My master said he has never heard of your name, let alone knows Sheng Chuliang."

"You are a money-grubbing businessman, you are not worthy of visiting us!"

"If you come here again, I'll beat you with sticks."

Xu Fei flew into a rage and said, "How dare you, a gatekeeper, speak so harshly? Today, I will speak for your master..."

Chen Lang grabbed Xu Fei and signaled him with his eyes not to be impulsive.

Chen Lang originally thought that Sheng Chuliang said in the letter that this Mr. Han was his old friend and that the relationship between the two should be very good.

But now it seems that the teacher was just wishful thinking.

The other party doesn't recognize him at all!

As for the humiliation suffered by the doorman, Chen Lang didn't take it seriously.

If a dog bites you, do you have to bite it back?

Chen Lang sighed and said, "Brother Xu, let's go. There's no need to waste time talking to these dogs."

After leaving the Han residence, Xu Fei was still indignant and said, "Brother Chen, you shouldn't have dragged me along. It would have been much better if I had slapped that doorman a few times."

Chen Lang said: "There's no point in beating him, it will only dirty your hands."

"Besides, you and I are of such noble status. A mere doorman is not worthy of being slapped by us."

"Even if you have to fight, you should slap that old bastard Han directly in the face!"

Xu Fei thought for a moment and said, "Brother Chen is right. It's beneath your dignity to argue with a servant."

"The visit failed, what should we do next?"

Chen Lang smiled and said, "Let's find a place to have some drinks to welcome you."