The Jiangnan Association is one of the largest grand events in the dynasty.

Those who came to attend the meeting, including the entourages they brought, the yamen runners who maintained order, had a total of no less than 3,000 people.

The venue is full of the Ministry of Rites.

It's very lively!

Jia Qing and others lingered in the middle, talking about poetry and paintings, leisurely wandering, but not as boring as they thought before.

As a celebrity in Jiangnan, Li Yunfei has acquaintances everywhere he goes, but he is just plain and few people can say three words to him.

As for Jia Qing, except for Du Feng, who was with him, I didn't know anything, and together with Li Yunfei, he became a foil.

However, Li Yunfei was quite enthusiastic about Jia Qing, and others could not interfere in their conversation.

At noon, Jia Qing bid farewell to Li Yunfei and Du Feng and left the Imperial College.

In fact, the Ministry of Rites prepared free lunch in the canteen of Nanjian, but Jia Qing had other arrangements...

In the west city, Jia Qingzheng stood in a large courtyard.

"Not bad, bright enough, and the layout is also good."

This was what Jia Yun took several days to choose as the headquarters of "Xunfengmill Horse Walk".

Xunfengche Maxing is the name Jia Qing gave him the first industry.

"It was all done according to my second uncle's request. This yard used to be used for a martial arts hall. In recent years, the martial arts hall was in recession, so the owner wanted to part with him. I happened to meet him and bought it for a price.

My nephew was planning to renovate this place. According to my second uncle's wishes, the place where horses are raised, where cars are put, and where people live must be separated.

I have selected a few people from the clan, all of whom are not very satisfactory in their daily lives. I heard that I would be rewarded with us every month with no less than two taels of silver. After doing well, I can still be in charge of the business. They all rush to follow me and have been very active in doing things with me these days.

I asked Ni Er to take people to buy the carriage. There are already eighteen cars in the yard now. I expect to buy more than a dozen cars and hire some people to start construction."

After listening to Jia Yun's report, Jia Qing suggested: "You can buy ready-made carriages now for temporary use, but remember, don't try to be convenient. After you bring the carriage on the right track, you must start customizing a carriage with your own style. When walking on the road, you must see at a glance that it is my team of Fengfengmills."

"Yes, my nephew understands!" Jia Yun said.

Afterwards, Jia Qing looked around and found nothing wrong. Jia Yun was still doing things well. She encouraged Jia Yun casually and then went home.

He won't attend the next meeting.

...

"Second Master, there is a guest coming to the door."

At noon the next day, Jia Qing, who had been playing cards with the maid for a morning, was taking a nap when he was awakened by Pei Feng's rapid voice.

"Who?"

Jia Qing turned over, didn't want to get up, and asked with dissatisfaction.

"General Manager Lai sent someone to say that he was the second master's senior brother in prison, named Zhang Zi."

It's him, what's he here to do?

After all, the relationship is not easy and it is difficult to neglect. Jia Qing turned over and sat up and said, "You told Lai Sheng's people to welcome the person to the front hall, and I will come later."

A quarter of an hour later, Jia Qing met Zhang Zi in the front hall.

"What happened to Brother Zhang?"

The two were classmates and had a good relationship, so Jia Qing did not be polite to him. When he met, he asked him what he wanted to come, and he asked him to sit down.

Zhang Zi was a little surprised that Jia Qing was straightforward, and sat down again and said, "It was the teacher who asked me to urge you!"

"Sir Jijiu? Why did he urge me?"

Zhang Zi smiled and said, "Who told you to stay lazy? The teacher's meeting is almost over, but you still don't see your poems, so I'll urge you!"

As the priest of the Beijian, Sun Fengwang came to Nanjing not just to bring Jia Qing and others down, but to be the main judge and be responsible for the review work later.

Jia Qing said: "Didn't I make a couplet? Didn't Master Jijiu see it?"

"not enough!"

Seeing Jia Qing looking at him speechlessly, Zhang Zi explained: "Teacher's meaning, you are gifted in poetry. If you come this time, it would be a pity. So he hopes that you can write poetry. One is a good opportunity to exercise, and the other is to add glory to the Beijing Supervisor!"

"If you want to add glory to the Northern Supervisor, there are two senior brothers here, so how can I still need me? Is it possible that Brother Zhang, the competition yesterday's Sutra, must be easy to win. Isn't this enough?"

Jia Qing complained. Indeed, not to mention the other person, Zhang Zi alone is enough to add glory to the Northern Supervisor. Sun Fengwang’s move, to put it bluntly, just want to exploit Jia Qing and see what step can make people surprised by Jia Qing’s poems!

"You can't say that. The land of Jiangnan is in a prosperous place. I dare not speak irresponsibly and will definitely win the championship...

But the teacher’s meaning is very clear, and he wants you to give it a try, Brother Jia, look at this…?”

Jia Qing originally thought that with yesterday's move, he could have enough to take up a top three name in a row, and he had completed the task. Who knows...

However, Sun Fengwang's meaning was not contrary to it. After a moment of depression, he had to say, "What else can I do? Let's go."

Alas, it's going to copy again...

Zhang Zi smiled on his face, stood up and said, "Please!"

...

In the southern prison, the figures are much less numerous than yesterday.

"No, Brother Zhang, can you stop after you supervise me to write poetry?"

In the venue, Jia Qing complained to Zhang Zi, who kept urging him to the poetry stand.

Zhang Zi was a little embarrassed and apologized: "This is what the teacher means, please forgive me, Brother Jia..."

Old Man Sun is really interesting. He even gave such an order. In the past, he thought he was a pedantic Confucian scholar.

Seeing that the two of them had also walked to the poetry stage, Jia Qing ignored Zhang Zi and simply took two steps at the same time, stepped onto the wooden stairs and climbed up to the poetry stage.

He wants to "hand over his homework" quickly!

"It's you?"

Perhaps it was fateful arrangement, Jia Qing heard a surprised and angry voice as soon as he came on stage, and it sounded very familiar. He looked up and saw who else was not Sun Wu who was embarrassed yesterday?

Jia Qing thinks life is really interesting!

Ignoring Sun Wu opposite, Jia Qing saluted the judge first and reported to the house: "Jia Qing, a student of the North Supervision Supervisory Commission, has met the adults!"

The official looked fifty or sixty, and waved his hand and said, "No, yes, it seems that you know Xiaowu?"

Jia Qing felt a bad feeling, and the judge seemed to have a good relationship with Sun Wu!

Sure enough, Sun Wu interrupted with a grievance, "Reply to the teacher, the disciple recognizes him, he is a child of the whole family, and he has given his identity an ugly look to his disciple..."

The judge's face darkened when he heard this.

Jia Qing was very depressed today. He was forced to write poems first, and he went to the stage casually. The person in charge was the mentor of the "enemy"! That's right, it was the mentor, because Sun Wu called himself a disciple rather than a student in front of him.

Now that Sun Wu is "reporting" in front of his teacher, he is still hard to defend himself. Could it be that it is because your apprentice came to provoke me stupidly that I fought back?

This can only have a counterproductive effect.

Because, no one can get along with each other!

So Jia Qing didn't explain much, and bowed again and said, "Students are here to take the exam, so please ask the adults to give the questions!"

The judge was old and calm. He quickly withdrew his emotions on his face and said calmly: "The country is in war, so you can write a poem based on this topic, without limiting the rhythm.

Like them, you have a stick of incense, go there."

"yes"

Jia Qing looked up and saw four tables placed on one side of the poetry stand, and there were people standing next to two of them, so he walked there silently.

Jia Qing’s question seems to have no requirements, but Jia Qing knows that it means to make things difficult for him. After all, how old he is, can he know what war is? What’s more, writing poetry.

However, Jia Qing was not dissatisfied, and everyone had the intention of protecting his son, and the judge had the final say on what questions he had.

Sun Wu was responsible for the timing of the incense next to him. What’s funny is that Jia Qing saw clearly that this guy deliberately straightened the incense when he was lighting incense, and the stay time was not short...

He will definitely want to be much faster when he does this.

Seeing him slightly proudly inserting the incense into several tables in front of him, Jia Qingzhen didn't know how to describe him.

This is probably what the jumping clown is like.

No longer paying attention to these, Jia Qing took the pen and dipped it in ink, and he was free to express himself. In a moment, the seven-character style appeared on the paper.

Stop the pen and place the brush on the pen holder.

"Sir, the students have done it!"

The two buddies next to them turned their heads in disbelief, wanting to see what Jia Qing had written.

The old man who was the judge also looked at it incredibly and confirmed that Jia Qing wanted to hand over the paper. He ran over and pulled up Jia Qing's manuscript and started reading it.

He made up his mind that if Jia Qing dared to attract attention from him, no matter who he was, he would deal with him on the spot!

The majesty of Confucianism cannot be trampled on by such children!

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Chapter completed!