Taking advantage of this time, he asked Yao Hulu in his mind: "Brother Hulu, can you help me write a New Year's memorial message for this kid?"

The medicine gourd swayed twice, and a row of words popped up: "I will pick out a suitable memorial text for you to print out. I can't write it myself, so I can only find it ready-made for you. Of course, it only appeared in later generations.

This won’t help you.”

"That's fine, but it has to be in line with the person's background."

"You ask him to tell you everything about his family, and then I search according to the corresponding conditions and find it. I have thousands of memorial articles in my belly, and I can always find one."

Today may be the Chinese New Year, and Yaohulu is really talkative. Qiu Wuhen was about to agree, but Yaohulu suddenly said something again: "You can't accept any money, not even a penny."

"Not even the retouching fee?"

"no."

"Hey, I'm afraid of you. It's all your hard work anyway, I just printed it out."

Qiu Wuhen handed the two taels of silver directly to Fei Wudan and said, "It takes a little effort to pick up a pen and write. Forget about the money. The two taels of silver you receive from me as your teacher every month is enough, and these are included."

Fei Wudan was very embarrassed and said timidly: "Sir, I, I really only have so much. How about I owe it first, and my father will give me pocket money later, and I will give it all to you, okay?"

"

This kid thought he was dissatisfied with his lack of money. He couldn't help but reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "I really didn't mean that. What I said was true. You don't need to give me money separately. Just promise me."

I’m writing to you. If you don’t agree, just leave. I’m busy.”

Hearing what Qiu Wuhen said, Fei Wudan was so surprised and grateful that he almost cried. He bowed and said, "Thank you sir, thank you so much. You have helped me a lot."

Qiu Wuhen took him back to the signing room, closed the door, and asked Fei Wudan to grind the ink for him in person.

Qiu Wuhen said: "Tell me the names of your ancestors first. In short, tell me what advanced deeds and great achievements your ancestors have, so that I can write them in the memorial ceremony and praise your ancestors. In addition, your father and you will also

I have told you what you are proud of, what ideas you have for the future, and what hopes you have, and I will try my best to reflect these in the memorial text for you."

Fei Wudan knew a little about how to write a memorial ceremony and what to write, but he knew more or less, so he had prepared all the materials in advance. However, he had no ink in his stomach and couldn't write it at all, so he postponed it until

Now, he handed all the materials he had prepared in advance to Qiu Wuhen. After reading them, Qiu Wuhen nodded and said, "I understand, you can study the ink, and I will write it for you right away."

Qiu Wuhen picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, swung the medicine gourd twice, and a string of white smoke came out, controlling his hand, and he began to write quickly, but the writing method was very neat. This time it was not a matter of moving here and there.

Because there is a ready-made memorial inscription, Qiu Wuhen’s hand and the pen in his hand just print it out. It is no worse than the original memorial inscription, so the calligraphy is really extremely beautiful. And this article

It was written by a great writer of later generations, with great eloquence and majestic momentum.

He was still not hesitant at all, and he finished the thousands of words of articles in one go, several large articles.

He put down his pen and said, "Okay, let me tell you, this memorial is written based on the things I heard you say, and it may not necessarily reflect your family's situation. After all, you may not have said something in place or you may have said it wrong.

, when you go back, think about it carefully, correct it if you find something wrong, and then copy it yourself. Don't give this to your father, your technique is so bad, it's not you at first glance.

Do you understand? You can even make some small mistakes and ask your father to help correct them, so that he will believe that it was you who did it. The deception must be more genuine."

Fei Wudan was already dancing with joy and bowing repeatedly. He wished he could call Qiu Wuhen his ancestor! His gratitude was beyond words.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, ancestor worship was supposed to be held. Although the Su family has fallen into decline, the custom of ancestor worship formed over several generations will not change, so preparations were made early.

There is a pond in the Xie family's mansion, and the tablets originally enshrined in the pond were the only surviving grandson of the Xie family. When his distant relatives took him away, all the ancestral tablets were also taken away. We cannot leave our ancestors alone.

Here, at least for now, there are still descendants, so the whole pond is empty.

Moreover, the Xie family is not taboo. They have already said that everything in the Zen Yuan can be used and changed at will. As long as it can bring vitality and vitality to everyone and make it popular again. Therefore, Grandma Su unceremoniously moved the Su family to

The ancestral tablets were rearranged in the pond, and the sacrifice was held at noon. The whole family was busy preparing in the morning, and at this moment, the concierge, Mrs. Xie, ran in in a hurry and reported: "Old lady, there is an emergency at the Yamen Inn.

The official document is for Mr. Xianggong."

Grandma Su was surprised. There was an official document on New Year's Eve. Could it be that something big happened again? There was going to be an ancestor worship ceremony soon. Although Qiu Wuhen was the son-in-law, he could participate or not. If he followed the usual

The rule is that most of them do not participate, because the status of the son-in-law is not eligible to enter the ancestral hall. But it is different in the Su family. He is the support of the entire Su family. In the future, he will be a general or a prime minister, and he will be a first-rank official, so even if he is

My son-in-law, how could I miss him?

Qiu Wuhen waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, I'll go take a look. If there's nothing urgent, we'll talk about it after the New Year."

Qiu Wuhen went straight to the living room in the front yard and saw a dusty postman with a cylinder on his back, standing there respectfully. After Qiu Wuhen came in, the concierge made an introduction and learned that he was going to

Qiu Wuhen was looking for him, and he immediately stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Master Qiu, the Ministry of Civil Affairs has an urgent document, which must be delivered before New Year's Eve. Fortunately, today is the last day, so I finally got there."

When Qiu Wuhen heard this, his heart moved and he said, "Public relations officer from the Ministry of Civil Affairs?"

"Yes."

"Since it is an official document from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, it should be handed over to the chief clerk of the yamen for registration first, and then distributed to the relevant departments by the chief clerk. How could it be given directly to me, Mr. Xingming? Strictly speaking, I am not a member of the yamen.

"

Yi Cheng shook his head and said: "I don't know, but the person delivering the official document has made it clear that it must be delivered to Mr. Qiu personally before New Year's Eve. Because this official document is for Mr. Qiu, and there are other official documents.

Then pass it on to the Yamen through normal channels."

"Is this official document specially addressed to me?"

This made Qiu Wuhen even more confused. The Yi Cheng quickly took off the cylinder from his back, opened it, poured out a paint-sealed scroll, handed it to Qiu Wuhen, and then took a

He took a notebook and asked Qiu Wuhen to sign on it.

Before this, Qiu Wuhen would have been embarrassed to show off his handwriting, but now that he knew that he actually had a printing function, he could directly print out the calligrapher's calligraphy in the form of writing with a brush, so he immediately started writing on the paper.

Snake, signed his name. However, these three names were automatically generated by Yao Gulu, and were taken from a character in the calligraphy of three calligraphers Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing and Mi Fu, so overall they looked a bit nondescript.

But if you break down these three words, every word is already wonderful.

The Yi Cheng was somewhat literate, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air at first glance. He praised him repeatedly, Mr. Qiu's calligraphy is truly the best in the world.

Yi Cheng accepted the receipt, handed it over and left.

After he left, Su Jinsong stood up from behind the screen. After all, she was worried that something would happen to her husband, so she hid behind the screen and eavesdropped. Seeing Yi Cheng leaving, she hurriedly came out and said, "Husband, what is it?"

?”

Qiu Wuhen used a knife to open the fire paint, took out a scroll inside, unfolded it and laughed. As he had just expected, it turned out to be a letter of appointment from the Ministry of Personnel, appointing him as the inspection officer of Yunduan County.

Ninth grade.

Qiu Wuhen was really surprised. There would definitely be no one in his official department, and Feizhi County, a small county magistrate, would not be so capable in the official department. Otherwise, he would not be in the remote Yunduan County and become the county magistrate.

. After all the calculations, only Yao Gulu has this kind of ability. He can make the officials rush eight hundred miles to deliver the letter of appointment before New Year's Eve, which is obviously to make himself proud of his ancestors.

If you can get this good news before worshiping the ancestors, and then the official department will send the official documents to the Yamen through normal channels, you can hand over the work and take office. Because there are still a few days until the holiday, and the post station will not have holidays, it should be at the Yamen

You will receive official documents when you go to work.

Qiu Wuhen smiled and handed the letter of appointment to his wife Su Jinsong.

Su Jinsong took the scroll suspiciously and read it carefully. As soon as he read it, his hands began to tremble, and his whole body was trembling. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was full of tears and he said: "

Mr. Xianggong, you, you have become an official."

Qiu Wuhen hugged her, patted her thin shoulder, and said: "Yes, now you call me husband is somewhat reliable. Although he is only a little sesame official from the ninth grade, he is still an official after all.

Haha. In fact, the county magistrate told me a few days ago that he has recommended me to be the inspector of Qianshan in Yunduan County. The old inspector of the inspection department has retired and returned to his hometown due to old age and illness. There is a shortage of such a person.

lack."

"The Ministry of Civil Affairs asked our Yunduan County to recommend candidates from among the scholars, and they were required to be Gongsheng students. I happened to have solved a very big case just before, and the magistrate's face was bright. After all, this was his political achievement! He hired me

Master Xing Ming, the credit goes naturally to him. He reciprocated the favor, so he gave me the only spot and recommended me to the Ministry of Punishment. But I didn’t say anything about it before it was finalized, for fear of causing unnecessary complications and wasting my joy.

, now I can say it.”

Su Jinsong was pleasantly surprised and felt something was wrong, so he immediately said: "Ms. sir, you just said that you need to be qualified as a Gongsheng student. Gongsheng students can only be qualified as Gongsheng students if they study in the Imperial College. I was also thinking of saving money to donate a Gongsheng student to you. You
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