APTnovel Chapter 159
Chapter 159
Qiao Jing seldom let idlers disturb her life, Jing Xinglan was an accident.
Therefore, Jing Xinglan was a little surprised to see that he agreed to Liu Xiaoya's request so easily this time.
But after thinking about it for a while, he understood: Qiao Jing must have thought of Rouge and Qiao Jing.Although Liu Xiaoya and Liu Qi have completely different personalities from them, and live in different times, but people, the more they experience, the more they experience, the more they will have the emotion of seeing things and thinking about others.
And Qiao Jing's life in this world is indeed very leisurely. He doesn't need to go to school anymore, and he doesn't have to think about live broadcasting or finding a publishing house. He can finally concentrate on writing his own story quietly.
It is said that the author's state of mind will be reflected in the text, so every time Jing Xinglan reads the words written by Qiao Jing, he can truly feel the tenderness and tenderness that lingers between the lines and the quiet years.This is not to say that the plot of this story is too flat, in fact, the plot of this book is very exciting and compact.Jing Xinglan has read countless books, and just by seeing the ordinary title "The First Phase of Rebirth", one can guess what Qiao Jing wants to write about.
The only thing that exceeded his expectations was that the "rebirth" in the title was a little different from the rebirth he had imagined.
——However, Qiao Jing still gave him a very big surprise.
According to the outline seen by Jing Xinglan, this is not just a simple imperial examination paper for upgrading.The first half of the book focuses on imperial examinations, while the second half focuses more on officialdom.This is also the outline that Qiao Jing made after a few days of deliberation after learning about Jing Xinglan's status as a prince and His Majesty's character.
In Daliang, the common people like to read stories about gods and strange tales, and they also like the love between gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, but no matter what type of plot it is in, there is always a number one scholar named on the gold list.
Everyone loves to watch this kind of cool story about leaning on the cold window and studying hard, but they don't know that this is just the beginning.How many people can keep their original aspirations unchanged after becoming an official, how much knowledge do they have in speaking and doing things in the officialdom, how can they realize their ambitions on the premise of being wise and safe... These things, if it weren't for Jing Xinglan's status as a prince, Qiao Jing would really be dare not write.
At the beginning, Qiao Cunzhi taught him a lot of things, but it was a pity that he couldn't help his father. In the end, Qiao Jing grew into a social fear and squatted at home, full of theories, which were useless at all.
Unexpectedly, she was shining brightly in this world.
"If your book is written," Jing Xinglan said with a smile, "I can assure you, Brother Huang will definitely come to visit you."
Qiao Jing immediately raised it with a sigh of relief, and he asked vigilantly, "Why? The emperor won't let me write?"
"That's not true," Jing Xinglan said, "but the author of such a 'strange book' is definitely worthy of His Majesty's attention."
"How can I compare with Zhuge Cheng? Don't talk nonsense," Qiao Jing said helplessly. He has a very clear understanding of himself. He is a book writer, commonly known as talking on paper. "So you have read the outline. It shouldn't be published. What's the problem?"
"Don't worry, you are not the only folk who write about this kind of subject matter, and the cultural atmosphere in Daliang is much more open than you imagined."
Hearing these words, Qiao Jing completely put his worries behind him.
His last plot was written about where Mei Qingyun asked the villagers to borrow money, but it is impossible for the countrymen to have much savings, and it is even more impossible for Mei Qingyun to spend the money of the villagers to take the imperial examination. He is not yet so thick-skinned.Therefore, while earnestly issuing IOUs for each family, he began to think about making money.
For scholars, it is almost impossible to ask them to do business to make money. If you are a businessman, you can tell that you are a family member from all over the world. How can you have the energy to review the imperial examinations?
But just writing big characters for people can't make a lot of money. When Mei Qingyun had no wine, he would occasionally write Spring Festival couplets for nearby wealthy families. The money was not enough to make ends meet. That's about it.
At this time of internal and external difficulties, things suddenly took a turn for the better.
A young matchmaker in a rough blue sarong came to Mei Qingyun's home, his face was raw, his sallow complexion looked sickly.With a cane under his arm, he said that the mountain road was slippery after the rain, and he accidentally sprained his leg while walking.
She came to say hello to the youngest daughter of a local wealthy family.
But such a wealthy family, of course, couldn't just fall in love with such a down-and-out teacher like Mei Qingyun.
Mei Qingyun originally thought that they were planning to marry her, but unexpectedly they gave a generous dowry, and promised that as long as Mei Qingyun married their daughter, the rich family would support him in the exam, and Mei Qingyun would not have to worry about any money-related matters from now on. affairs.
However, Mei Qingyun was very vigilant about this kind of good thing that fell from the sky.
He asked: "Forgive me, since the Qian family's conditions are so good, why would you look at the next poor boy?"
The matchmaker faltered for a long time before confessing that the youngest daughter of the Qian family was a natural disability. She couldn't speak when she was a child, and her left leg was still a little limp, but she was cute and cute. The old couple of the Qian family had a daughter and no other children , so she was treated as a jewel in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and she only hoped to find a good family for her daughter, not to be rich and wealthy, but to have a safe life.
The matchmaker saw Mei Qingyun lost in thought, sighed, drank the cold tea in the cup and said: "Mr. Mei, let me tell you this, I understand that you scholars are arrogant, but sometimes Life still has to go on, you owe your relatives a lot of money, right? If you really pass the exam in the future, the worst thing is that you can live in a concubine, and the two elders of the Qian family will not say anything about you for the sake of their daughter."
Mei Qingyun frowned suddenly: "How can a man treat a poor wife like this! I did not take part in the imperial examination for the purpose of having wives and concubines in groups in the future."
The matchmaker was stunned for a moment, "But they all said that there are three major happy events in a scholar's life, promotion, fortune, and death of his wife..."
"It's nonsense!" Mei Qingyun stood up abruptly, and snapped, "The Book of Rites says that self-cultivation, family governance, and world peace are what scholars of our generation should do! If I find out who is so slanderous For the words of a sage, he must be slapped a few times!"
"But," the matchmaker suddenly asked sternly, "You are short of money now, if you marry a daughter from the Qian family, what will you do if others gossip about you?"
"As long as a real man behaves rightly, I'm afraid he will gossip." Although Mei Qingyun was a little surprised why the matchmaker didn't speak good words for the Qian family, but persuaded him instead, she still replied seriously, "I'm white, poor, and have a good reputation." If it's not finished, I really don't dare to delay the beauty, and I'm afraid that there is no relationship with the daughter of the Qian family. But if someone dares to slander my wife with words in the future, Mei Yanshu will definitely not let him go lightly."
"it is good!"
After the words were finished, the matchmaker slapped the table excitedly, almost frightening Mei Qingyun, who had just sat down on the seat, jumped up again.
He raised his head and stared dumbfounded at the matchmaker in front of him who wiped off the sallow paint on his face with his sleeve, revealing a fair and smooth face with delicate features and big bright eyes, like a deer drinking from a mountain stream , full of vitality.
"You, you..." He was speechless, and looked at the crutch beside the table, what else did he not understand?
The person in front of her is the "heavenly disabled" youngest daughter of the Qian family!
Even if Mei Qingyun has read poetry and books and lived for more than 30 years, she has never seen such a bold girl.
"Aren't you speechless?"
He didn't know what to say for a moment, and in the end, he could only hold back this sentence.
"You saw it too," Miss Qian propped her chin, and looked at him openly, her big eyes like grapes from the Western Regions were full of admiration and a bright smile that made Mei Qingyun dare not look directly at him. "I'm different from other girls. I dare to do what they dare not do; I dare to say what they dare not say. Therefore, my parents are afraid that I will cause trouble outside. Every time I see a guest, I dare not say it." Let me talk, and over time people will think I'm dumb."
"Then this crutch..."
"I'm indeed crippled, I was crippled in my mother's womb." Miss Qian readily admitted, "I've never left home before, and this is the first time I've traveled far to find you."
As she spoke, she took the initiative to lift up her skirt and showed Mei Qingyun her ankle which was obviously much thinner than the other leg.
The moment her eyes touched the fair skin, Mei Qingyun jumped up with burning buttocks, turned around suddenly, and turned her back to Miss Qian.
"A lot, thank you Miss Qian for your kindness." He tried to calm down, but his voice was obviously trembling. "It's just that I still stick to the previous reason. I haven't achieved fame, and I'm afraid it will delay the girl's good life..."
"It doesn't matter," Miss Qian looked at his back, more and more satisfied, "I'm not afraid of your delay! Or are you just annoyed that I came to find you in person and didn't follow the etiquette and let the matchmaker come to propose marriage?"
Mei Qingyun shook her head wordlessly.
He didn't know what he was thinking. He admired Miss Qian's courage, but as a man, a man whose future was uncertain and who didn't know whether he could support a family, Mei Qingyun didn't have the courage to make a promise to her.
"Miss Qian," Mei Qingyun finally asked her a question before sending her away, "How old are you now?"
"Eighteen. My parents said that at my age, other people's children can run around," Miss Qian said nonchalantly, "so you don't have to bear any burdens. I think an old girl and a poor boy are quite compatible. "
Mei Qingyun was driving the mule cart in front, although she didn't turn her head, she raised the corner of her lips lightly: "Your parents are just urging you to get married, they don't want you to marry a poor boy."
"If it's an ordinary poor boy, I still don't like it!"
Considering Miss Qian's reputation, Mei Qingyun found a bamboo hat from home and put it on for her, and asked her to repaint her face and pretend to be a matchmaker.
At the time of parting, Miss Qian was puzzled and said, "Since you don't want to marry me, why do you do this? Even if my reputation is bad, it has nothing to do with you."
However, Mei Qingyun bowed her hand to her, and answered the inappropriate question: "There is still half a year before the start of this year's autumn. I wonder if Miss Qian can wait?"
He seemed calm, but his ears were already red like ripe persimmons, and his eyes were fixed on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
Miss Qian slowly opened her eyes wide.
In the end, Mei Qingyun tightly held the handkerchief with a faint vanilla smell, and led the mule back home in a vain footsteps, even forgetting that he could still ride it, and was overturned by the mule beside him who couldn't walk fast. Rolled eyes several times.
His mind was filled with Miss Qian's crisp voice just now:
"Don't talk about half a year, girl, I can afford to wait for a year, two years or ten years! After hearing what you said just now, I recognize you. In this life, you will not marry!"
"Remember, my name is Qian Xiaoyun, Yuncao's Yun!"
When Jing Xinglan saw this, he couldn't help asking Qiao Jing: "Why do I always feel that Mei Qingyun's personality is a bit like yours? Then this Qian Xiaoyun, could it be..."
He hesitated to speak, and stared at the young man suspiciously.
Qiao Jing silently looked away: "You think too much."
Jing Xinglan looked innocent: "But I really think they look alike."
"It's just that you think too much." Qiao Jing said decisively, and by the way, put the bamboo basket next to him into his hand, "There are too many weeds in the yard, go pull them out, I see that you are quite free. "
Jing Xinglan: "..."
Although he selfishly felt that Qiao Jing was definitely changing the subject, Jing Xinglan had no other evidence and could only obediently squat in the yard, trying to identify the weeds.
So far, Qiao Jing has written a manuscript of [-] words.Jing Xinglan's suggestion on this is exactly at the plot point where readers want to know whether Mei Qingyun can return the money to the folks and whether Qiu Wei can pass the exam and marry Qian Xiaoyun, because Daliang is very popular in the market today. Just like many modern online articles, booksellers will print the first few chapters and put them on the stand for sale. If the response is good, the follow-up will be released.Over time, people have become accustomed to this way of reading.
"It's just like the free chapters of online articles," Jing Xinglan commented, "From ancient times to the present, no matter what author has to learn how to write text."
I think he was one of the readers who hated Calvin at the beginning, but as the saying goes, the butt decides the position. Since Jing Xinglan came into the house and abducted Qiao Jing, he has updated it every day, which naturally deviates from the majority of readers who follow him. They turned into the evil support for the Cavan Party.
Not only that, but every night he would try every means to make Qiao Jing indulge in the gentleness and forget about the new things.
Unfortunately, this approach does not always work out.
Although the unscrupulous bookseller himself said so, Qiao Jing, as the author, felt rather embarrassed.Because he felt that only [-] words was too little, and readers basically felt lonely.So I added a section of Mei Qingyun's entanglement at home, his head hanging on the beam and his buttocks reviewing, and the part about when the pilgrimage ordered all places to pay attention to Qiu Wei and select talents, and finally made up [-] words.
According to the speed at which people read books in ancient times, Qiao Jing silently calculated in his heart that 20 words should be equivalent to more than [-] words in modern times, right?
008: Never heard of such a brazen conversion method!
So, taking advantage of the fact that the seeds had just been planted and the soil in the field was still moist, Jing Xinglan took his manuscript back to the capital again.Because it was the first printing, the man said that he had to keep an eye on the bookstore in person, otherwise he would not be at ease. The workers hadn't started work for a long time, and they were afraid that something might go wrong.
Jing Xinglan estimated that he would have to go for two or three days. Qiao Jing's task was to go to the fields every day to look around, but he didn't need to do anything, just pull out the weeds when he saw them.
But on the second day after Jing Xinglan left, when Qiao Jing was bending over to pull weeds in the field, a person passing by stood on the ridge of the field, suddenly stopped and looked at him carefully for a while.
Qiao Jing ignored him, still staring at the land in front of him, trying to kill all the weeds.
Some things, really do not know.In the past, Qiao Jing had always heard Jing Xinglan complain that the weeds in the field were growing so fast. It was only now that he understood what it means to regenerate when the spring breeze blows, and to cut the weeds must be eradicated.
The problem is, even if the root is removed, it will still grow again in the spring breeze!
Qiao Jing tried his best to look more calm, but there was someone who didn't have eyes, and wanted to touch his bad luck at this time, so he said angrily, "Oh, isn't this Qiao Jing? Going to the fields? How can this kind of hard work be done by a scholar like you? Isn’t this insulting people?”
Qiao Jing raised his head and looked at the person. The person who came was about thirty years old, with a round figure, and was wearing a brocade robe similar to that of Ma Jinchen, but the color was different——Qiao Jing guessed that this was probably the outbreak of the Daliang version The user is equipped with the standard.But he didn't wear any tinkling jade pendant on his waist, but the arrogant look on his face, looking at people through his nostrils, was exactly the same as Ma Jinchen a few days ago.
"Who are you?" he asked coldly.
"No way, you have forgotten me?" The man was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed a gritted smile, "Qiao Jing, you are such a noble person who forgets things. We came from the same school, have you forgotten?"
Qiao Jing: "Well, I forgot."
When he speaks to this kind of person who wants to show off in the tone he used to deal with people a few years ago, it is easy to get angry.
Sure enough, the man immediately said angrily: "What qualifications do you have to look down on people? Yes, back then in school you were Mr.'s baby bump, and I was a donkey dung, now? Now you are a mud leg! Reading, reading has a fart Useless! You haven’t passed any exams, and your pockets are clinking poorly, why are you so crazy?”
Qiao Jing was scolded all over his head and face by him. While feeling baffled, he was also deeply speechless towards this man.
How big is this resentment, a donkey dung is remembered to this day?
But before he could speak, Liu Qi, who was passing by, screamed: "You are not allowed to say that, sir!"
The man was getting angry, turned his head and saw that it was a kid in his teens, and immediately started cursing and pushing: "Whose brat, what does it matter to you?"
Liu Qi was weak, so he staggered on the spot when he pushed him, and sat down on the field ridge, crushing a piece of young seedlings.Qiao Jing gasped for a moment when he saw it, thinking that it was over, when Jing Xinglan came back to see his precious seedling being crushed like this, he would definitely sneer and go mad.
However, the one who got mad before Jing Xinglan was Liu Xiaoya who came with Liu Qi.
"Fuck you!" Seeing the person she likes being pushed and shoved, Liu Xiaoya's temper suddenly came up.
She has always been tough, and her body is much stronger than ordinary girls. The last time Ma Jinchen cried angrily was a shame that she would never wash away. My heart was filled with evil, and I rushed towards him yelling, taking advantage of the other party's wrong hand, I pressed the man to the ground and scratched his face with his nails, fearing that this man would slow down and take it away. He overturned himself, and used his knees to forcefully push up——
"Sp... shrew, start it for me! It hurts! Stop it!!!"
Hearing a scream, Liu Qi, who was struggling to get up from the ground next to him, turned green.
This person's real name is Liu Shishi, and he is of the same generation as Qiao Jing.Like Ma Jinchen, he went out to do business because he couldn't study well, but he was kicked out of school by his husband at the time because of a fight, so he always held a grudge.
After more than ten years of wandering, he has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and finally has a little more money. When he returned to the village and saw such a "respectable" scholar as Qiao Jing pulling weeds in the field, he would naturally sneer.
But in terms of financial resources, he is actually not as rich as Ma Jinchen, he can only be regarded as a bit of a celebrity, and he has suffered a lot from grandchildren outside, knowing how contemptuous those real wealthy businessmen and officials treat them.The strong will draw their knives against the stronger, and the weak will only draw their knives at the weaker. From ancient times to the present, this is nothing more than the case.
In the end, the farce was forcibly terminated by the two adults who came in a hurry, because Liu Xiaoya made a move, and the focus now is naturally not Liu Shishi and Qiao Jing's breaking up, but more importantly, Liu Shishi has been covering up all the time. He yelled that he was going to see a doctor, but Liu Xiaoya's father had no choice but to scold his unscrupulous girl, and took Liu Shishi to a doctor who knew medical skills in the village for treatment.
Liu Xiaoya wiped her face, showing a look of indifference, and moved to Liu Qi's side, asking in a low voice, "Are you handsome just now? Did you like me?"
Liu Qi blushed: "You, what nonsense are you talking about! You are a girl, how can you kick that place, that, that..."
Liu Xiaoya narrowed her eyes: "Then what?"
"That's so dirty." Liu Qi patted his chest with lingering fear, "I was scared to death just now."
Liu Xiaoya smiled happily, and slapped him hard on the back: "As expected of my aunt, my favorite girl! Well said!"
Qiao Jing, who silently listened to the conversation between the two innocent children: "..."
He felt that his writing about Qian Xiaoyun was not necessarily influenced by Jing Xinglan.
But most likely, she was so stimulated by Liu Xiaoya's heroic behavior that she didn't run away.
Because of this incident, Liu Shiyi, who originally planned to return to his hometown, could only lie at home with hatred and recuperate, and could not laugh at Qiao Jing in front of him.Gritting his teeth at Liu Xiaoya, the man was unwilling to let Qiao Jing go like this, so he simply put the reclining chair on the side of the road in the village, and when the villagers came back from the busy farming season, they ate under the shade of the trees with their rice bowls While chatting, start talking nonsense.
He said how awesome he was in the outside world, how many well-known wealthy businessmen in the south of the Yangtze River he knew, and that he also had friendship with a certain official, and when he went to the business, he could just give gifts to make it easier for him.At the end, I still didn’t forget to say Qiao Jing hypocritically: “Oh, I think Mr. has done his best for the village all these years and has raised many children. Although the school is gone now, it’s too much for him to be a scholar farming the land. It's ruined. Why don't you go and persuade him to work with me? We are all fellow countrymen, and I will not treat him badly!"
When the villagers heard this, they also thought it was a good idea.
But someone said: "Have you forgotten about Jing Xinglan? He is a jade pendant given by a high-ranking official. Although he is a commoner, his status is not ordinary. He has lived with the husband recently, and the relationship between the two must be very good. "
Liu Shiyi frowned: "Who is Jing Xinglan?"
After hearing about the Majia Village, his expression was a little hesitant, because the existence of Jing Xinglan did make Liu Shiyi feel a little worried.But the unwillingness in his heart has been inciting him to do things around the corner.
"Then why haven't I seen his people these days?" He wondered.
That day in the field, it was obviously Qiao Jing who was pulling weeds.
"This...maybe he was called back by the senior officials?" One person guessed, "Substitutes like him usually do some very dangerous jobs for the senior officials."
"That's it." Liu Shiyi let out a long breath.
It turned out to be a scapegoat, he thought sarcastically, maybe he might not come back that time.
"Even if you are a friend, how can you trust the folks in our village?" He encouraged the folks enthusiastically, "I know that they are scholars with thin skins, and I am not a sharp-tongued person. Which one of you, how about going to persuade him for me? ?”
The villagers looked at each other.
Finally, the village head stood up and nodded, "All right, I'll try it."