Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 272: Wind Rises in Xiaoxiang
Xia Lin went to work as usual in the morning. He had never been a lazy man. When he was working, he would not take a rest all day. He had a very stupid idea that once a person stopped working, he would become a lazy ghost within two years. Working might not necessarily make him rich, but it could make him feel that "although it is annoying, at least his life is not lived in vain."

This varies from person to person. It's not that everyone is like this, but he just stubbornly thinks so.

After having breakfast in the small pavilion, the young master next to me was copying a book at his desk, both to practice his calligraphy and to deepen his memory.

Studying is very hard. If you want to become a superior person, you naturally have to endure hardships. Everyone thinks that top students are extraordinary, but it is precisely because it is difficult that they think they are extraordinary.

"There's a party for Xiaoxiang students tonight. Let's go and have a look. I heard there are many pretty ladies there."

While Xia Lin was eating cakes and reading, the young master suddenly looked up and asked, "I heard that these are students who are going to Beijing to take the exam. This time, the students from Xiaoxiang seem to be competing with the students from Ganpo, and they must fight for a place."

"That's a good thing." Xia Lin slowly put down the book: "Go if you want to."

"I can not……"

Xia Lin was a little surprised by the young master's sudden timidity. He smiled and asked, "Oh, aren't you the fearless young master? Why are you so afraid?"

"Alas... In the market, my Lin family can still rely on our ancestors to have some face, but in front of those scholars, my Lin family is nothing. They are either from high-ranking families, or poor students who have passed the exams on their own. Which one doesn't look down on others? It's okay to see people who are similar, but when they see someone like me, how can they look down on me?"

Xia Lin burst into laughter: "You know that? You know that you were such a jerk before?"

Master Lin propped his chin up and sighed, "Isn't this the old style of those gentlemen, who always talk about nonsense, boring and uninteresting."

Hearing his words, Xia Lin shook his head and laughed, "Everyone comes out this way, why do you have to resort to violence when it comes to you?"

"Then why don't you just go with me at night? I'll feel more confident with you by my side."

Xia Lin sneered, "I'm just a commoner, what can I do if I go? Oh, you want to embarrass yourself, so you have to drag me along to be laughed at? In my opinion, you have some problems."

"Just come with me. I'll feel more confident if I have someone to look after me. Besides, it's not like...the people there don't really despise the poor and love the rich. You have talent and knowledge, so they won't look down on you. What's more, if they ask you to write a poem, you can do it, right?"

"Oh, you kid." Xia Lin tapped the table with his fingers: "In that case, then just go ahead. Okay, you can continue reading."

The young master does seem to have changed his temperament in the past few days. It may be that the one-day county magistrate experience card has stimulated him too much. People who have never been in a high position don’t have much concept of power. Many people think that they can do so and so with some money, but until they sit in that position, they realize that money is nothing compared to the gavel.

So he is really making great efforts now, and he must become that official. Otherwise, why do people say that you can never teach others, but you can teach people once. Before, the master of the Lin family only taught a super strong, rebellious and dandy young master, but Xia Lin only took one day to teach him what it means to be a real superior person.

And he was just a county magistrate, a county magistrate!
While they were sitting opposite each other in the pavilion, the master of the Lin family came several times and had people bring them fruits, meals and tea. He took care of them meticulously. He even peeked out from behind the screen several times to secretly look at his son to see if he was just pretending.

But this time the young master was determined to take the college entrance examination, so every time he looked at him, he could only see a son who was concentrating on his studies.

At dinner time, the young master finally said to his father, "I want to go to Yingchun Tower with my tutor tonight. Many students are gathering there today."

"You must go. I have heard about this. It is said that the students from Xiaoxiang gathered there to pledge to go to Beijing. You must go." Master Lin said seriously: "You should take a good look at those high-spirited talents so that you can set an example for yourself."

"Oh, I see, I see." The young master waved his hand: "Then I will leave now."

"I'll get you some silver later!" The Lin family's master chased after him for two steps: "Don't embarrass yourself."

"It's shameful to take silver!"

The young master's voice gradually faded away. The old master of the Lin family stood at the door and sighed softly. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said to his wife: "The child has grown up after all."

"In my opinion, the master he hired is the best. Have you found out where he is from? His accent doesn't sound like he's from here."

"It is said that he is a foreigner who eloped with a wealthy family. His wife is so beautiful, and he is so knowledgeable and talented. Looking at his appearance, I guess he is not from an ordinary family. He may really be the young scion of two wealthy families."

"Ah... this is a really rich family, it's different. If my son can become an official, our family will also rise. When the time comes, you can give more benefits to the teacher and ask him to teach Ming'er more things."

"What do you know, woman? If the husband gets along well with Ming'er, he will teach him more. If Ming'er doesn't like him, he will definitely not do it. This matter still depends on my son's luck."

"It's fate, it's fate, you say everything is fate, isn't it just a few things that are stingy, those things that you can't bring with you when you are born and can't take with you when you die, do you value them so much? You don't understand the principle that more gifts are less blamed. Go see if there are any elegant things at home and give some to the gentleman. Oh... just take some, it won't cost much! This is for the children."

"Okay, okay, I'll go find it, you old woman."

The young master met Xia Lin at the intersection ahead. The main reason was that Xia Lin didn't like eating at other people's homes, and Narcissus had prepared meals for him at home. In terms of delicious food, the chefs of this rich family couldn't compare to professionals like Narcissus. Royal Selection is awesome!
"I'm going to meet someone in trouble later, so you have to help me out."

The young master was always worried. At this moment, his inferiority complex reached its peak and he placed almost all his hopes on Xia Lin.

Xia Lin naturally didn't care. He spread out his fan and pointed forward with a smile: "Lead the way."

The two came to the Yingchun Tower, which is the main store in Changsha City. Behind it is a building called Yuelu Tower, from which Yuelu Mountain can be seen in the distance. This building is said to have a history of more than 300 years. It echoes the Yueyang Tower, one of the three famous towers in Jiangnan, and has become a Feng Shui tower in the Xiaoxiang area.

The two of them arrived at Yingchun Tower, and the servant at the door was looking at the invitation letter. Only then did the young master realize that this place was admission by invitation only.

This time he backed out and tugged at Xia Lin's sleeve: "Why don't we go back? I'll treat you to a feast."

Xia Lin swung his arms, held his head high, and walked in, fanning himself. The servant at the door was about to stop him, but another one grabbed his arm and said, "Are you stupid? Look at his attitude. You don't even know the details of this person, and you dare to stop him? What if he is a high-ranking official? Will you still be alive?"

"But the way he's dressed..."

"The more he dresses like this, the more careful you should be. If he dresses like this, it's all right, but look at him, isn't he more arrogant than those scholars? How dare you stop him?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, the young master was shocked and thought, "Is this even possible?"

So he imitated Xia Lin and followed him in, but he was stopped...

"No, we were together with that guy just now. Why didn't you stop him instead of me?" The young master started to make a fuss outside: "I think you are tired of living."

"Haha, young master, don't worry. An important person is coming today, and we brothers can't do anything about it. It doesn't matter who you say is in the same group with. Besides, no one has said anything. I'm sorry, you can't come in without an invitation."

The young master was really furious at this moment. Seeing Chaoxiong was about to explode, he clenched his fists. At this moment, Xia Lin came back leisurely and stood in front of the servant at the door, frowning slightly: "What? You can't come in without an invitation? Fine, since you won't let him in, then I won't come in either. But if you get into trouble later, don't blame me for not warning you two."

At this moment, Xia Lin was very arrogant, and he slowly put away his fan. The two servants were a little panicked when they saw this. There happened to be no one else around, so the one who had just advised his companions bowed and said to the young master: "Alas, I am not very good at seeing. Please come in, please come in quickly. It was so dark that night that I couldn't see clearly that it was you two."

The young master was welcomed in with a lot of anger. Before they had taken two steps, another simpleton servant asked, "Hey? Do you know him?"

"I don't know them. Oh, you fool, if we let them in, the best we can blame is that there were too many people and we were not careful. But if we don't let them in, how do you know they are not the big shots? You want to sell this, but we need to have good eyesight to do this job."

After listening to this, the young master turned around and looked at Xia Lin, who laughed: "Everything in the world is a form of cultivation."

When they arrived upstairs, they found that the place was already full of distinguished guests, and naturally, there was a lot of drinking and chatting. The two of them found a random table and sat down. Not far away, there was a beautiful woman in purple clothes leaning against the fence and looking at the beautiful scenery of Changsha City.

"She's so pretty."

The young master stared at the purple-clothed girl's back and sniffed, while Xia Lin just poured himself a glass of wine and said with a smile: "You have to scold someone in person, let alone praise them. Go, praise her in front of her, and then come back after you've praised her."

"This... this is not good."

"go with!"

The young master sniffed, not daring to disobey, and could only walk heavily to the side of the purple-clothed sister and whispered, "This female Bodhisattva, you are so beautiful."

The woman looked up at him, but she didn't blame him. She just smiled and said thank you. Before she finished her words, she stood up, limped to a nearby place, took a small cup and started drinking.

The young master looked at her back and retreated to Xia Lin: "Alas... It's a pity that such a beautiful sister is a cripple."

Xia Lin hit him on the head with his fan: "You are not allowed to speak or sigh. Other people's illness is not a reason for you to sigh and lament. It is not right to comment without knowing the whole picture. What does Zhuangzi say?"

"Zifeiyu, know the joy of fish?"

Xia Lin shook his head: "Everything is that, everything is this; if you look at that, you will not see it, but if you know it, you will know it."

At this moment, the woman suddenly turned around and looked at Xia Lin, then walked over with a look of surprise and sat in front of them: "I'm not born lame, I twisted my leg when I was going upstairs..."

(End of this chapter)