A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 150 Madam Gu (Update )
Not long after Fan Xian and others had their night talk, Dean Fan Zhongyan came to look for them.

See if he comes back.

Fan Zhongyan called Fan Xian out and asked him why he came back so late.
In order not to disturb other students' sleep, the call was made from a distance, but Fan Xiang's roommates were still a little worried.

If the dean disagrees, then when I study at night, I will have to rely on the candles distributed by the academy, but they are not enough.

"What did you do?"

Fan Xian did not dare to hide anything from Fan Zhongyan and told him everything.

Including the Qinglong mutual aid study group formed by Song Xuan.

Fan Zhongyan certainly knew that Song Xuan's lottery tickets were selling like hot cakes and he had no shortage of money for candles.

But he didn't take people directly to his house to study.

Instead, in order to save face for his classmates, he took them to the temple to get some food and candles, and deliberately found a way out.

Fan Zhongyan felt that no one in the entire Yingtian Academy was more shameless than Song Xuan. His life in Lema Town over the years must have been extraordinary.

Otherwise, most people don’t have this experience and wouldn’t be able to come up with such a trick.

In fact, when Fan Zhongyan was studying hard in the temple, he ate porridge.

I bought that with my own money, and at most I borrowed some firewood from the temple.

In fact, going to the temple to study also has the meaning of tempering one's own will in the so-called Confucian thought of exhausting one's muscles and bones.

As a result, the student I valued was a white girlfriend.

Sure enough, the blue is better than the blue.

Not only did he eat other people's food and candles, he also asked the people in the temple to tell him to go more often.

Fan Zhongyan thought that the welcoming monk was probably being polite, but given Song Xuan's temperament, he would definitely take advantage of the situation.

Not only do you have to go there yourself, you also have to bring your classmates with you to get more rubbish!
Fan Xiang looked cautiously at his "relative" from five hundred years ago.

If he were reprimanded by the dean, he really didn't know what to do in the future.

But he had a desire to make progress, and even if he had so much money to buy candles, he would not be willing to do such a thing.

But I am really short of money, so I can only follow the old way of drilling a hole in the wall to steal light.

"That's all."

Fan Zhongyan waved his hand:

"It's late. Go back and rest. Try to make good use of the daylight."

"Hey."

Fan Xian responded and stood still again.

"how?"

"Dean, I know Song Twelve doesn't need the money for the candles, but he's still willing to take me to find a place to study at night. If the dean wants to punish me, then punish me alone."

"Why should I punish you?"

Fan Zhongyan found it a little funny, and it wasn't a bad thing.

Song Xuan is a person who can take care of other people's emotions.

According to his personality, he could have just waved his hand and provided him with enough candles, so you just come.

But this is a bit weird.

Perhaps the incident with Han Zhixuan taught him a big lesson.

Especially when it comes to treating classmates, we must never treat them the same way as those who make a living on the streets.

After all, these students have consciously studied for several years and have already entered the circle of "scholars and officials", so they still care more about "face".

Fan Zhongyan also experienced this kind of thing during his student days.

I can understand the "weird feeling of wanting to save face" in the hearts of many scholars.

After all, in the Song Dynasty, being well-educated naturally makes one superior to others!

Fan Zhongyan patted Fan Xian on the shoulder:

"I know you have a keen heart for learning. I will quickly find a way to raise funds to provide you with sufficient candles so that you can study peacefully in the academy. I will pretend I don't know about this matter."

Fan Xiang was overjoyed and said quickly:

"Thank you, Dean."

"Go back to sleep."

Fan Zhongyan knew that Bao Zheng and Song Xuan were acquaintances, so he was not too worried about his departure.

Only Fan Xiang came from Shaanxi Road, and the only people he knew in Songcheng were a few fellow villagers.

Since he didn't come back for a long time at night, Fan Zhongyan had to ask him about it.

Because when he was studying at Yingtian Academy, a student died because he did not return home at night.

Fan Zhongyan stood under the night sky and felt like laughing.

You, Song Twelve, are really good at finding a place!
Lingtai Temple is very popular, so there must be no shortage of money for candles.

They keep it lit all night anyway, so why not give it to my students?

The issue of the examination has always been on the minds of students in the academy.

Many people want to study every minute and strive to pass the exam this year.

Although there will be a pre-examination next year, the pressure will be greater. Once you pass it, you will need to take part in the provincial examination and the palace examination in succession, and that's if you're lucky.

Candidates simply don't have much time to cope with the successive, more stressful exams.

During the break, Fan Xiang came over to ask Song Xuan.

Several of his roommates from the same hometown also want to go to the temple with Shi Erlang to study at night. I wonder if they can agree?
Hearing Fan Xiang's question, and seeing the anticipation in his eyes, Song Xuan couldn't help but smile:

"Brother Fan, Lingtai Temple is right there. It can't run away."

"Asking me if they can go is obviously wishful thinking."

"Go if you want."

"Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xiang laughed a few times, indicating that he understood.

Although he agreed to ask this question for his fellow townsman, he did not say anything about recruiting new people.

The members of their Qinglong Mutual Aid Study Group were all from Class A. If they rashly brought in other classes, problems would easily arise due to the large number of people. Fan Xiang understood this principle.

"Thank you, Twelve Lang."

During the break, Fan Xiang returned to the dormitory and reported the news to his fellow villagers.

"Twelfth brother, are we still going today?" Zhang Fangping asked.

"No, let's talk about it another day."

"it is good."

sunset.

Gu's sister-in-law was still sitting in the dining hall of Lingtai Temple, eating her vegetarian meal in small bites. She didn't know why she wanted to talk to Song Xuan.

This young doctor speaks really nicely.

She learned Song Xuan's name from the little monk. It turned out to be Song Twelve.

At home, she often heard her husband mentioning Song Twelve's name because he had killed his old mentor.

She even put on a show and openly severed ties with the Dou family for this, but she saw her husband burning incense and offering sacrifices in the study every day.

Previously, Mrs. Gu thought that Song Xuan had gone too far, but after not listening to her husband's family, she asked other people about Song Xuan's situation and found out that the situation was not what her husband had described.

It was obviously that old dog Dou Chou who coveted Song Twelve's beauty and talent!

It's just hate out of love.

Mrs. Gu was thinking so when she heard some cheerful conversations coming from outside the room. They were saying that the vegetarian food in Lingtai Temple was famous for being delicious and that you had come here.

The people who flashed in were students from Yingtian Academy. Mrs. Gu was sure that they were all wearing the same clothes.

She had been looking forward to Mr. Song's arrival, but now Mrs. Gu felt a little hesitant.

How should I say a few words to the young man?

After all, she is already married to someone else.

But soon Mrs. Gu's heart was hanging because none of the eight or nine students who came in were Song Xuan's.

Shi Erlang runs a bookstore, and people from all over Song City are willing to go to him to buy lottery tickets. With such a prosperous business, how could he possibly come to Lingtai Temple to eat vegetarian meals every day!
This is the age when studying consumes a lot of energy.

Mrs. Gu suddenly felt that the rhetoric that others had used about the unique vegetarian food at Lingtai Temple was a bit exaggerated.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

She picked up her chopsticks and took a small bite.

"What Twelve Lang said is really true!"

Just when she was feeling depressed, Mrs. Gu, who caught the three words "Shierlang", raised her head and pricked up her ears to listen.

"This vegetarian meal tastes excellent."

"Wait." Fan Xiang suddenly stretched out his chopsticks to stop him.

"Don't eat the sour radish."

"What do you mean?"

Fan Xian put most of the sour radish into his bowl with a serious look on his face, then he couldn't help laughing and said:

"I learned this from Shi Er Lang. This pickled radish is delicious, but I only give you two plates, so I'll let you guys not eat any first so I can eat more."

After saying this, Fan Xiang couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahaha."

So this is how Song Twelve felt at that time!
Fan Xiang felt it truly.

"You are such a good fellow, Fan Xiang! You don't want to learn the good things from Shi Er Lang, but instead you try to learn his bad things. Everyone, hurry up and grab what's in his bowl."

Several fellow villagers laughed together.

Mrs. Gu couldn't help but smile when she heard it.

She really didn't have the courage to ask them whether Song Xuan would come again.

So after Fan Xian and the others went to the main hall to study with candles, Mrs. Gu also got up and walked home along the street.

The streets are still bustling with activity.

Especially at night when the temperature drops, many people like to visit the night market.

While strolling around, Mrs. Gu stopped in front of the Twelve Bookstores.

At this time, there was a beggar outside the door fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. There was a teapot next to him, looking at the people passing by.

Of course, there are a few beggars further away, and they all hope to receive a few cents in alms to exchange for a lottery ticket, so that they have a chance to win a prize.

Mrs. Gu walked in and saw an ugly man guarding the strange device. She subconsciously moved away.

When he walked to the counter, he didn't look like Song Xuan.

"Young lady, would you like to buy the Journey to the West or the Records of the Stone?"

He San asked quickly with a smile on his face.

"Never heard of The Story of the Stone?"

"Well, it's new. My master said it's for taking care of the young ladies and also to relieve their boredom."

This Dream of the Red Chamber was originally written by Song Xuan to coax Miss Lei.

This version has been around for a long time, and it is now more convenient to copy it.

"Then buy one and see."

Hearing the young lady in front of him agree, He San quickly smiled and said:

"Let me know, young lady, this book has five chapters out at once. If you want to buy them all, it only costs ten cents, and you can get five numbers for free."

"Ah."

Mrs. Gu took out ten cents from her purse and started dialing numbers randomly.

At this moment, Song Xuan walked into the hall with two small melons in his hands.

Madam Gu was looking around boredly when she saw Song Xuan rushing out from behind. She shouted in surprise:

"But Twelve Lang is here?"

When Song Xuan heard this, he took a glance and found that it was the wife of Gu Zimo, the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture, so he stopped abruptly.

"Da Lei, hey, Xianggua, sister-in-law, we meet again."

"I won't say this when I see my sister-in-law."

After Song Xuan stumbled over his words, he took the initiative to step forward:

"Sister-in-law, please try my little melon, freshly fished out of the well. It's very refreshing."

As for the old beggar master, he had hot tea, but if he was given cold cantaloupe to eat, he would definitely get a stomachache.

Although this melon was originally prepared for him.

Mrs. Gu took the melon with some surprise.

She casually took the lottery ticket and booklet that He San gave her and walked to a table where she could stand and read.

"Why is my sister-in-law thinking about buying this lottery ticket? Is she short of money at home?"

"I heard your bookstore sells a booklet called The Story of the Stone. The other ladies said it was very interesting, so I bought it to take a look."

A woman can lie without batting an eyelid.

"Hi." Song Xuan waved his hand casually:

"If you want to read it in the future, I have an advance copy here. You don't have to wait for the new chapters to be released before buying it. Just ask your brother."

Mrs. Gu stared at Song Xuan with a smile on her face.

Although she knew that Song Xuan was just being polite, she still felt a little sweet in her heart.

She is much better than her husband who doesn't care about her at all.

Mrs. Gu didn't know how to respond, so she wanted to taste the melon that Song Twelve gave her, but she felt a little reserved.

So Song Xuan broke the melon in his hand and handed it to Madam Gu:
"I forgot my sister-in-law has a small mouth. Next time she comes, I'll cut it into dices for you."

Madam Gu covered her mouth and smiled, thinking that Song Xuan's words were interesting:
"You're just good at coaxing people. Why don't you do it now? It won't take you any longer anyway."

"Actually, the kitchen knife at home was used to chop garlic today, so it easily mixed the flavors. Tomorrow I'll have someone buy a small knife specifically for my sister to use for dicing fruits and vegetables, so that it doesn't mix with other flavors."

Mrs. Gu had a smile on her face.

She confirmed that Song Xuan had glanced at her chest several times just now.

So she was a little surprised.

Because the literati traditionally like women with small breasts, the wives of those officials are also proud of this.

But this was her nature, and she was angry about it for a long time.

Sometimes she even had to bind her chest tightly to please her husband.

But she still couldn't please her husband.

So Mrs. Gu was a little unsure whether Song Xuan was looking at her slightly large breasts.

"Shi Er Lang will coax me."

Madam Gu opened her mouth slightly and bit half of the cantaloupe:

"It's sweet."

Song Xuan didn't know whether Mrs. Gu did it on purpose or accidentally came to the family bookstore, and he couldn't figure out her purpose for a moment.

So Song Xuan was polite in his words and admired Da Lei.

Otherwise, it would be better to be a little more relaxed after getting married.

Song Xuan definitely has no intention of following in Boss Cao's footsteps, but he is really a rookie at the moment.

This kind of thing can only be controlled by the brothers, and the second brother's opinion should be listened to.

Especially after studying those messy poems, one needs to relax his body and mind.

At present, Song Xuan had no intention of going to a brothel to have fun. Since a female Bodhisattva came to his house, he had to entertain her warmly.

So Mrs. Gu deliberately stretched a little, revealing a hint of spring.

She saw that Song Xuan didn't even move his eyes.

Especially since Shi Erlang was taller than him, he could see where he was looking just by looking up.

Mrs. Gu was convinced that Shi Erlang liked big ones!
(End of this chapter)