Film and TV: Starting from the Night Watchman of Dafeng

Chapter 28 This is not my unbearable past, but my journey back
'Since I was five years old, my life has been in the hands of others.'

"I am of humble origin and have difficulty in learning. Others can understand the classics of the saints by reading them for a few days, but even if I study hard ten times, it will not be enough."

"From the coldest days of winter to the scorching heat of summer, I rise at cockcrow and rest at sunset. At first, I may resist and slack off, but the more I understand, the more I realize I have no choice but to study hard."

"I've never considered what these people are planning, or what they're trying to do with me. I only know that if I let my guard down for even a moment, the poison will gnaw at my internal organs. If I let my guard down for even a day, I'll experience the feeling of death."

"I don't hide these experiences, nor do I talk about them. If someone asks me, I will tell them the truth. I don't care what others think of this experience, and I will never be ashamed of it."

"Your Highness, this is not my shameful past, this is the path I've come from."

"... "

Moon-Lan Hall

Huaiqing held a book on military strategy in his hand, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

...

Haoqi Building

Wei Yuan paused, slowly put down the book in his hand, looked at Wei An, and asked, "What do you want the money for?"

"Of course I will use it, uncle." Wei An's smile was a little flattering.

Wei Yuan said nothing and continued to look at him.

"Well, isn't this for the purpose of reaching the third rank?" Wei An said with a wry smile.

Wei Yuan sighed. With his energy cultivation skills and iron-blooded character, few things could shake his emotions.

"I finally understand. You come to me to eat, take things, and spend money." He said with a smile.

Smiling is dangerous.

Wei An's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly tried to awaken a trace of affection in this military god of Dafeng. "Uncle, you are my biological uncle, blood is thicker than water."

Wei Yuan didn't say anything and just kept looking at him.

"Cousin, cousin, so what if my uncle gives his nephew some small money?" Wei An corrected himself.

"Okay, how much do you want?" Wei Yuan flicked his sleeves lightly, put his hands in front of his abdomen, and asked.

"It's not much, just one hundred or eighty taels will be enough." Wei An said with a smile.

"Silver?" Wei Yuan tilted his head slightly and asked.

"Uncle can give me gold."

Wei Yuan smiled and called out, "Qianrou."

Wei An's smile froze, "Uncle, why did you call Nangong Jinluo?"

"Let him send you back to the academy. It will cost one hundred and eighty taels for miscellaneous items. I can't afford it here. Ask your teacher to support you." Wei Yuan said lightly.

"No, uncle, everything can be negotiated. I'll raise the price, raise the price!" Wei Anlian said.

Wei Yuan didn't know whether he understood very quickly or was expecting him to say this. "How much?"

"Me...three?" Wei An held up three fingers.

Wei Yuan glanced at him and then lowered his eyes.

"Five! No more, and you have to cover all the expenses for my rice experiment." Wei An gritted his teeth.

In fact, he didn't know the market value of the Confucian technique of fortune-telling.

But from my uncle's attitude, I can tell it's not cheap.

Wei Yuan raised his head, his eyes devoid of affection, only the cold indifference of bargaining, "Eight. Just let me cover your expenses."

"Row!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed in dragging the shadow.

"Godfather." Nangong Qianrou clasped her fists, looking ready to attack at any time.

"Take him to the treasury to withdraw money. It will be paid from my share. There is no upper limit." Wei Yuan said without raising his head.

Nangong Qianrou's face flashed with surprise. What did her adoptive father think of this kid...

He immediately responded, "Yes."

"Uncle, please assign some more people to me. I am just a weak scholar who can't even tie a chicken. I am carrying a lot of money through the market. I am afraid that thieves will target me. I need someone to protect me." Wei An said.

"You are a fourth-rank gentleman. It would be bad luck for a thief to run into you." Nangong Qianrou said with a sour look on her face.

"Then... protect the silver and money well." Wei An changed his words.

"This is the time when we need people. Let's talk about it in a few days. You should pay more attention to yourself. Also, rice can't be planted until March at the earliest." Wei Yuan said.

His last sentence is the key point.

Wei An smiled when his little thought was pointed out, "I'll follow my uncle's arrangements."

"Um."…

The next day, early in the morning

"call!"

"Oh!"

"... "

There were muffled sounds and whistling sounds.

"Mr. Wei, this person is looking for you."

Wei An, dressed in shorts, stopped and looked towards the gate.

A Tongluo, with Yan Pu standing behind him, looking a little timid.

"Thank you."

Wei An nodded to the man with the bronze gong and waved to Yan Pu.

Tongluo clasped his hands and left.

Yan Pu looked in cautiously.

"Does the young master really live in the night watchman's office?" Even though he saw it with his own eyes, Yan Pu still couldn't believe it.

"I've said before that my uncle is Duke Wei." Wei An invited him into the house to sit for a while, but the latter insisted on waiting in the yard.

"Okay, then you sit for a while, I'll finish soon."

Wei An continued to practice his boxing stance for a while.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he came out with a bulging purse in his hands.

Seeing what he held in his hand, Yan Pu was obviously relieved.

"How could I lie to you? What do you think? Should we buy the colored glaze first, or rent the land first?" Wei An asked with a smile.

"Liuli." Yan Pu said decisively.

"Okay, which shop?"

"Sir, don't be ridiculous. When it comes to colored glass, who in the capital can compare to our Si Tian Jian?"

...

now
Outside the majestic and magnificent Yamato-den, many people were standing on the white marble steps.

The sun was rising higher and the court meeting was halfway through.

Sitting on the golden throne, Emperor Yuan Jing, wearing a dragon robe, had an indifferent expression, and the detached look between his brows showed that he was already a Taoist monk.

"Your Majesty, I have this memorial."

In the hall, a man stepped out from the literary troupe in two rows, holding a tablet in both hands and bowing.

He is the Minister of Rites, Zhu Lan.

"What do you have to report?" Emperor Yuan Jing's voice was calm, as if it was just a routine matter.

"Your Majesty, I have heard that a student named Wei An from Yunlu defeated three students from the Imperial Academy in a debate at the polo field outside Taiming Lake. His words were thought-provoking, enlightening, and enlightening. I congratulate Your Majesty. This is the fruit of Your Majesty's cultural governance and education, leading to the revival of Confucianism!"

Zhu Lan spoke passionately and looked excited, as if he was really congratulating the emperor.

Pooh!
Those who follow the wind and flatter and serve others!
The officials in the hall who were unaware of the situation cursed inwardly.

Even though they were cursing, they were all quietly waiting for Emperor Yuan Jing's reaction.

As long as Emperor Yuan Jing has any positive feedback, they will be the next to go up and congratulate him.

"Your Majesty, I also have a memorial to make."

However, before Emperor Yuan Jing could get a response, another person appeared in the literary class. His uniform was subtly different from that of a civil official, and it could be determined that this person was the Inspector-General.

Inspector Censor?

Cai You!

The old foxes all smelled something wrong.

He glanced at the core members of his own party.

For example, the Prime Minister Wang Zhenwen.

At an angle where no one noticed, Sun Min raised the corners of his mouth, then quickly smoothed them down.

"What do you have to say?" Emperor Yuan Jing's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Your Majesty, there are rumors that Wei An is a spy of the Wushen Cult. To be on the safe side, I think we should immediately order the officials to arrest this man and interrogate him thoroughly!" Cai You said.

(End of this chapter)