The three of them left the bookstore.

Fu Ciyi grabbed her hand and placed the silver ingot in her hand.

"Put it in your pocket."

Yan Funing asked in surprise, "Ten books are worth ten taels this time?"

Fu Ciyi said calmly: "Yes, because there are too many words."

Only then did Li Xinheng deeply understand that smart people know how to make money.

He could count on his five fingers the number of times he had seen ten-liang silver ingots in his entire life. Afraid someone might see him and get jealous, he quickly stood in front of Yan Funing, using his burly body to shield her from the sight.

After Yan Funing put the silver ingot away, Fu Ciyi patted Li Xinheng on the shoulder.

The three of them returned to the restaurant.

Inside the private room, the waiter quietly ordered: "I'd like two servings of pig intestines and three servings of braised chicken feet. Don't shout when the food is served."

Feng Waiter didn't understand: "We always announce the names of dishes when we serve them."

The pavilion chief pointed at his forehead and said, "Young man, don't be so rude. Who am I?"

"Tingzhang."

"Is there any pavilion chief who likes to eat pig intestines and chicken feet?"

Feng was about to say no, but when he saw the person in front of him, he changed his words and said, "Yes, you are, aren't you?"

The pavilion chief smiled and said, "As long as you know your limits, please serve the food quickly."

"Okay!" Feng threw the cotton towel on his shoulder and shouted, "In the private room, pig..."

He forced himself to hold back the last few words.

Fearing that the waiter would hit him, Feng shrank his neck and hurried out of the private room.

When he looked up, he saw Yan Funing coming back. He hurriedly called out to Liu Song who had just left the accounting office: "Boss, the young boss is back."

When Liu Song saw Yan Funing, his anger dissipated a lot: "My daughter is here?"

"Uncle, my husband is free today. He can help me write the nameplates for the dishes." Yan Funing smiled sweetly and reached out to pull Fu Ciyi's sleeve.

Liu Song glanced at his son who was now bowing his head, and greeted Yan Funing with a smile: "Okay."

When she turned around and saw the cold Fu Ciyi, her smile suddenly shrank by half.

Thinking that he was Yan Funing's husband after all, and that he was here to help the restaurant, Liu Song raised his hand to invite him: "The pen and ink are ready, and the blank sign has been made by the carpenter. I am just waiting for you to write."

Li Xinheng interrupted: "My son is no longer a teacher, so the shopkeeper can change his title."

"Oh, what's going on?" Liu Song became curious.

"My son is handsome, and the daughter of the village headman fell in love with him. She insisted that he marry her. He refused, so he was fired as the village schoolmaster." Li Xinheng complained, "Boss, tell me what happened."

Liu Song was furious when he heard this: "Young Master, you already have a wife. How can you abandon her after having an affair with her?"

If Leng Bingbing marries the daughter of the village head, where will Yan Funing be placed?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Then he thought that this fellow had rejected the daughter of the village head, which meant that he was worthy of Yan Funing. He immediately gave him a slightly better look: "Young Master, you did the right thing. It's not a big deal if you are not qualified to be a teacher in a small village school."

Fu Ciyi's expression remained cold throughout the whole conversation, as if what they were chatting about had nothing to do with him.

He only asked Yan Funing: "What names of dishes and drinks do you need to write down?"

Yan Funing pulled out a piece of paper from under the bill at the corner of the counter: "Here, it's all on it."

Fu Ciyi raised his hand, lifted his sleeve, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

The lobby suddenly became quiet.

The waiters gathered around first, and then the guests in the lobby followed suit.

Fu Ciyi looked solemn and cold when he was writing, and there was an invisible aura around him that made people present dare not speak easily.

The waiter in the private room waited and waited, but the pig intestines were not served, and the lobby, which was originally bustling, became unusually quiet, so he walked out of the room.

There were many people gathered in three layers around the counter.

Driven by curiosity, he squeezed over.

When people saw that it was the pavilion chief coming, they all made way for him.

The pavilion chief saw the words on the sign at a glance and nodded, raising his index finger to point: "Fu Ciyi, the top scholar in Ling County, is indeed worthy of his reputation and has a good handwriting!"

Only then did the people present, including Liu Songcai, realize that the young man in front of them was the top scholar in the county.

Everyone applauded and showed respect.

Liu Chengwen looked up at the ceiling and complained in his heart, it’s just the first place in the scholar exam, he can also pass the scholar exam.

Fu Ciyi finished writing the last sign and nodded to the pavilion chief.

The pavilion chief said again: "You are a talented person. I am very optimistic about you in this autumn's imperial examination."

Fu Ciyi put down his pen and bowed, "Thank you, Pavilion Master."

The head of the pavilion carefully examined the words on the sign and said seriously, "Our Qingshan Academy needs talents like you. If you can come to the academy, Qingshan will surely produce many more scholars."

Liu Chengwen, who had been standing quietly by the side, was dissatisfied: "What does the pavilion chief mean?"

The pavilion chief laughed out loud and said, "I would like to invite Fu Ciyi to come to Qingshan Academy to be a teacher and teach students how to take the exam for the scholar degree."

It is not easy to pass the examination and become a scholar.

Those who can pass the examination and become a scholar can bring honor to their family.

This cold young man before him was the first in Ling County and must have a lot of valuable experience. Thinking of this, Liu Song praised: "Tingzhang has good vision."

The pavilion chief looked at Fu Ciyi with a smile: "Do you agree?"

Fu Ciyi thought that as a man, he should take on the responsibility of supporting the family, so he agreed immediately.

The head of the pavilion introduced: "Qingshan School is the only formal school in Qingshan Town. The students here come from various village schools and are all over fifteen years old."

The pavilion chief introduced himself again: "I am a humble person. I am the pavilion chief of Qingshan Town and also the honorary principal of Qingshan Academy. Today, I specially invite Fu Ciyi to be the teacher of Qingshan Academy."

Bow when speaking.

Fu Ciyi raised his hand in return.

"Because the students are already quite old, some of them skip classes." As he spoke, the headmaster pointed at Liu Chengwen standing in the corner. "For example, Liu Chengwen often goes out to buy food. I hope the teacher can teach them a lesson in the future."

Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly. It turned out that he was Liu Song's son, Liu Chengwen.

In this way, Fu Ciyi suddenly became Liu Chengwen's teacher.

Li Xinheng said happily: "Good, my son has become a teacher again."

Suddenly, the guard laughed out loud: "If I remember correctly, the teacher is nineteen this year. Liu Chengwen has taken the examination for the title of scholar several times, so he must be twenty this year."

After these words were spoken, Liu Chengwen lost face.

He was dissatisfied that Fu Ciyi was more handsome than him and had better handwriting than him.

He was even more displeased when he learned that this person was the first in the scholar exam.

Now he knew that this person was one year younger than him but had become his teacher, which made him extremely depressed.

I immediately lost the mood to eat lunch.

"Dad, I don't want to eat anymore." He walked out of the restaurant.

Liu Song thought his son was good in every way except academics.

He had just lectured his son on the subject of learning in the accounting office, and now seeing his son looking like a hopeless case, he felt angry.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat." Liu Song looked at Yan Funing, "My daughter, let's eat." He turned his eyes to Fu Ciyi, "Master, eat together."

From now on, Leng Bingbing will be his son's teacher, and he actually likes him.

The guard walked over to Feng the waiter and asked quietly, "Where are my dishes?"

Feng slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, pig intestines!"