170 Sun Sicheng explains the truth
Chang Chunfeng was stunned.
His son said a lot, and many of them hit the mark.
In his heart, nothing is more important than a career in politics. A man should bring honor to his family.
As for the son, he may be treated harshly by his stepmother, but not too harshly. If it is too harsh, he will not forgive her. Every family has trivial matters.
As long as his parents are still alive, Dashun is the eldest son. Naturally, he has to serve them until they live. This is human nature and the common sense of family.
In the government's backyard, who doesn't pay their respects in the morning and evening? Why does it make me feel dizzy just thinking about this?
"Dad, besides, I spend most of my time with my master and won't stay with my mother at home for a long time. I still think the same way. I recognize both sides. Both sides are relatives. This is fate. No one will laugh at us. Who can guarantee that he and his children and grandchildren will have a smooth life? No one can.
The matter should be handled in a low-key manner. Neither family should speak ill of each other, and the son should not hurt his relationship with his parents. You and mother will always be my closest relatives. Please think about it carefully. I am going back now. "
"Dashun, don't you consider taking the imperial examination? You're so smart, maybe you'll get a third place."
Ping An was also speechless.
His teacher wants him to be the top scholar, and his father wants him to be the third scholar.
"Dad, I plan to take the county and prefectural exams when I'm ten, and the imperial examinations when I'm fourteen or fifteen. We'll talk about it later. Are you satisfied?"
Ping An never looked back, but waved his little hand behind him, thinking that was enough etiquette.
After his son left, Chang Chunfeng locked himself in the room for a long time without even having lunch. He went over every word his son said in his mind many times. He cried and thought about it, and cried again after thinking about it.
Qi Jiaojiao is really committing a sin.
Ping'an went directly to Baicaotang, and indeed, the master was reading in the back hall.
"Master, I just went to the inn and explained a lot of things to you. I think you should strike while the iron is hot and treat my father to dinner so that we can resolve the matter as soon as possible."
Sun Sicheng was watching intently and listening to his little disciple talking, he quickly raised his head and saw the little disciple pouting with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Ping An is here. Look, Master was planning to invite your father to dinner to discuss this matter. He can't stay here for too long. I have sent your uncle Ming to contact the escort agency or the caravan. Look, Master has done his best for him."
Ping An sighed, "Master, I am a father who is somewhat patriarchal and chauvinistic."
"What is male chauvinism? What is chauvinism? Ping An, there is nothing wrong with male supremacy. Men, of course, put the most important things first. Didn't the master leave your wife at home to take care of the elderly all year round?"
"Master, I think this is not good. In the future, I will only marry one wife, and we will be together for the rest of our lives. I will not have three wives and four concubines, nor will I abandon my wife and children in the backyard and ignore them. If this is the case, it is better not to get married to avoid hurting others."
Sun Sicheng pointed at Ping An with one hand and said, "Ping An, Master has taken note of your words. If you are indecisive in the future, I will slap you in the face with these words."
"Of course, of course I will. Master, do you want to learn medicine in the medical hall this afternoon?"
Sun Sicheng waved his hand and said, "Forget about these two days. It's not a good thing to have no time to study medicine. You went to the inn in the morning and do your homework at home in the afternoon, and supervise Awu at the same time.
Awu has found a master in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He will come with the escort agency next month. You can learn from him then. You still have to learn the six arts of a gentleman.
By the way, Ping An, have you seen your pony? It’s over two years old and can be ridden now.”
Ping An smiled and said, "I heard about it, but I haven't seen it yet. I've been busy these days and I just got back."
Sun Sicheng thought about it and realized that it was true. The horses were raised in another yard, which he had ordered Lao Ge to buy. Now that Wang Chun and the others were living there, the horses were naturally raised in their backyard, which was not far away anyway.
After Ping An left, he immediately asked Jixiang to send a invitation to Chang Chunfeng, asking him to meet at Juxuan Tower in the afternoon.
There is a stalemate between Chang Chunfeng and Wan Changsheng, and this deadlock can only be resolved by themselves. Fortunately, the former has the marriage with the Zhang family, which can ease the situation somewhat.
If Chang Chunfeng agreed to this, he could even ask his father to come and propose marriage on his behalf. The owner of Baicaotang had considerable reputation in the Great Zhou Dynasty, not to mention that he was a fifth-rank official. If a seventh-rank official wanted to ask his father to be a matchmaker under normal circumstances, Ye Men would have no chance.
He also tried his best for his little disciple.
But thinking about what Ping'an said just now, he laughed again. "You little bastard, if you don't keep your word in the future, I will beat you to a pulp."
Hehe, hehehehe.
When Ming Wanli came over, he saw his master enjoying himself to the fullest. He was about to leave, but unfortunately he had already made a sound and his master saw him.
The master looked really silly.
"My Lord, ..."
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Sun Sicheng entered the Juxuan Building in the afternoon, and he and Chang Chunfeng did not come out until dark. Both of them were drunk and were carried back to their rooms by others.
Ping'an and Awu were both extremely anxious. The two children asked someone to fetch some water, and one of them wiped their hands and the other wiped their feet, and they were busy having a lot of fun.
Sun Wen had already returned home. If he stayed here with Ming Wanli, he would probably laugh, and that would not be good.
Their eldest son may not be known to others, but several close people know it well. Although the eldest son cannot say that he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, he can drink a hundred cups without getting drunk. The person who can make him drunk may not have been born yet.
Of course, this statement is somewhat absolute. After all, there are always people better than you, but absolutes are rare.
Now that Ming Wanli has carried his master back home, he can’t just run away leaving the two children behind, right?
He could only watch the two children busy themselves. When they were sweating, the eldest master actually began to snore. He felt comfortable being served by his daughter and little apprentice.
"Awu, you go back and have some rest. I'll stay here tonight, otherwise I'll be worried. Uncle Ming, you go back and sleep too. The master should be fine after a good night's sleep."
Ming Wanli nodded: "Okay, Ah Chun and Ah Xia, you guys take the young lady back to the backyard."
The two older girls came over quickly, supporting Awu on both sides and walking away.
Ming Wanli soon returned to his room. Since the eldest master liked Master Ping'an, he let Master Ping'an accompany him.
Ping'an saw that it was still early, so he simply copied the medical book. There was no point in rushing about many things, and he could only ask the master tomorrow when he woke up.
If he guessed correctly, his biological father should have agreed to his master's request.
Of course, he would not be so self-indulgent as to think that his father was thinking only of him. That might be the case, but more likely he was thinking about the Zhang family.
A clean person is much better than carrying a burden with him.
Ping An laughed at himself.
Unexpectedly, he became a burden twice in his life. Once he became one, but this time, because of his insistence, he was at best half a burden.
In this case, it doesn’t matter. You have to walk your own path and hold your own destiny. Nothing else matters.
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