Mr. Dong Lai set the date for this literary gathering for twenty days later.
This time is enough to deliver the 47 letters.
And guarantee that the gift will be delivered to the recipient.
After sending the letter home, the servant asked, "Master, where is the venue for the disciple-recruiting banquet?"
"I seem to have a junior nephew who is currently in Nanyang. Let him take care of the arrangements."
Mr. Dong Lai said with a chuckle, "Also, tell everyone that this is a literary gathering, and don't mention taking in a disciple. When the time comes, I will announce it in public at the literary gathering, to achieve a stunning effect that will astound everyone."
"Let my good disciple have a chance to shine!"
The servant was speechless. He thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "Your nephew's surname seems to be Qi, and he works in the Inspectorate."
"Now, because of the investigation of Zhao Zhi's case, I have been appointed as an imperial envoy to heaven, and I am currently living in the Nanyang prefectural government office."
In addition to Zhou Yong and Li Duan, the cabinet minister Zheng Xiasheng also has two direct disciples.
There is also a group of worthless registered disciples.
I think this Imperial Envoy Qi should be one of the worthless registered disciples of the Grand Lord... uh, an even less worthless disciple.
Mr. Donglai waved his hands and showed no concern.
He only cares about his own good disciples.
It was evening.
He even stood outside the gate of the yard, looking forward to it, and when he saw Cui Xian coming back, he immediately smiled.
Cui Xian walked over with a smile and bowed to him: "Old sir."
It is difficult to change your mind since you haven't become my disciple yet.
Mr. Donglai responded with a smile, wanting to say a few more words to his young apprentice to get to know each other better. But he was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know where to start.
The two of them are in the classroom, and the friendship between master and apprentice is hidden in the school.
But in fact, they are not familiar with each other yet!
Seeing the teacher like this, Cui Xian knew what he was talking about, so he asked with a smile, "Old gentleman, do you like to drink?"
Mr. Dong Lai nodded hurriedly: "Of course I like it."
But after thinking about it, Cui Xian's family seemed to be very poor, he said: "I have a quirk. I don't like to drink expensive wine. I only like to drink cheap sake."
Cui Xian blinked, opened the bookcase, took out a bulging purse, and said proudly: "Cheap wine tastes inferior and is not good."
"With this kid here, I guarantee that the old gentleman will have good wine to drink! How about sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"
Mr. Donglai was so pleased with these words that he smiled happily and said "good" several times.
Then he coughed lightly and hinted, "Keep the day after the twentieth day free. There is a literary gathering of no significance that needs your participation."
"Although it's not very interesting, you still need to wear new clothes. Master... Ahem, I'll have someone make a few sets for you. You can pick the one you like and wear it."
"I will find a time recently to go to your house and meet your family members and give an explanation."
Cui Xian smiled and nodded: "Okay."
A dozen days passed in a flash.
During this period, Mr. Dong Lai would wait at the door every morning and evening.
Cui Xian would bring him a pot of osmanthus wine every now and then.
As they interacted with each other, they became familiar with each other.
Cui Xian also learned that Mr. Donglai was currently alone, traveling around the world, with only an old servant named Luo as his companion.
The master and disciple developed a loving relationship.
They had no idea that the entire Daliang Dynasty's scholars, high-ranking officials and nobles were in chaos because of them.
At the age of knowing the destiny, the great Confucian scholar Zhou Yong accepted his first disciple in his life.
And proudly said: I am also the last disciple!
It can be seen how satisfied Zhou Yong was with this disciple.
For a while.
Both the circle of famous scholars and the circle of high-ranking officials were shaken.
"This old fellow Zhou Yong has very high standards. He wrote a letter to show off, which shows that the disciple is definitely not an ordinary person. So, prepare a generous gift and send it to Nanyang by express horse!"
"I have a feeling that his disciple will follow Zhou Yong's old path and open a debate forest."
"Humph! Twenty years ago, I lost to Zhou Yong. Twenty years later, my disciples must defeat his disciples!"
"I heard that Lord Zheng is privately very satisfied with Zhou Yong, his last disciple."
"A disciple of a great scholar, a disciple of the cabinet minister. This kid has stirred up the officialdom with his own strength."
"Prepare gifts, prepare generous gifts! We must send the gifts to Nanyang before the day of Zhou Yong's disciple-recruiting banquet!"
It is true that Zhou Yong only sent out 47 letters.
However, there are definitely more than 47 companies coming to Nanyang to give gifts!
These letters, no matter where they are sent.
That same day, a fast horse carrying gifts was sent to Nanyang.
The two capitals of Daliang and thirteen provinces were shaken.
No matter what you think in your heart, for the sake of face, you must send kindness and blessings to this disciple of a great scholar who is about to emerge!
And as time goes by.
Nanyang City also began to become lively.
Led by the King of Nanyang and the Imperial Commissioner Qi, and accompanied by the county magistrate and the prefect, a literary gathering was held at the King of Nanyang's Palace, and Mr. Dong Lai was specially invited to attend!
The King of Nanyang seemed to be a prince, but in fact he had no real power and was just one of the many worthless princes in the world.
Now it plays the role of a 'mascot'.
It doesn't matter.
What’s more important is that the small city of Nanyang hasn’t been this lively for many years!
Not to mention that Mr. Dong Lai is also attending this literary gathering!
The style is straight to the max.
The entire Nanyang literary circle was in an uproar, and even scholars from neighboring counties rushed there overnight.
What if I'm lucky enough to be noticed by Mr. Dong Lai and be accepted as his apprentice?
Therefore, the closer it got to the literary gathering, the more lively Nanyang County became, and many inns were fully booked.
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