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"Master, the new pen." The young man put the pen on the table with a smile on his face, "The shopkeeper Wu knew that you were an official, so he sent the best of this year."

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones of different materials, large and small, are lined up on the table. Even when the family was richest, Feng Yu put down the book in his hand and walked over to appreciate it carefully.

Feng Yu is one of the three scholars who have been appointed officials. He is young, twenty-five and sixty, and he doesn’t need to be a hobby. Some people don’t have a hobby. He holds a pen in his hand and keeps on doing it. Rubbing the penholder with his fingertips, he never thought he would have today.

Their Feng family is not a great big family. Other big families have hundreds of people at every turn, but they don’t have much money or power. The family is there, and others always have to give some face. It’s hard for them, and they don’t have many children, Feng Yu. He is the only son of his parents. There are seven older sisters above him. Although his parents also have brothers and sisters, they don't have many children.

People outside laughed and said that Feng had given birth to seven fairies.

His seven sisters are all married to scholars, and they try their best to get books from her husband's house to show him, hoping that one day he will read a famous book, and they will be able to make their rocker straight at the husband's house.

But Feng Yu never told his friends that if he studies just to be an official, he will not be so lofty.

People will say that he is utilitarian, can such a utilitarian person be a good official? The imperial court’s scientific examinations are also in vain, and no matter how literary talents ordinary students are, they will never be in their early days.

Over time, it seems that being an official has become a shame. How can you study to be an official? This reason is not decent! So they gathered together a group of unwilling scholars, and they all felt that if they studied for the sake of being an official, it would be too vulgar, and such an official would not be a good official.

Up to now, Feng Yu is still in a daze. He still remembers that day when he went to the literary meeting by himself.

Although the Feng family is not a big family in Pingjiang, it still has some reputation after decades of business. It was his uncle who was supposed to be invited, but the uncle fell ill—it was so coincidental that he didn’t think about it when he left. Happy for the uncle's just right illness.

Now think about it again, it should be my father's hands and feet.

He went to the poem meeting with confidence, and Feng Yu felt that it was too easy for him to suppress his former friends from looking up.

Even he didn’t put Song Shizhao in his eyes. In the eyes of these young talents, Song Shizhao was just a merchant. The merchants have been inferior since ancient times. Even if the Yuan Dynasty’s respect and inferiority raised the status of merchants, they saw it. , The merchants are all low-level.

But after seeing the real person, Feng Yu realized how narrow he was.

The term Yiye Biaomu seemed to be tailored for him.

Their self-righteous knowledge is like children's play in front of each other.

Feng Yu watched Song Shizhao smile there, not knowing why, his whole person was stiff, he thought that smile was a mockery, mocking them stupid.

It's like a tiger watching a group of kittens fighting, without even thinking about it.

Family members once said that he was a man with a woman's heart, and he had been thinking more than others since he was a child, so after seeing Song Shizhao's smile, his boiling blood cooled down like ice.

Feng Yu picked up a pen and wrote "self-righteous" on the paper.

Xiao Si was shocked when he saw these four words, but he didn't dare to say anything or ask.

Feng Yu broke his last stroke and ruined a piece of writing. He put down his pen, turned his head and asked Xiao Si: "If the tiger goes down the mountain, what would you do?"

The young man didn't know why, but he still said: "A mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Tigers will fight for territory wherever they go."

Feng Yu: "...you are right."

The South Bodhisattva is now a tiger descending the mountain. These scholars are just people who want to compete with him for territory, but the South Bodhisattva is still using gentle methods. Waiting for him to see no results for a long time, it is troublesome, even if it is true. Raising the butcher knife, as long as there is an excuse, can anyone really oppose him?

The troops stationed outside the city are not for watching and playing.

At night, Feng Yu walked out of the house and walked towards Song Mansion.

He wouldn't think that he was good at being an official and was lucky like the other two.

He and the two people are the grass handles prepared by the three Nan Bodhisattvas. If the people below want to go up, they must step on their heads. If they don't want to be stepped on, they can only turn their backs on their friends in the past.

For profit, people can become beasts.

No matter how good the surface is, the instrument is finally torn apart, and the bottom is hideous.

Feng Yu said to the concierge, "I hope you will inform you."

The concierge said with a smile, "My lord, you did not come here by coincidence. My lord has already fallen asleep. Come back tomorrow."

Feng Yu lowered his head, even when facing the concierge of Song Shizhao's house, he didn't dare to be a little arrogant, and said mildly, "I have important matters to discuss with Lord Song. Since the adults are resting, I will wait for the next official."

He blew a cold wind at Song Shizhao's door all night.

When Song Shizhao came out to see him the next day, he was invited by the porter into the corner room. He was already feverish, and he was still talking nonsense.

Song Shizhao leaned closer and found him shouting.

"My lord...I want to resign...I want to resign..."

Song Shizhao said to his servant: "Please ask Master Feng a good doctor."

Among so many scholars, only this one can see clearly. Song Shizhao looked at the face that was so red that he was burnt, and felt that if he was killed, it would be a pity indeed, maybe it was still a useful talent.

That night, Feng Yu recovered his white body.

However, it sounds better, because Feng Yu feels that his virtue is not worthy, and he has to resign, crying without hesitation, and making trouble after crying.

This is how it was spread outside.

It is said that Lin Yuan likes Feng Yu very much, otherwise he would not be appointed as an official at the first meeting. After all, there are not many officials appointed by the South Bodhisattva himself, and they all hold heavy powers, so Lin Yuan is quite a courteous corporal. I also love Feng Yu.

However, Feng Yu felt that he did not have this talent and had taken the position for nothing. Since he did a bad job, he was sorry for the love of the South Bodhisattva and had to resign. Lin Yuan kept him countless times, but Feng Yu refused.

In the end, the two of them were still crying with each other—this was added by the people themselves.

Feng Family——

"What's wrong with him! It's hard to get an official in the family! Even if there is no real power, whoever gets the real power when he gets up?" Feng Yu's father and uncles got together, and they all hated iron and steel. Looking at Feng Yu lying in bed drinking porridge.

"Do you know how many people outside this official look at? How many people want it? With so many scholars in Pingjiang, is it possible that you will have your seat in the future?"

"If it weren't for you to be sick, you should roll off and kneel now!"

"You don't think for yourself, you always think about your cousins, right?"

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Feng's father had been in high spirits for a few days, but his son went out for one night, the official was gone, and his head was lowered again.

I don’t have much money to study at home. I have to be a teacher. A good teacher is not cheap. I have to walk with my classmates. Pen, ink, paper, inkstone and all kinds of books are all for money, just to let the child one day be an official. Carry the whole family.

Feng Yu listened quietly, and after a while, he said, "How many scholars are there in Pingjiang?"

The elders were taken aback.

Feng Yu also said: "Do you still remember the several previous decrees, how loud is the opposition among the scholars?"

Scholars all have a stinking problem. After reading too many books, they become arrogant. They feel that they know everything about the world without going out and can point to the people above.

"If I resign this official, I can still keep my family safe." Feng Yu's eyes were hollow and empty. "If I don't leave, the Feng family will be over. There is no me in the family, and cousins. As long as they follow the South Bodhisattva, there will always be someone who will come first. One day, talk less and do more. The Nan Bodhisattva likes to do practical things, even if he doesn't have an official position, as long as he does it well and enters the eyes of Nan Bodhisattva, why worry about no future?"

Feng Yu took a few deep breaths, his heart twitched.

Is it because he wants to give up the chance he finally got?

Feng Yu: "You blame me now. It won't be long before you can see the end of the Zhang Family and Yuan Family."

The Zhang Family and Yuan Family are the other two families who have been sealed off.

Within a few days after Feng Yu said this, there were countless rumors on the street.

The people are actually not good at making stories.

These rumors are controlled by someone, saying that the Zhang family and the Yuan family bullied others because they had an official in the family. They had eyes on their foreheads, humiliating their former classmates.

The rumors intensified, and no one stopped them, and the people felt that this was true.

A few days later, the Zhang family and the Yuan family had funerals.

It was said that the child who was an official in his own family got sick and did not survive.

Only then did the Feng family understand what Feng Yu meant.

Feng Yu resigned himself and has a good reputation. It is easy for people in the family to come up with an official post.

But the Zhang and Yuan family, even if the strong men cut their wrists and let their children die, there will be no more days in the future.

Reading people feel happy to talk about it.

They thought they were no worse than the sons of Zhang and Yuan's family, and they all let out a sigh of relief when they watched the two dead.

People are very strange, envy far away, jealous near.

Once friends of the past dawned, they scratched their hearts with jealousy. If they didn't know this person at first, they wouldn't feel anything.

Feng Yu watched them shed a few hypocritical tears over the death of their former friends, and then began to discuss who would be better to take over these seats, and when they discussed with them, they would go to Director Song and let him. Refer them for them.

Feng Yu was lying on the bed with his eyes open, tears falling down his eyes.

He felt sad.

If he hadn't resigned, he would also end today.

He will die and the Feng family will be over.

Even if his parents would protect him, his uncles would force him to die for the future of his cousins.

The Zhang family and the Yuan family were defeated, and they were totally depressed. Perhaps after a few years, no one would remember that there were two young men who were once officials in their family.

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