Chapter 108： , Yuanjia Road is narrow

Chapter 108, Yuanjia Road is narrow

With Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao, you said everything they encountered in the academy. Daohua's mood is a little bit complicated.

Only when they knew that they could not even see Xiao Yeyang's face, did they deeply understand the strictness of the ancient hierarchy, and it became clearer that to Xiao Yeyang, the Yan family was really nothing.

"Big sister, don't tell your grandmother about these things. Brother said, this is a test for us, so don't let the family worry about it." After speaking, Yan Wenkai exhorted.

Yan Wentao also nodded: "In fact, it's not a big deal, we can handle it."

Ina Flower nodded silently.

Fortunately, she was talking to Mrs. Li in a vague way before, asking her to tell the cheap father not to have too high expectations for Xiao Yeyang, but at this moment, when she heard that Xiao Yeyang had not even seen her three brothers in the academy once, She was also slightly lost in her heart.

This is how people are. When things don’t happen to themselves, they can always speak in a high-sounding, well-founded and well-founded way, but if they really happen to themselves, they may be even more pretentious and confusing than others.

Before this, she thought that Xiao Yeyang should be a little different to her and to the Yan family, but reality told her that she thought too much.

Cheap father is not invited by the governor, she can still understand, after all, although he is noble, he is not in the officialdom, and he can not control the affairs of the officialdom;

Can be in the same college. He didn't take extra care of the three brothers. He didn't even have one call. It can be seen that he really didn't take them to heart.

Hey.

Not only can the cheap dad not have too much expectation, nor can she!

After that, Daohua and the three took wine and quickly returned to the old lady's yard.

In the room, although Yan Wenxiu concealed it well, how could Yan Zhigao, who had been an official for many years, fail to see the unfinished words of his eldest son, and his expression became a little gloomy when he thought of the gossip he had heard in the state office.

"The little prince didn't take Yan family to heart at all. Otherwise, why didn't Master Yan invite Master Yan during the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet hosted by the Governor?"

"Isn't it? I heard that the neighboring prefectures in the prosperous state are all invited."

"Why did the little prince stay at Yan's house before?"

"Who knows, maybe the little prince is just a joke, or a novelty?"

Thinking of these whispers, Yan Zhigao smiled bitterly.

What a word to wake up the dreamer!

First stayed overnight, and then the three eldest sons got the quota of Wangyue Academy. He naively thought that the little prince was very close to their family.

Unfortunately, the face slap came so quickly.

He overestimated the weight of their family in the heart of the little prince!

I am really a bit self-aware!

Yan Zhigao looked at the eldest son: "Study is not only about asking for knowledge in books, but also about being in the world and interacting with people. The academy is a small society, where everyone has everyone. You have to think more, look more, and master how to get along with others. The scale."

"No matter where a person goes, as long as he has strong real ability, he has a foothold. Help from outsiders is short-lived after all."

Yan Wenxiu understood what it meant, and immediately got up and saluted: "Thank you for the father's teaching, and the son wrote it down."

Aside, Yan Zhiyuan looked at the two of them, his expression moved, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.

It seems that the life of his three nephews in the college is not so good!

In an instant, his heart faded because of his son's unwillingness to go to the academy.

This year’s Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, Mrs. Li was very well prepared, coupled with the wine to add to the fun, the family had a great meal.

After two days of staying at home, the three brothers Yan Wenxiu are going back to the academy again.

"Brother, do you have a holiday on Double Ninth Festival?"

Before leaving, Ina Hua asked the three brothers.

Yan Wenxiu nodded: “It will be released, but there is only one day off. We may not be able to come back.” The distance between the academy and Xingzhou City is not close, and it takes a long time to go back and forth.

Daohua: "It's a pity that all the chrysanthemums I transplanted in the village are alive, and I still think that if you come back that day, I will invite you to watch the chrysanthemum feast."

Old lady Yan: "If you don’t come back, you won’t come back. When can you not see your chrysanthemums in the pots? The three of them came back from the academy. The distance is not short, so I don’t bother to toss."

Daohua smiled and nodded: "Alright, I can't see it as a chrysanthemum. It's the same when I come back to drink chrysanthemum wine."

Speaking of wine, Yan Wenkai immediately jumped out: "Big sister, your wine brings me two jars of wine."

Daohua directly refused: "No, you are studying, how can you drink?"

Yan Wenkai: "I don't drink." He said, leaning against Daohua's ear and whispered, "I will send it to the instructor who teaches us martial arts, and he likes this one."

Daohua hesitated and looked at Yan Wentao.

Yan Wentao nodded, the martial artist who taught them really loves to drink.

Daohua agreed, but she said again: "Four brother, you are still young, and you can’t drink outside. I really want to drink it. I will give it to you when I go home next time."

Yan Wenkai rolled his eyes: "Big sister, you seem to be younger than me!" The younger sister said that when the older brother is younger, it's funny!

Daohua didn't bother to talk to him more, and looked directly at Yan Wentao: "Brother 3, look at Brother 4."

Yan Wentao: "Don't worry, I will!"

Wangyue Academy is built on the most famous Wuhua Mountain in Zhongzhou Province, and the Grand Canal will pass under the mountain.

Huayang Fucheng is the richest and most prosperous Fucheng in Zhongzhou Province second only to the provincial capital. It is built at the foot of Wuhua Mountain.

Fucheng, you can often see the students of Wangyue Academy.

"Fourth brother, are you sure you want to send Fang coach wine?"

On the street, Yan Wenkai carried two jars of wine, and dragged Yan Wentao around to see what he looked like looking for.

Yan Wenkai: “Of course, because of Dong Xiangrong’s grandson, the teacher in the academy ignored me both overtly and secretly, and the instructor on the other side would point us to one or two. I can’t find a way to fawn. No, return him.”

Yan Wentao shook his head, showing his disapproval: "The academy expressly stipulates that the Master is not allowed to accept bribes."

Yan Wenkai interrupted aloud: "Oh, brother, we didn't give money or calligraphy or anything, just two jars of home-brewed wine, what a bribe."

"Although the academy does not allow the master to accept bribes, it does not completely deny the students to show their filial piety. Look at the other people in the academy. Those students whose family situation is worse than ours, will sometimes give the master some gadgets. Kind of?"

"Trust me, no problem!"

Yan Wentao thought for a while, and felt that Yan Wenkai made sense, so he didn't say more to help Yan Wenkai find something.

"Oh, this big sister too, I don't know how to make a better wine jar for such a good wine, so I have to change the jar to give it away!"

Unable to find a suitable wine jar for so long, Yan Wenkai is a little anxious.

Although he thinks it’s okay to send the first two jars of wine to the teacher, he doesn’t want to send it in front of everyone. He has to quietly send it before the students return to the academy.

Yan Wentao made a fair word for Daohua: "It's not because you want it temporarily, isn't it time to change it?"

Yan Wenkai twitched his mouth, he just said, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to a ceramic shop in front of him and said loudly, “There is a short-seller in that shop, let’s go.”

However, by coincidence, when the two were about to step into the shop, one person suddenly walked out from the side and directly knocked the wine jar in Yan Wenkai's hand to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The sound of broken wine jars and the bright red wine irritated Yan Wenkai's eyes severely.

"Dong Xiangrong, you tortoise grandson, return my wine!"

(End of this chapter)