MTL - My Brother-in-law is the Prince-Chapter 5 playing

  Chapter 5

  After coughing desperately, Zhang Anshi said: "Well... let's not talk about this... I have something on my mind right now."

   "What's on your mind, what's on your mind?" Seeing that Zhang Anshi had no interest in gunpowder, Zhang Fu couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He managed to steal it from his brother's barracks.

  Zhang Anshi sighed: "You also know that I am very poor. So I think if I have some money, I can do some small business."

   "What kind of business is a manly man?" Zhu Yong looked contemptuous.

   People of their origin are naturally not interested in business.

  Zhang Anshi is not the same.

  He knew very well that there were still many years before his brother-in-law ascended the throne.

  Although the Zhang family has a brother-in-law to help, but after all, it is the brother-in-law's money.

  In his previous life, Zhang Shian was poor and afraid, and he felt uneasy when he thought that he didn't have any money in this world.

   "The main reason is that I thought of a good deal. Only my brothers can say such a good thing, or... let's pool a little money..."

   "Yinzi..." Upon hearing this, Zhu Yong's expression changed.

  His father, Zhu Neng, is very stingy, why is he willing to spend money on a child like him?

  So he shook his head like a rattle drum and said, "My father won't give it to me. If I ask, he will beat me."

  Zhang Anshi said: "Go and ask your mother."

  Zhu Yong thought for a while, then shook his head: "Sooner or later, my father will know, and then...he will have to be scolded, saying that I am a prodigal..."

   What this says...

  It seems that the key to the problem is to let everyone let go of their psychological burdens. Young people, after all, their thinking has not yet slipped.

  So Zhang Anshi said sincerely: "Second brother... Let me ask you, who will your Zhu family pass on to in the future..."

  Zhu Yong did not even think about it, so he said decisively: "Of course it is me. I am the only seedling in the family. If the family business is not passed on to me, who else can it be passed on to?"

Zhang Anshi said in a persuasive way: "Yes, sooner or later this family business will be yours, right? Then let me ask you again, since the family business is yours, what are you doing with your own money? I'm not trying to provoke discord, but I don't know something. Whether to speak properly or not."

  Zhu Yong said seriously: "Speak."

  Zhang Anshi sighed: "The Zhu family is your family, and the money of the Zhu family is yours. Now who is spending the money of the Zhu family all day long?"

After hearing these words, Zhu Yong suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and his body trembled: "Oh, I didn't think about it until the elder brother didn't remind me. That's right, this house belongs to me, but it's my father who... is always chaotic. Spending money, the day before yesterday he spent more than a hundred taels of silver to buy a good horse, this prodigal stuff, he is spending my money, ruining my family."

  Zhang Anshi comforted him: "Forget it, whose family won't produce a prodigal man, if you want to open some, just treat your father as ignorant."

Zhu Yong said: "Now that I think about it... I can't swallow this breath anymore. Sometime, I have to reprimand him severely. Brother Zhang is right. If I don't spend my own money, it will be cheaper for my father." Is it? I will ask my mother later and tell her to bring the silver."

  Zhang Fu was stunned when he heard it, he felt that something was wrong, but when he thought about it carefully, the reason seemed to be the same.

  The three of them were talking, when suddenly a teenager hurried into the classroom and exclaimed: "Mr. is here, Mr. is here..."

  Everyone is not afraid of Hu Yan, but the young man's horrified expression made people feel strange, Mr. came as soon as he came, why was he so frightened?

  But at this time, a person walked in outside the classroom.

  Just... not Hu Yan.

   It was an old monk wearing a black cassock.

  As soon as the old monk appeared, Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu, who had been full of air just now, immediately lowered their heads, like a child who made a mistake, not daring to show his anger.

  The other teenagers also looked like a mouse meeting a cat.

  The old monk is Yao Guangxiao.

   After Yao Guangxiao came in, he had a pleasant smile on his face. He seemed to be very confident in his image, and he was that kind of kind elder.

  However, Yao Guangxiao was slightly embarrassed by the expressions of the teenagers.

  Of course, this monk didn't know how to write embarrassingly long ago.

  So, he sat down in relief, and still said with a benevolent look: "The poor monk is very pleased to hear that you study hard here every day."

  Hu Yan's face twitched.

  The teenagers have a kind of fear that the rain is about to come.

  It seems that they have heard some bad rumors about this monk from their parents, such as...killing people with a smile...or they are earnestly speaking every day, just to persuade everyone to rebel.

  Yao Guangxiao looked forward to the young people, but he was still amiable, nodding his head approvingly: "Yes, yes, they are all good boys. I have someone who will succeed me in Ming Dynasty."

  Seeing that everyone is indifferent.

  Yao Guangxiao cleared his throat, and said again: "But the poor monk heard from Mr. Hu that you occasionally play, don't you? Don't be afraid, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the juvenile puppet is at fault..."

  Hu Yan was in a hurry: "Mr. Yao, it's not an accidental mistake, it's..."

  Yao Guangxiao gave him a wink, and Hu Yan stopped talking.

Yao Guangxiao said: "The poor monk came here today to test his homework. After you have made meritorious service, you will have to be the pillar of my Ming Dynasty in the future. Why don't you... let's take a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and simply write a letter. Memorial, write down your views on the imperial court, gains and losses, and poor monks don’t make any questions, so you are free to write whatever you want, and the right is to provide advice and suggestions for the imperial court.”

  Suggestions and suggestions?

   All of a sudden, everyone was confused.

  Zhang Anshi was also a little suspicious, wondering what kind of medicine Yao Guangxiao sold in the gourd.

   It's just that Yao Guangxiao's voice fell, and everyone obediently took out their pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and started scratching their heads and touching their ears one by one.

  Minglun hall is very quiet, you can hear a needle drop.

Hu Yan frowned frequently. He knew that Yao Guangxiao was a man who looked down on those rotten scholars who were obsessed with studying. Therefore, in the examination of school knowledge, they would definitely not let everyone write the Four Books and Five Classics silently. Isn't this child's play?

  He took the opportunity to step forward, whispered to Yao Guangxiao, and said in a very low voice: "Mr. Yao... Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu are not going to pursue it?"

   "What's the rush?" Yao Guangxiao calmly responded in a low voice.

  Hu Yan said: "Young people don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, if you let it go...I'm afraid..."

  Yao Guangxiao smiled, and responded softly: "The name is just right."

"This is…"

   "If you punish them just because they are naughty, the punishment is light, I'm afraid they won't remember it."

   "But... what does this have to do with the examination school?"

   "The exams are different. They wrote the memorial, and there are articles to write in this memorial."

  Hu Yan was still a little puzzled: "What article?"

Yao Guangxiao said casually: "At the time when His Majesty was in Beijing, he wanted to clear the emperor's side, so he summoned a large army and swore to go south. But that day, there was a strong wind and rain, and the strong wind blew the eaves and tiles of the palace to the ground. It is an ominous omen. Because of this, even His Majesty couldn't help but change his face. But at that time, the poor monk stepped forward and said to His Majesty: "This is a good omen! Since ancient times, when a flying dragon is in the sky, there will always be wind and rain. The blue tiles of the palace fell to the ground, which indicates that His Highness will use it. The emperor’s yellow tiles are installed.” So the morale is greatly boosted, and His Majesty is also very excited!”

Yao Guangxiao paused, and continued to look at Hu Yan meaningfully: "Look... the key to right and wrong is not in what it looks like, but in how you interpret it. If you don't teach, you will be tortured. Boys When writing memorials, there are articles to write in it, and some evidence of their "boldness" can always be extracted from their articles. In this way, even if the evidence is conclusive, the name is justified. When the time comes to clean it up, it will be justified. There is a reason, in short... Right and wrong, right and wrong, I will take full control of it, and I will submit it to His Majesty, and thunder and rain will have their own divisions!"

  As soon as this remark came out, Hu Yan didn't feel the slightest joy, but subconsciously shuddered. Of course he knew that Yao Guangxiao was just hitting those ignorant sticks.

  But...why do I feel cold all over my body?

  Yao Guangxiao ignored Hu Yan and continued to be content.

  But the teenagers are racking their brains one by one, playing... talking about things...

  This is quite a challenge for most teenagers.

  Zhang Anshi pondered for a long time, and with a draft in mind, he carefully wrote.

   After half an hour passed, Yao Guangxiao got up to collect the papers.

  But he didn't read it either, but still said kindly: "Okay, I've really worked hard for you, I should present these memorials to Your Majesty."

   After finishing speaking, Shi Shi ran away, while Hu Yan followed Yao Guangxiao step by step, intending to send him out in person.

  As soon as the two left, the teenagers finally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately the Minglun Hall began to chatter.

  Zhu Yong leaned in front of Zhang Anshi and said in a low voice: "Brother, what did you write in the memorial?"

  Zhang Anshi said: "I wrote it randomly."

  When he said this, both Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu showed ecstasy, Zhu Yong smiled and said: "I am too, I am also, I am also writing nonsense."

Zhang Fu also danced happily: "I handed in the blank paper, and I really can't think of what to write. I was worried at first, but now we are all writing nonsense, so I feel relieved. When the time comes, the three of us will have It's hard to be the same!"

  Zhang Anshi: "Ah...this..."

  Zhang Anshi looked at Zhang Fu with a strange look.

  (end of this chapter)