At night, the old servant told Lin Tingji about this. ◎,

Lin Tingji put down Lin Yanchao's manuscript at hand and said, "This boy is willing to eat simple food and say that he is a person who can take things as he goes with the flow. It seems that I misunderstood him before and think he is here to pursue me."

The old servant said, 'Master, please forgive me for being too much. This is Master Yan's disciple. If you really want to talk about the person, I heard that Master Shisheng praised him very much and praised him as a talent for saving the world."

Lin Tingji smiled and said, "Shisheng is a person in his eyes. He is virtuous, upright, and knowledgeable and great scholars, and is not enough to believe."

"As for Young Master Shibi, I mentioned it a few times, but I was dissatisfied with it."

Lin Tingji said: "He didn't agree with Shibi, but he probably believed in his heart."

"It's the master, only Master Quan...'

"What does Quan'er say?"

The old servant said, "Young Master Quan said, Lin Yanchao is just a temptation to attract the incestuous people from my Lin family. If it weren't for Young Master Yan, he would be nothing."

Lin Tingji closed his eyes and said, "I know, there is no need to say anything more."

The next day.

Lin Yanchao came to see Lin Tingji.

Lin Tingji was working on eight-duan brocade in the yard, and Lin Yanchao was already aside.

After Lin Tingji finished this set, he breathed a long breath and a little sweat oozed out of his forehead. A servant came forward to change his clothes, and the maid came up to wipe his sweat.

After Lin Tingji changed his clothes and wiped his sweat, he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Yanchao and asked, "Have you eaten?"

“Not yet.”

The maid on the side stroked Lin Tingji's silver beard and said, "Let's eat with me."

When the servants served food and set up the table, breakfast was eaten in the yard, and a maid laid a thick mattress on the stone benches of the two.

The porridge is Oda rouge rice, and the dishes are white fungus, fungus, yam, golden needles, and mushrooms. Such meals are not as good as big fish and meat, but they are still very exquisitely made. This is the life of a second-rank official.

In front of the nobles, Lin Yanchao was very cautious when eating. The Oda rouge rice made from red rice porridge was a tribute. He had only heard of it, but never eaten it. It tasted fragrant and rich.

After the meal, the maid brought tea to the two of them. Lin Yanchao lifted the tea cover and smelled it, but he felt that the tea smelled so good.

Lin Tingji took a sip and said to Lin Yanchao: "This is the green snow bud tea on Taimu Mountain. When I visited Taimu Mountain, there was a poet monk who took spring water. I asked me to sip tea and had a great chat. The tea was very good. If you go to Beijing to take the exam in the future, you must go there for me when you pass by Taimu Mountain."

"Yes." Lin Yanchao savored the tea carefully.

After chatting for a while, Lin Tingji said, "What are you asking me to do if you write this article?"

Lin Yanchao said: "I have read the scriptures since I was young and I have compared myself with Xu Shen. I am really ashamed. I am writing books now, and I am afraid that others will bully me at my young age and cannot convince me, so I want to borrow the reputation of the old man."

Lin Tingji asked, "Did you really write this book?"

"Yes. But I also learn from the strengths of many families. Perhaps the son had told the old man that he would read the book and read it through the review."

Lin Tingji nodded after hearing this, but did not believe it rashly. He asked a few more questions about the secrets in Lin Yanchao's book. Seeing Lin Yanchao's answers, he realized that this book was indeed written by Lin Yanchao, and he immediately admired the boy very much.

Lin Tingji asked: "Then how do you borrow my reputation?"

Lin Yanchao said: 'The old man is a famous scholar who is currently in charge of Shangshu. If the old man is willing to proofread the book, then others will be convinced."

Lin Tingji couldn't help but smile: "I can't say that I am the most powerful minister, but I have lived in the temple for decades. I have a reputation in my hometown. I can be said to be a wealthy person. Why do you want me to lend you my reputation?"

Lin Yanchao said without hesitation: "So he was born late and asked the old man for help."

Lin Tingji thought the other party would make some sense, but he didn't expect the young man to ask for it with a lot of sincere requests, so he didn't say anything and started to think.

The other party did not say it, and Lin Yanchao did not ask. After years of hardening, the other party would definitely become more cautious. It is difficult to impress such a person with words. Therefore, it is best to tell honestly.

Lin Tingji was silent for a long time, with mist lingering in the mountains, and the stone pestle on the stream was sobbing.

The farmers by the rice fields in the distance had already gotten up early to carry water to irrigate the garden. The village was filled with chickens and dogs, which made Lin Yanchao feel as if he was back when he lived in Hongshan Village.

The two of them were silent for a while.

Lin Tingji asked, "Do you know how will the Shilinjian evaluate this book as soon as you are published?"

Lin Yanchao said: "Either fall into the water silently or cause a stir."

Lin Tingji said, "Yes, if you can convince others of this book, then the scholars who ruled the Shangshu in the world will put your ancient Chinese annotation on the Shangshu in their hands."

If someone else heard this, Lin Yanchao would be very excited, but he cautiously seized Lin Tingji's words and asked, "What if others don't believe Mr. Yi's words?"

Lin Tingji said: "If you are ridiculed, you will become a laughing stock, and your path to fame will be damaged."

When Lin Tingji saw Lin Yanchao, he sighed and said with a relief: "Why is this expression?"

Lin Yanchao said: "I am also worried that I will slander the books of sages and cause death."

Lin Tingji smiled and said, "For a hundred years, I have suspected that the ancient Chinese Book of Documents is a fake, and the five or six people who wrote books don't care about you."

Lin Yanchao finally settled down.

Lin Tingji said: "You are still long. With your articles and talents, you will be famous all over the world in the future. Why should you be anxious to make a young man stand out?"

Lin Yanchao said: "The old man is too proud of me. I am not even sure about the provincial examination in this year. How can I be famous all over the world?"

Lin Tingji looked at the Youyou Baiyun by the mountain for a while and said, "No matter what, I will not lend you my reputation."

Lin Yanchao was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he also said in anticipation: "Since that's the case, thank you, Mr.

Lin Tingji smiled and said, "I am unwilling to come forward because I am afraid of causing criticism. After all, I have been in the temple and I am afraid that some right and wrong will involve you."

Lin Yanchao knew about Lin Tingji, which refers to the relationship between the Lin family and Zhang Juzheng.

Lin Tingji said: "What's more, when it comes to the famous masters who govern the Shangshu in this prefecture, I am not as good as Mr. Wangzhai. I will give him your manuscript and it would be better to ask him to come and arrange the proofreading with you."

Lin Yanchao thought to himself after hearing this, this is indeed a better choice.

Seeing that Lin Yanchao did not answer, Lin Tingji smiled and asked, "Are you worried that Mr. Wangzhai swallowed your manuscript?"

Lin Yanchao couldn't help feeling a little bit of a piercing, but then he thought that with Lin Tingji as a guarantee, Mr. Wangzhai would never swallow his manuscript. Moreover, Mr. Wangzhai is also a virtuous scholar, and he has saved his life to his grandson.

Lin Yanchao said at the moment: "How dare I question Mr. Wangzhai? With his instructional instruction, I feel relieved."

Lin Tingji said: "But even if Mr. Wangzhai is willing to proofread, this book may not be truly convinced by others. You are a scholar, writing collections of poems and essays, but it is not enough to think about writing books and making words. If you can pass the imperial examination in the provincial examination, you will be even more confident. After all, the professionalism of the imperial examination is the most important."

"Your fame is a bit convincing, and your book is a bit convincing. This is a bit vulgar, but the truth is not vulgar."
Chapter completed!