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Huang Dong did not look at Wu Jie, but just nodded to Fu Yang and smiled and said, "Brother Fu, I haven't met for a while. How about you doing well?"

"Yes." Fu Yang hurriedly said: "After the Chinese New Year, I have been studying at home and preparing to deal with this year's college entrance examination. The family is strictly controlled and has not left the house for three months. If I hadn't heard that Brother Huang had set up a literary meeting today, I wouldn't have been out."

With a hint of compliment in his tone, he looked at the carriage Huang Dong was riding in in surprise and said, "Brother Huang, this carriage is good. Especially this good horse, it is very majestic. Besides, not everyone in the inner city can ride a horse."

It is not surprising to sit in a sedan chair these days. It may be a carriage, but it is a symbol of status and status. The Central Plains does not produce horses, and a good horse is of great value. The horses eat a lot, and the food is comparable to seven big men. Moreover, it is not enough to just feed some grass.

Every meal requires soybeans, wheat bran and animal protein when necessary. After raising a year, it is even more expensive than raising ten families.

Moreover, when buying a horse home, it is necessary to hire a special groom to take care of it. It is necessary to build a stable and you have to ride it out and run every day so that the horse will not be raised into a pig.

Therefore, in the Ming Dynasty, having a horse and a carriage was equivalent to having a Rolls-Royce or Maserati in modern society. If you take a ride, you will be hard to not attract attention.

Therefore, even among the third and fourth-rank officials in the capital, many of them do not raise horses and rely on sedan chairs when they go out.

When Huang Dong heard his compliment, he felt a little proud. He glanced at Wu Jie with the corner of his eyes, probably pretending to be indifferent: "It's just an ordinary carriage. Today is a good night party. In order to facilitate the picking up and dropping off his classmates, he specially borrowed it from the Zhejiang Governor's Office."

The Governor of Zhejiang is Hu Zongxian. The headquarters of the Governor's Office is in Hangzhou, but more than half of Lord Hu stays in Nanjing a year. Therefore, there is another official residence in Nanjing.

"Oh. Brother Huang actually knows people from Zhejiang Zhiyamen!" Fu Yang opened his mouth wide in shock.

Huang Dong's pride could not be concealed, and he deliberately said lightly: "I have some friendship with Mr. Luo, the Zhejiang-Zhizhiyamen. Mr. Luo, you know that Mr. Luo, the cousin of Lord Luo Longwen in the capital, happened to be in Nanjing these days. The Governor's Office sent a carriage and horse to greet him. Today, the car is not available, so I will lend it to the envoy."

"Luo Longwen, is it Luo Hanzhang Luo Longwen, a clan of the Secretariat, who has come to Nanjing?" Wu Jie frowned. This Luo Longwen is an amazing person.

He had a position as a seventh-rank Zhongshu Sheren, but he was actually Yan Song's chief aide and he never left him. This time Wu Jie came to Nanjing. This guy followed him.

You know, Luo Longwen is a think tank figure among the Yan Party. Wu Jie received a secret decree this time and went south to urge the Southeast military. Could it be that Luo Longwen came with him for this?

Hearing this, Wu Jie couldn't help but scream.

When Huang Dong heard Wu Jie call out Luo Longwen's font size accurately, he was stunned and then looked disdainful again. Then he turned his eyes to Wu Jie: "Wu Shazi. Did you walk here?"

This kind of casual questioning makes the contempt in his tone clear and sensible. Nowadays, those who can study have some property. Today's class reunion. Except for a few classmates whom he values ​​personally take the bus to pick him up, most of the others come here as a sedan. It is rare to see situations like Wu Jie who has already taken the bus as a car.

Wu Jie was naturally not angry and answered casually.

Fu Yang heard the contempt in Huang Dong's tone and smiled: "Wu Sizi is confused and has lost his family. He is not a scholar. However, when he meets him, I feel a little happy. Wu Jie. Today, it is rare for Huang Dong's carriage to pick him up. Let's get in and enjoy the carriage of the Governor's Mansion."

Before Wu Jie could speak, Huang Dong looked impatient: "Fu Yang, what's wrong with you? There are still a few classmates in front of you who want to pick you up. I'm afraid I can't get there. Get in the car quickly, let's go."

Fu Yang: "This..."

Wu Jie smiled at him: "Fu Yang, go get in the car, I like walking."

After giving up for a long time, Fu Yang got into the car.

The moment the carriage was long gone, Wu Jie heard Huang Dong deal with Yang in a slightly reproachful tone, "Brother Fu, what do you pay attention to that fool? We scholars will be admitted to the government in the future. Even if we don't become officials, we have to walk around the scene. We have to make friends with friends... We must always help ourselves... ordinary vulgar people... don't need to..."

“…Brother Huang has to teach him a lesson…after all, classmates…”

The carriage walked far away arrogantly.

"This person is really snobbish!" Moth was so angry that his eyebrows stood up.

Before coming, Wu Jie had sent someone to find out about Huang Dong's family background. This old classmate in Nanjing was also considered a first-tier junior high school student. Huang Dong's father had worked in the Shuntian Prefecture Office for several years and met many people. Huang Dong was just an ordinary scholar and there was little possibility of entering the imperial examination. It is estimated that his family plans to let him take the exam as a scholar first, and in the future he will also find a position as a minor official in the yamen.

Therefore, this guy is inevitably somewhat utilitarian and vanity in dealing with people.

Students like Wu Jie who are useless to his future are naturally too lazy to pay attention to them even if they are relatives.

This is understandable. In any era, there are always some people who live more realistically than others. It is hard for others to say anything about this.

As for Wu Jie at present, he was a little disdainful and bored with Huang Dong, the so-called relative, and there was no other question.

I was no longer angry, and walked slowly on the street with a moth with my body in ease for twenty minutes, then I arrived at Huang Dong's house.

Huang Dong’s family is not big, and it only has a three-in-one yard. However, it is located in the most prosperous area in the inner city of Nanjing, and the land price is probably not low. Huang Dong’s father should have gained a lot of benefits when he was working in the Shuntian Prefecture Office in his early years.

After entering the yard and reporting his name and origin~~-< Shuhai Pavilion >-Net. Updated first~~ soon, a maid happily took the moth to the backyard and kept saying: "My wife had long said that her mother's cousin was coming, and asked her to wait here early, saying that as soon as her sister-in-law arrived, she would take it to the back to meet."

The maid spoke quickly and said, "Today, the young master and classmates gathered together. Many of the classmates in the school brought their families. They happened to set up a table in the back flower yard, and the ladies were just talking."

After Moth left, Wu Jie led his family to the hall.

It has to be said that although the Huang family’s house looks small, it is spacious, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a unique world. More than a dozen people are inside, and it still seems a little empty.

The memories of the past are filled with my heart. These more than ten people are classmates when they were young. Many of them have not seen Wu Jie for six or seven years. When they suddenly see him, they can't even remember their names.

These students are all adults, no longer like children in the past. Everyone is having a passionate conversation, as if they are discussing the Yingtianfu Academy exam today, and they all seem to be full of energy.

The main hall was filled with wine and food, and everyone held up the cup and drank it happily.

Wu Jie was hesitating whether to come forward to report his name and say hello to everyone.

Suddenly, a scholar who seemed lonely and cold called Wu Jie: "Wu Jie, you are really Wu Jie. I haven't seen you for so many years. I thought you had gone back to Sichuan, but I didn't want to be in Nanjing."

As he said that, he bowed to Wu Jie repeatedly, and the joy on his face seemed very sincere.

Before, whether Huang Dong or Fu Yang saw Wu Jie, they were all "fools, fools", which made Wu Jie a little used to it. At this time, someone suddenly called her name, and Wu Jie couldn't come back to her senses.

"Brother Wu Jie, Brother Wu Jie, you really forgot me. I am Zhu Mao, you forgot. Back then, the shortest and thinnest one in the school." Zhu Mao kept reminding Wu Jie.

Wu Jie looked closely and saw that the man was wearing rags. A thick cotton robe was washed and bleached. He had patches of patches on his collar and cuffs, but he looked very neat. His face was thin and he had a sour smell that was unique to scholars.

This man is still wearing winter clothes in a hot day, and probably because his family is too poor to change his clothes.

He was wearing cotton bubbles and Wu Jie was wearing cotton shirt.

I looked at the other students here, but they were covered in silk, with brocade belts tied up, and looked proud.

Wu Jie and Zhu Mao immediately became alternative, and someone couldn't help but look at this side, and then turned his head aside contemptuously.

Wu Jie was a little unbearable by Zhu Mao's enthusiasm, so he had to bow and return the gift: "It turns out it's Brother Zhu, I haven't seen you for many years, okay?"

Before Zhu Mao could speak, a classmate next to him burst into laughter: "Of course, it's good. Speaking of which, Brother Zhu is now a little famous in Nanjing City, and is also a reed chicken!"

"Haha!" Then there was a burst of laughter, and someone actually spit out the wine in his mouth.

Wu Jie was a little puzzled, and Zhu Mao was flushed and said to Wu Jie: "Brother Wu, this is a joke I made. During the college entrance examination two years ago, I had several questions that were extremely poor and felt that this subject was hopeless. After ten years of hard work, I got this point and couldn't help but feel indignant. Just as the last question was titled "Chicken", I started to do it impulsively and confusingly. In the middle of the game, one of the sentences was written like this, "It's a white chicken, it's a black chicken? It's a neither black nor white chicken?" As a result, the examiner directly judged three words "Reed Chicken".

He said ashamed: "It was also my boy's impulse, but as a result, he lost his reputation and became a reed chicken."

Wu Jie couldn't help but smile: "Brother Zhu is a person with temperament."

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Zhu Mao: "This is not over yet. I randomly wrote in the comparison, 'It's a rooster, a hen? It's an unfair and unfamiliar chicken." The chief examiner's comment was simpler, just two words 'Cathound'."

Wu Jie was immediately happy and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Brother Zhu is such a wonderful person." He understood that Zhu Mao was a spoof, but he had the style of Prince Ma on the Internet in later generations (Xiangrui Yuyi).

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ps: I wrote too much yesterday, and I was a little tired. I'll try it today and see how many words I can stick to. (To be continued)~.< Shuhai Pavilion >-~

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