"This life is over."

Mrs. Tang's tone was faintly sarcastic, and the meaning was self-evident. You, Wu Jie, are talented, but so what? You can't marry my daughter.

You must be happy to know and not think randomly.

It would be fine if you get a scholar's fame, just don't bother.

"I don't understand the lady's words." Wu Jie also smiled softly: "The fame of scholars is just the beginning for Wu Jie. Indeed, Miss Tang is a lady from a wealthy family, and ordinary people are not worthy of her. The lady dislikes Wu Jie as a poor child. Don't you think about what the future will be with my talent and knowledge?"

"Future." Mrs. Tang shook her head: "Are you talking about this autumn examination this year? Wu Jie, I don't think you can pass the exam? Even if you pass by luck, you can guarantee that you will definitely pass the Jinshi? Even if you can pass, how many years will it take?"

"Why is this?"

Mrs. Tang: "Indeed, I admit that you are a talented man, but the name of a talented man cannot guarantee everything. In the imperial examination, three parts are human affairs and seven parts are destiny. God wants you to pass easily. If you don't pass, you will not be able to pass even if you pass twenty or thirty years. Tang Bohu is talented, but after learning about the Yuan Dynasty in the Qiu Examination, he will never go further in his life. How could Xu Qingteng waste his whole life? Thirty old Ming Jing, forty young Jinshi. If you don't pass the Jinshi, you can't become an official. Even if you are a juren, you are still a poor scholar. Do I have the heart to let my daughter suffer for the rest of my life?"

Mrs. Tang simply said: "You are not a suitable candidate, so you should be more responsible and don't have any unreasonable thoughts. Live well. In Xinjin, with my Tang family here, no one can bully you."

"So this is the real thought of the lady. It seems that you don't want to agree to this marriage." Wu Zaoguang looked at Mrs. Tang with bright eyes: "Haha, haha!"

He burst into laughter, laughing loudly throughout the room.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Butler Song shouted: "Wu Jie, in front of your wife, how can you allow you to be arrogant... or... please apologize to your wife quickly."

Wu Jie laughed and then said loudly: "Twenty or thirty years, my wife underestimated me. If I became a scholar and a juren this year, I will be the Jinshi again in the spring of the next year, and I will be the third year, how will my wife feel? That's right, your Tang family is looking at me as poor and can't wait for the day when Wu Jie becomes successful and famous, and I want to regret this marriage and find other children of wealthy families. It's ridiculous that your vision is limited to Sichuan, a remote place. What kind of pattern can you have in your heart?

Although I, Wu Jie, have bad luck and my family's fortunes, my ambitions are not something you can understand. The Tang family insists on marrying Miss Tang to someone. I am not that obsessed with people, so as not to be despised. My wise life is three feet tall, and a scholar, but he has the ambition. When I was a Jinshi and a commoner, I was in a commoner. The wonderful life and the magnificent beauty of life are just like the mountains that cannot be looked at by the towering clouds. How can you look up to?”

After saying two sentences, "How can you understand?", Wu Jie pulled the moth: "Let's go!"

"Stop!" Mrs. Tang was furious: "What an arrogant boy. Who do you think you are, you deserve to be arrogant in front of me. Do you think you are Xie Jin, do you think you are Li Dongyang? Don't forget that I came from the Yang family, and my ancestors of the Yang family were the best talent at that time. You are not qualified to go crazy in front of me."

"Madam, Madam, what a big deal." Butler Song hurriedly bowed and called Wu Jie again: "Wu Jie, why don't you apologize to your wife? How big is it?"

"Bang!" A slap hit Butler Song's face, and Mrs. Tang with a blue face retracted her right hand: "Butler, what do you advise him to do? It's not your turn to speak here! He is just a pervert who can make amazing words with some talent. I have seen sourness in the Yang family before. People come and blow them out for me!"

"Haha, who dares? In a few days, when I win the reputation of a scholar, will you dare to be rude to a scholar with fame and fortune? Are you not afraid of being punished by a scholar?" Wu Jie smiled and looked at the Tang family servant who was about to step forward to take action.

All the Tang family members were afraid.

When Wu Jie and Monzi left, Mrs. Tang slapped the coffee table with a suffocating beauty. Her face was as white as paper, and her lips were so angry that they trembled.

Butler Song then sighed: "Why, madam."

Mrs. Tang took a sip of tea and finally calmed down, then said, "Butler, I punished you just now, don't take it to my heart."

"I dare not, Madam, I shouldn't interrupt." Butler Song couldn't help asking: "Madam, since you even say that Wu Jie is a talented man, your future will naturally be bad. It would be a good thing to promise him the lady."

"You don't know." Mrs. Tang sighed: "You don't know what the imperial examination is. Thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge. Who would say with certainty that he would definitely win, and when? If he can't win for the rest of his life, wouldn't Mi'er have to suffer for the rest of his life? Also, this kid is really hateful!"

She gritted her teeth and said, "I actually divorced my wife last time. I can't bear such a shame and humiliation. I can't even think about this marriage."

Butler Song could only bow his head and say nothing. This sentence was Mrs. Tang’s true thought.

This Mrs. Tang, you really don’t rub the sand in your eyes, why bother?

Mrs. Tang: "By the way, since Wu Jie did not copy the last poetry meeting, he got the first name, so that the prize of 100 taels of silver should be given to him, so as not to make people laugh at me, Tang's family and become fat." She smiled coldly: "You can't let that boy look down on us, butler, you brought the silver to chase him and bring my words to him intact."

...

Wu Jie is not a pretentious person. Since Butler Song sent the money, he did not refuse. He took it and handed it to Moth.

Butler Song looked a little older, with wrinkles on his face: "Young Master Wu, I'm not happy with anything. I hope you don't blame me if you say it."

Wu Jie: "Please say it."

Mr. Song: "Mrs. She is a thriller. She mainly angered the divorce letter you wrote to the Tang family last time. It is not necessary to regret this marriage. Now, the young master is also the first-class talent in Sichuan. If we can marry the Tang family, we will be proud of it. Just... the young master needs to find his uncle, and he comes forward to talk to him, and then go to his wife to avenge him. The wife listens to his uncle's words the most..."

Moth also raised his spirits and looked at Wu Jie: "Young Master, why don't you go and make a crime?"

Wu Jie laughed: "A real man stands in the world, and integrity is the most important thing. This matter is in the Tang family, so what is my fault? If I really bow my head today, how can I be worthy of the word Jie in my name and the word Shizhen?"

He raised his head and walked forward with a big strode.

"Young Master, wait for me." Moth hurriedly chased after him.

Butler Song stood there firmly, and for a long time, his eyes turned red: "Madam and Mrs. Wu are both tough people, and no one is willing to bow their heads first. I just pity the lady... The lady is stuck between them, why are you so innocent..."

Thinking of the sadness, old tears fell down and a cloud of dust rose on the ground.

After sending Butler Wu away, Wu Jie felt a sense of depression in his heart and could not spit it out.

Seeing that the young master looked bad, Moth followed behind with a bag, looking worried, but he didn't dare to say anything.

After walking two streets, Wu Jie gradually felt relieved. When he looked up, he had already arrived at Mule and Horse Market, the most prosperous place in Chengdu. There were bustling crowds around him. When he turned around, he saw that the two spies from the Jinyiwei were still following him from afar.

This made Wu Jie even more troubled. Since you want to follow, just follow me, I don’t bother with you anymore.

Wu Jie stopped leaving, so he simply sat in a tea shop next to him, ordered a pot of clouds and mist, and started drinking leisurely.

The two spies stood on the street opposite and pretended to be chatting.

After a while, suddenly, a gong sounded "Dang!".

Wu Jie looked up and saw that he was a tall and strong man like a door panel. He was carrying a large bundle of white wax poles on his back, and holding a gong in his hand. He shouted in a loud voice: "I've been selling my skills, I've been selling my skills, everyone comes and take a look!"

He actually spoke in an orderly tone.

Wu Jie was happy as soon as he heard this. Others performed their skills. Most of the opening remarks were: "Dear fellow villagers, the young people have suffered difficulties and are in a precious place. Life is not enough, and they have to come and ask for food. Why do we say when we first came? If there is a place where we are sorry, please forgive me. Those who have money will support money, and those who have no money will support personal food!"

This person is so nice, just say: "I've sold my skills, I've sold my skills." This attitude makes my business quality really not very good.

The depression in my heart was relieved a lot. Anyway, Wu Jie couldn't help but stand up and walk over to watch the fun.

After seeing this, I really saw some tricks. Although this man can’t speak and is honest, he has a great ability.
Chapter completed!