Chapter 21: The Lecher
When I walked out of the gate of Shen's Mansion, the sun had already set. There was no more noise in front of the gate of Shen's Mansion. There were only scattered voices and occasional crying sounds.
Jiang Chengfeng stretched lazily, looked around, and found a talented scholar in a Confucian robe and silk scarf covering his face and crying, while another talented scholar was trying to comfort him.
Jiang Chengfeng was curious for a moment, so he went over to watch the fun.
"Brother Wenjun, why are you so depressed? It's just that you didn't pass the test! There are many better women out there, why bother looking for them in the Shen Mansion?"
The crying scholar was displeased when he heard this. He stopped crying, glared at his friend, and said angrily: "Brother Zhongyuan, you passed, so of course you can't understand my feelings! I am proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I can recite the Analects of Confucius and Mencius at will, but it's a pity that Miss Shen didn't like me..."
As he said this, Brother Wenjun started to cry loudly again.
Jiang Chengfeng figured it out. It turned out that Brother Zhongyuan, who passed the test, was comforting Brother Wenjun, who failed. This was also human nature.
What made Jiang Chengfeng depressed was that he was not selected, but he cried like a woman. Are scholars these days so delicate?
After thinking about it, Jiang Chengfeng took the initiative to step forward and say hello.
Brother Wenjun and Brother Zhongyuan saw that Jiang Chengfeng was dressed simply and knew that he must be from an ordinary servant family and had never been to school.
Therefore, Brother Wenjun immediately stopped crying, wiped away his tears quickly, and showed the pride and demeanor that a scholar should have. He spread out his folding fan very casually and said proudly, "What do you want from us?"
Jiang Chengfeng smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "You two brothers are both very handsome. I guess you are servants here to apply for a job at the Shen Mansion, right?"
Brother Wenjun and Brother Zhongyuan snorted coldly, showing the "character" of scholars at the right time.
Jiang Chengfeng cursed in his heart, but still had a harmless smile on his face, "Alas, I haven't read much books, so I admire scholars with great learning the most! What I want to ask is, how does the Shen family assess you?"
Brother Wenjun sighed and said nothing, while Brother Zhongyuan was beaming with joy, waving his folding fan and saying casually : "It's nothing, it's just asking us to improvise a poem!"
Jiang Chengfeng was secretly shocked. The test for ordinary servants required them to recite the Thousand Character Classic, The Analects of Confucius, etc., and also to solve brain teasers. However, the test for these talented scholars required them to compose impromptu poems. It seemed that the Shen family had different requirements for people of different levels.
Afterwards, Jiang Chengfeng asked what poem this brother Zhongyuan had written. Brother Zhongyuan was not polite and immediately recited, shaking his head: "The wind from the willows and the river ponds, sweeping through the flowers! Chasing without form, smelling like the spring breeze!"
Jiang Chengfeng secretly laughed. What kind of poems are these? Such poems can actually pass the examination! It seems that the Shen family's requirements for talents are really not ordinary!
After reciting the poem, Brother Zhongyuan glanced at Brother Wenjun beside him and said proudly: "Brother Wenjun, you have never written a poem before, can you write one now?"
Brother Wenjun's face turned red, he scratched his ears and cheeks, and thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.
Jiang Chengfeng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Although I have never been to school, I have always listened to the scholars in the school reciting poems! I can compose a few poems by listening and watching. Why don't I improvise a poem? Please give me some advice!"
After saying that, Jiang Chengfeng also began to chant, shaking his head: "There is a cloud over the river, and a black hole over the well. The yellow dog has white on it, and the white dog has swelling on it!"
This poem is a masterpiece by Zhang Dayou, the founder of doggerel. Jiang Chengfeng suddenly remembered this poem and wanted to tease these two "talented men".
After hearing this, Brother Wenjun and Brother Zhongyuan looked at each other and applauded.
Jiang Chengfeng suppressed his laughter and said with a folded hand: "Shame on you!"
At this moment, a girl's silver bell-like giggle came from not far behind. The three of them turned around at the same time and saw a young lady with bright eyes, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows, laughing with her hands covering her mouth.
"Why is it you?" Jiang Chengfeng recognized her. Wasn't this the girl who spent twenty taels of silver to buy a booklet for him?
When they saw the pretty girl, Wenjun and Zhongyuan's eyes lit up. They walked up to her, bowed politely, introduced themselves, and finally asked her how old she was and whether she had a crush on someone. They were bold and direct.
Jiang Chengfeng was stunned. Aren't these scholars too direct? They are even more direct than the men in later generations!
The little girl blushed at the question, glared at the two talented men, and snorted coldly: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will beat you up!"
Jiang Chengfeng chuckled and said, "Hey, little girl, can't you see that? They want to pursue you!"
The girl's face turned even redder, and the red spread all the way to her neck. She pointed her white jade finger at Jiang Chengfeng and scolded him in a delicate voice, "You lecher, I'll deal with you later!"
After saying that, the girl turned around and ran away.
Jiang Chengfeng touched his nose and asked, "Do I look like a pervert?"
The first time I was called a pervert since I came to this world was because of Meng Jianglin, but I didn't suffer any loss because I touched that girl's butt. But this time, I didn't get any advantage, and suffered a big loss!
Jiang Chengfeng was in a bad mood after being scolded for no reason. He wanted to go to Mantingfang to find some girls to have some fun.
Of course, this was just a thought. He didn't want to be caught by the brothel owner and set on fire.
Lai Fu Restaurant.
Tonight, Luo Dongchuan booked a large private room on the third floor of the restaurant and paid five taels of silver. In theory, he was in charge of this area and didn't have to pay, but the boy was still a little shy and felt embarrassed not to pay.
When Jiang Chengfeng arrived at the private room, he found that there were no less than fifty people in the room. They were drinking happily and toasting each other.
There were only about 20 people at the previous
After thinking for a while, Jiang Chengfeng pulled Luo Dongchuan, who was clinking glasses, aside and asked in a low voice, "What's going on with these extra people ?"
Luo Dongchuan said proudly: "Brother, I took people to raid Hei Hu's hometown this afternoon and found more than 400 taels of silver! And these extra people are all Hei Hu's men. They were scared by our beating, so they joined us! Anyway, we want to expand our influence!"
Jiang Chengfeng smiled bitterly, patted Luo Dongchuan on the shoulder, and said with a bitter smile: "You are still too reckless! I don't object to you expanding your manpower, but you are too anxious! How can you guarantee that these people are following you sincerely? Can you guarantee that there are no spies sent by other bosses among these people?"
Luo Dongchuan is a passionate person who dares to think and act, but he is young after all and lacks social experience. After hearing what Jiang Chengfeng said, he was shocked and his mind became much clearer.
