When Wen Chou returned to Guan Temple again, it was already late, and there were a few sparse lights in the official house, indicating the desertedness of the official house at this time.

"Mr. Wen, I'm back, is it going well today?" But it was Ah Erxiang Wen Chou who welcomed him.

"It's okay, I finally searched all the injured and injured families." Wen Chou handed the reins to A Erdao and asked again: "Is there anyone else who is away yet?"

"It's gone, it's gone, Wenjun, you are busy with official duties and you're back late," said A Eryan.

"In this way, I will close the gate of the courtyard!" Wen Zhaowenyan turned around and closed the gate of the courtyard, searched for the gate boot again, and put the gate boot at the gate boot.

"Haha, I'm here to Wenjun." A Er's voice came from afar.

Wen Chou found Du Yi's residence that day, and now it was Wen Chou's living place. He had already packed up and stopped working in the morning after being sleeping.

"Mr. Wen, I haven't found a burnt stone, why didn't I light the light?" A Er's shout came from outside the door, followed by a burst of footsteps. Burnt stone, that is, flint, is used to make fire.

"That's right, I found the head of the bed, but it was not seen under the desk." Wen Chou replied inside the house.

A Er went into the house and searched but couldn't find it. He muttered, "This old man Zhang has put the burnt stone there!"

After a while, A Er raised the Dengzhan and said to Wen Chou: "Wait for a while, I'll go beside you and ignite you."

"It's okay, you go." Wen Chou also stopped exploring in the house.

A Er lit the lamp and came to the house with protection and said to Wen Chou: "Wenjun, when Mr. Zhang was tidying up the house, he threw away the burnt stones that were originally used, but forgot to get the new ones!" He also handed the burnt stones that were newly received in his hand to Wen Chou.

With the lights, the room suddenly became bright.

Wen Chou took the burnt stone and nodded and said, "Do you use oil lamps at night in the cottage?"

"That's right, only Wenjun can use the lamps, and others only provide malt food." A Erdao.

"In this way, the hometown has been well-off recently, so you can consider buying more lamps." Wen Zhaowenyan pondered for a moment.

Lamp oil is more expensive than erectile dysfunction. It is much more erectile dysfunction, and it is very uncomfortable to have a fumigation of eyes and nose.

"That's the best!" A Er said happily. He turned his eyes and said, "Mr. Wen, if nothing happens, I will step down first."

"Well, you've been busy for the middle of the night, go and rest!" Wen Chou waved his hand and said.

A Er withdrew and took the door with him casually. Wen Chou walked alone to the bed and sat down. Seeing the lights swaying, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

In January, he finally got the master of this country. He took the first step to attack the world in this troubled times. However, at the beginning of his tenure, he still had a lot of things that he had to do, such as paying homage to the three elders, checking documents, comforting the refugees, and harvesting wheat, and so on.

Wen Chou thought: "If you can achieve political achievements and win the complete recognition of the prime minister, you can be promoted again. If you win another group of people, you can be considered a small prince; if you can successfully win Jiang Cheng's allegiance, a large number of talents will be famous for their investment, wowkaka..."

Wen Chou’s association was opened. Fortunately, it was reasonable and well-founded at first, but later it became a little imaginary. After a day of hard work, sleepiness quickly came. Wen Chou fell asleep and the lamp oil in the lamp quickly burned out.

The night has returned to its original appearance, as silence and dark as primitive.

...

The next day, April officially entered!

Wen Chou had breakfast and explained some things to the left-behind village men, then embarked on the itinerary to the Chenpan.

On both sides of the road, there are wheat fields with full ears and round wheat grains. Some of the branches and leaves under the wheat stems have begun to turn yellow. It is said that the harvest season is coming. It was at this time more than ten years ago that Jiang Cheng drove his family from this road to the hut and settled his house.

Chenpanli is a mile under the jurisdiction of Yangchun Pavilion, Nansi Pavilion in Shahe Township, about six or seven miles away from the township temple. Wen Chou yesterday, he searched most of the pavilions in the township the day before yesterday. Although he had never visited Chenpanli, he was very familiar with the location and the road leading to it.

Wen Chou rode a horse for only a quarter of an hour and then took it into his eyes. There were about sixty or seventy families with scattered branches in the inner wall. Going forward a little further, Wen Chou raised his eyes and saw a horizontal plaque hanging on the inner door with the words "Chen Panli" written on it.

The inner prison gate saw him in the school room, jumped up from the mat, put on his shoes, and hurried out to greet him. - Wen Chou was wearing an official suit, a blue ribbon, a half-sealed seal, and a high-headed horse. In recent days, Wen Chou visited the village, and he was appointed as the township and had already spread throughout the village. Now, in order to show his respect for Jiang Cheng, he changed into casual clothes and dressed in official suits. The prison gate recognized him at a glance.

He fell to the ground and said, "The little man is in charge of the gate in Chenpan, and pays homage to Wenjun."

"Get up. I'm here to visit the third elder Mr. Jiang today." Wen Chou was so angry that he hurriedly reached out to help him up.

The prison gate there was busy and respectfully bowed twice before he stood up, lowered his eyebrows and said, "A few days ago, I heard that Wen Jun was wise and powerful. He first led people to seize the thief at Taolin Fortress, and then went into the thief camp to kill the thief chiefs! This will relieve the danger of the people being overwhelmed. He also heard that since he took office, he has not forgotten the people who have made contributions. It is a great blessing for the villagers!"

Wen Chou was quite surprised and looked at the prison gate here, thinking to himself, "A prison gate actually has such words?" He asked, "Have you ever studied?" The prison gate is a low-key position, and the people who come and see him are humble. Usually, no scholar is willing to take this position?

"When I was young, I studied in the village school. Later, Jiang's father settled in the brothel. In recent years, he has opened a library to teach young people. The villain admires Jiang Gong's moral education, so he has been studying since then."

"Oh, so, you are Mr. Jiang's disciple!" Wen Chou said in surprise.

"There are dozens of people under Mr. Jiang's sect, and only eight disciples are. The villain is dull and stupid, and he can only follow the horse's tail and become a child."

The Han Dynasty inherited the legacy of the pre-Qin period. Generally speaking, "those who teach their own professions are disciples, and those who teach them to be disciples, the disciples are taught by teachers, and the disciples are taught by students again."

After all, a person's energy is limited, especially for older people, when there are many disciples, they cannot teach each of them in person in person, so their disciples can only teach on behalf of the teacher.

For example, in the pre-Qin period, Confucius, a private school ancestor, had three thousand disciples, and they could not have been taught by Confucius personally! Besides, Zheng Xuan, a great scholar of Confucianism in this dynasty, first joined the great scholar Ma Rong, and was a "disciple". He had not met a teacher in three years, so he could only listen to his disciples transfer to each other.

Wen Chou was amazed. A disciple had such knowledge. So what kind of person are the "Eight Great Disciples"? His understanding of Jiang Cheng was only his words and deeds of working together in recent months and his reputation as Jiang Gong was respected in the hometown. In addition, Du Yi previously said that he believed that he was secretly named for the disaster of the party and imprisonment! He didn't know anything else. He thought to himself: "Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid he is really a famous scholar!"

"What's your name?" Wen Chou looked at the inner prison sect with interest.

"Little Man Chen Ning"

Wen Chou smiled and said, "Chen Ning, lead the way and lead me to visit Master You."

Chen Ning led the way forward and led Wen Chou to outside the Jiang family courtyard.

The Jiang family may have settled late, located deep in the alley, facing south and north, with the courtyard not very large, with loess as the wall, and the wood door was covered with empty space. Chen Ning asked Wen Chou to wait, and pushed the door open, stood outside the steps, and asked respectfully: "Is the Master here? You are here to visit."

After a while, I heard someone coming out of the yard. Before I saw him, I heard his voice first. A man replied, "The Master is at home. It's Brother Mingzhi, and Wenjun, please come in..." He heard his voice very clearly.

Jiang Cheng had three sons, namely Jiang Zhi, Jiang Hui, Jiang Xuan. Jiang Zhi, Jiang Hui, Jiang Hui, and Jiang Hui were all married, and Jiang Xuan had not yet won the crown. The one who came out to greet Jiang Cheng's third son Jiang Xuan, who was wearing a wide dress and a belt, with a long robe and a big sleeve, but looked very handsome. Seeing Wen Chou and Chen Ning holding the sleeves of the robe with their hands, Chen Ning bowed to each other, and finished the ceremony. He said, "I didn't know that Wen Jun had come, and he had never welcomed him, but it was a sin!"

"What sin? If you want to say that the sin is me, the evil guest!" Wen Chou smiled. "Where is Mr. Jiang?"

"Follow me, my father is waiting for Wenjun in the lobby!" Jiang Xuan smiled apologetically and turned around to lead the way.
Chapter completed!