Chapter 7 7 Worries

Jiujiang Wei's fleet went down the river in a mighty manner, and there was a lot of excitement along the way.

The merchant ships on the river gave way one after another. Even merchant ships with a strong background did not dare to provoke such a large formation. Didn't you see the flag displayed on the big ship at the head?

The traffic of ships on the Yangtze River is nothing new.

But such a huge fleet is rare. It should not have appeared in decades. Maybe only older people have seen it. When King Ning rebelled, there were also fleets larger than this fleet. A huge navy was required to operate in Poyang Lake and the Yangtze River.

Well, because last night I heard my mother talk about what happened back then. At this time, Wei Guangde accidentally thought of the fleet that covered the sky and the sun in my mother's words.

Such a huge momentum naturally alarmed the people on both sides of the Yangtze River. When the people along the river saw the fleet, they consciously put down their work and rushed to the riverside to watch.

Many people also ran out from the military fort, standing on the river bank and watching from a distance.

After the fleet had passed by and was no longer visible, they continued to walk back. At this time, many old and young people who ran out of the military fort dispersed, and only about ten people were still standing there, watching. A fleet without a shadow.

Those ten or so people are also the remaining young men in the military fort. Dad took away most of the young men in the fort during this expedition, leaving these ten or so men to guard the military fort. The leader of the crowd is Wei Wencai.

After Wei Wencai withdrew his gaze, he turned around and saw Wei Guangde and others walking from a distance.

As they approached, the two brothers looked at each other without saying a word, and then the two groups joined together and returned to the military fort.

After dinner, Wei Guangde still had no intention of practicing calligraphy and ran to his eldest brother's room.

"Brother, call someone later and go to the guard station every now and then to inquire about news. I see they are leaving in such a hurry, I'm afraid there will be a fierce fight in the north."

Wei Guangde sat on the chair and scratched his head and said.

"I know. Don't talk about those things at home in the future. It's nothing to worry about."

Wei Wencai was obviously deeply affected by what he saw in the afternoon, and his mood was not high.

In fact, Wei Wencai has been worried since last night. He didn't want to send anyone to inquire about any news because he was afraid of hearing bad information.

But he also knew that fear would be useless, and now the family still needed him to support him. Although his younger brother Wei Guangde was smart, he was only eleven years old after all.

"You should focus on studying. Your brother and I are not good at studying. If we want to get ahead in the future, we can only count on you."

Wei Guangde only nodded slightly to his elder brother's words, and then the two brothers said something more.

Wei Guangde's performance these days, especially his words and deeds in the past two days, makes Wei Wencai very satisfied and feels that his brother has grown up.

Maybe the Wei family are all the same, with good memories.

Wei Wencai had been in school for a few years, and he knew a lot of calligraphy, but he could not learn beautiful calligraphy. He was always crooked, and he was often slapped by his masters in private schools. After a long time, he got tired of learning. Would love to go again.

As for the subsequent Four Books and Five Classics, the learning process is even more chaotic. Maybe it's not that they can't learn it well, but that they are unwilling to learn it.

Anyway, Father Wei gave up in the end, as the eldest son was destined to take over his official position in a hundred households.

As for Wei Guangde, his calligraphy was slightly better in the past, but it couldn't be said to be beautiful. It could only be said to be passable. It was a little better than Wei Wencai's ghost calligraphy, but only a little.

And now Wei Guangde has naturally regressed to his brother's level.

Because the two brothers had their own things to do tomorrow, Wei Guangde just sat for a while, talked for a while and then left, going back to his room to rest.

Before leaving, Wei Wencai asked Wei Guangde to practice calligraphy. He knew what happened to him in the first place and was afraid that his younger brother would make the same mistake as him. There was only such an official position in the family.

Well, it was actually because of this that he gave up studying, so he dropped out of school early and went home to manage the Hundred Household Office with his father.

But his younger brother Wei Guangde is not doing so well. Although he can hang out in the castle, he will definitely not live a good life.

As an older brother, I naturally hope that my younger brother will have a future, even if he becomes a scholar.

Dad has also saved a lot of money over the years, and Wei Wencai also knows about it. In fact, he is planning to buy some land for Wei Guangde if he can get a meritorious degree in the future, so that he can at least live.

If you are lucky and become a civil servant, that would be even better. At least in Madang, you can go sideways. When the time comes, you can find a job for him and become a civil servant.

When Wei Guangde returned to the house, he naturally didn't want to practice calligraphy. To be honest, he was a little worried about his father who was going on the expedition. He wouldn't be worried if the Weisuo expedition was delayed, but the posture this afternoon.

Lying on the bed, Wei Guangde had random thoughts and fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day, Wei Guangde still lived the same life as the previous day. He got up early in the morning, went to the private school after breakfast, gave lectures in the morning, and practiced calligraphy and was beaten in the afternoon.

A few more days passed like this, and perhaps the master was tired from beating him, and looking at Wei Guangde, he didn't seem to be a student.

The private school teacher who taught them was named Sun Tzu Kang. He was over fifty years old, and his reputation was just that of a scholar. Wei Wencai was trained under him in the beginning.

Before, I saw that Wei Guangde was very smart and could quickly memorize the textbooks he taught. Master Sun still liked Wei Guangde very much.

After starting to practice calligraphy, Master Sun taught very attentively at first, and Wei Guangde was also hardworking. Although the words he wrote were not very outstanding, they were still acceptable.

But in the past few days, Wei Guangde's calligraphy has deteriorated greatly. Master Sun thought it was written by his brother, if it weren't for Wei Guangde's handwriting.

Although he had heard about what happened a few days ago, after all, Wei Guangde had been lying at home for two days and asked Master Sun for leave, but

In the first few days, Master Sun was still patient, thinking that he might have been frightened and his heart had not calmed down. After all, writing still requires calmness, and writing can't be done well if you are impatient.

But after a few days, his patience was exhausted, so he had to pick up the deterrent weapon in the private school - the ruler to teach him a lesson.

The ruler seems to be a super weapon for ancient teachers to deal with students. Master Sun must have been beaten by his teacher in the past, so he seemed so handy when using this weapon, which can be regarded as passed down from generation to generation.

As for Master Sun, in fact, over the past ten years, he had already stopped considering other things and just hoped that a few talents would emerge from his students. The blow of failing the six provincial examinations had completely crushed his ambition.

As he settled down to teach, he naturally paid great attention to the dozens of students under him, and was also carefully looking for seedlings that could make him famous.

Wei Guangde was one of the seedlings he had his eyes on, but unfortunately, it seemed to be useless again.

Wei Wencai was taught by him in the past, but after Wei Wencai said that he would go home to inherit his position, he completely gave up on Wei Wencai.

Fortunately, the Wei family sent Wei Guangde again. After a period of study, Master Sun found that the child's talent was not inferior to Wei Wencai.

What a pity!

Although Master Sun also knew that a good handwriting could only be outstanding in the palace examination, who would want to teach a scholar and juren with a dog-crawling hand? It would be embarrassing!