After the two sat down, while Chen Qisheng was making tea, Xue Wanche noticed that Chen Qisheng was actually wearing a Confucian robe. He asked curiously: "Boss Shen is still a scholar?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Chen Qisheng was concentrating on pouring water, but just said perfunctorily. After pouring the teapot full of water, he smiled at Xue Wanche and said, "Chen is not talented. He was Jie Yuan in the third year of Tianyuan. Unfortunately, he was not very knowledgeable. After being admitted to the juren, he failed to pass the exam in several exams, so he had to give up his career and go home to inherit his family business."

"It's just that Chen is a scholar after all, and he can't let go of the identity of a literati. In addition, it's very convenient for him to do a lot of things with a juren, so this Confucian robe has become Chen's standard."

Speaking of this, Chen Qisheng said self-deprecatingly: "However, people like me who are covered in a stinky body have a feeling of inappropriateness when wearing this Confucian robe, which often makes me feel ashamed of my Master's teachings."

"Boss Shen is too modest. If you can run such a big business as Qisheng Money House, who is qualified to say that you are full of money?"

Xue Wanche first comforted Chen Qisheng, and then he couldn't help but feel moved when he remembered the third year of Tianyuan. Tianyuan was the year of the old emperor, and it was almost twenty years ago.

Judging from Chen Qisheng's age, he was only in his early forties at most, which means that he had already passed the imperial examination in his teens.

The most important thing is that the third year of Tianyuan was a very special year, and the reason why it was special was because of the imperial examination that year.

The old emperor, Mo Zizai's grandfather, was a model of benevolent monarchs when he was in power, with less labor service and less taxes. Even the laws issued during his reign were the most relaxed in history, and they were usually gently taken over by officials who made mistakes.

If he was not the emperor, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a good man.

But such a good old man was completely angered in the third year of Tianyuan. He cut two of the six ministers directly, and the rest of the officials were even removed.

The fundamental reason is that there was a major fraud in the imperial examination that year, and almost all of the more than 600 juren admitted were from aristocratic families.

Almost no one from ordinary people, merchants, or even poor families could get fame and honor in that year, and Chen Qisheng was able to win the first place in the provincial examination as a merchant that year, which shows its value.

As for the reason why he failed to pass the Jinshi later, Xue Wanche knew very well that he was implicated by the fraud case that year, because those who passed the Juren were all aristocratic families, and the emperor was not able to offend them all, so he did not directly cancel their Juren status, but secretly he directly placed them on the blacklist.

Aren't you cheating? OK, I'll give you the Juren, but I don't even have any Jinshi exams. As long as I'm a Juren of that class, no matter how well I wrote the article, no examiner dares to admit it.

If you dare to accept it, the old emperor will dare to kill you, and by the way, they will directly punish the entire clan on the charge of fraud.

Therefore, it is normal for Chen Qisheng to fail the exam again and again.

"Boss Shen is really...too unlucky."

Xue Wanche, who thought about the consequences, looked at Chen Qisheng with some sympathy, and then asked with a strange look: "But, Boss Shen, why don't you try to get a fame and fortune after the First Emperor ascended the throne?"

After so many years, Chen Qisheng naturally knew the reason for his failure in the exam. He just smiled and said nothing about Xue Wanche's sympathy.

After hearing Xue Wanche’s question, he said lightly: “I’m old and don’t have the same motivation as I used to be.”

"What's more, so many years have passed, and I don't think it's bad to be a businessman."

Xue Wanche narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Qisheng, and intuition told him that Chen Qisheng must have not told the truth, but the two did not have any friendship. Everyone said that, and it was obvious that it was inappropriate for him to ask again.

So he picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly. After a moment, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said in admiration: "Good tea!"

"Shen has no other hobbies, just loves tea. Therefore, when an old friend came from Meizhou, he brought some Meizhou's Que Tongue Tea to Chen."

Chen Qisheng laughed and said, "It's rare that Lord Xue likes it too. When Lord Xue leaves later, Chen will pack half a pound for Lord Xue."

"Put the stove to cook the bird's tongue, sprinkle water to clean the dragon's beard."

After taking another sip of tea, Xue Wanche sighed sincerely: "It is worthy of being a sparrow tongue, and the fragrance is indeed strong."

"But just take it away. With my salary and treasures, I really have no blessing to enjoy such precious tea."

"Mr. Xue is so noble, Chen admires it."

Chen Qisheng observed Xue Wanche silently and found that he did not pretend to shirk it, so he stopped insisting, but changed his words and said, "Since that's the case, Chen is not going to be able to force himself."

"But if sir, you must come to my Qisheng Money House to sit more often. If you drink such a treasure alone, it would be too boring."

Chen Qisheng's words were quite sincere, as if he really lacked a friend who sat and drank tea. This made Xue Wanche, who had originally planned to refuse, hesitate for a moment. Thinking of the strong aroma of Que Tongue Tea, he couldn't help but nodded subconsciously, "If this is the case, he might be inevitably bothering Boss Shen in the future."

"Sitting and drinking tea is a happy life, so why bother me?"

Chen Qisheng raised his teacup and said to Xue Wanche: "Mr. Xue, please."

"good!"

Xue Wanche raised the teacup and slowly drank the remaining tea. At the same time, he thought in his heart that if he had the chance in the future, it would not be a bad thing to come here more often.

However, the premise of all this is that Chen Qisheng can escape this disaster. Otherwise, let alone come to have a tea, it is hard to say whether he can still see Chen Qisheng in a complete way.

Xue Wanche put down the teacup and while Chen Qi was pouring tea, he spoke: "Don't be satisfied with Boss Shen, I am here this time because I am doing official duties."

After Chen Qisheng poured the teacups of the two men to seventy-four, he put down the teapot and said very simply: "Mr. Xue, please say that as long as Chen can do it, he will never refuse."

Looking at Chen Qisheng's straightforward attitude, Xue Wanche had no slight fluctuations in his heart. Someone had said this to him before, but after he finished asking for money, he took out a total of 100 taels, and it was all scattered. Even the stool that Xue Wanche sat under his butt at that time. Xue Wanche was so angry that he almost chopped him on the spot.

So this time Xue Wanche has never been expecting much in his heart for a long time, and directly told him that His Majesty was short of money and wanted them to raise some donations.

"The treasury is short of money..."

After hearing Xue Wanche say it, Chen Qisheng frowned, held the teacup and pondered for a while but didn't say anything. The atmosphere in the quiet room suddenly became silent.
Chapter completed!