Fan Jin felt that a beautiful life had opened the door for him.
He was extremely satisfied with the mansion in front of him.
Four acres of land.
In the future, if you don't have billions of assets, do you dare to think about it?
More importantly, he was sleepy.
He also had his eyes on the grape garden.
Yes, Fan Jin's next big plan to make a fortune was to make wine.
Big Ming also has fruit wine, and the price is not low.
Only dignitaries and middle-class families would buy fruit wine.
Grape wine, cider, plum wine, and so on were all considered high-end wines.
Grape wine, in particular, had become famous in the Tang Dynasty. Ever since Song Yuanming, the price of this fruit wine had been much higher than that of yellow wine.
After separating from the Wei father and son.
Fan Jin rushed all the way to the north gate and entered the county.
The county town was much more prosperous than the town.
The main road was in the shape of a Chinese character.
The northernmost street was Yamen Street, and the county government sat facing south.
Then, there were the school, Guandi Temple, Yue Wang Temple, City God Temple, and many other temples.
The second east and west street to the south was where Fan Jin's target was.
Time was limited, so Fan Jin also headed straight for East Street.
He found a shop that burned glass.
He gave her the money, drew a drawing, and made an appointment to come and pick up the bottle.
The wine bottle was made of glass and tried to be transparent. The style was also very elegant and generous.
Compared to the ancients, Fan Jin didn't need the system to be a marketing master.
Next, he went to buy the wine yeast.
It was useless to have grapes without yeast.
Then, he went to the barrel-making shop and ordered twenty large wooden barrels.
At this point, the preparations for brewing the wine were almost complete.
They were just waiting for the contract to be signed.
……
County, Tired and Diligent Academy.
This was a seven-entry mansion.
The main entrance was vast, from the outer hall to the inner hall, from the gate, the ceremonial gate, the second gate, the inner blocking gate, the inner house gate, all the way from the hall to the hall, then to the courtyard, straight to the back garden.
There were also courtyards on the side. Most of the scholars studying in the Academy lived in the courtyards on both sides.
The retired Zhang Huaiyuan was a former censor of the provincial governor of Shandong.
Huang Tang, a fourth-grade official, had been an official for more than 20 years. After he was tired of his hard work, he resigned and returned to his hometown in the South Sea. In a moment of loneliness, he invited a few squires to set up this academy.
Listening to the sound of books every day was also the joy of Zhang Huaiyuan's old age.
In late autumn, the weather turned cold. There was a brazier at Zhang Huaiyuan's feet. There were also braziers at the four corners of the parlor. Not only was the room not cold, but it was also hot and sweaty.
Zhang Shilu, Tang Feng, Wu Minxing, and the other backbones of the Quintessential Academy stood beside Zhang Huaiyuan.
Everyone's expressions were not too good.
Not long after, someone rushed to the door of the reception hall and knocked gently.
"Come in."
Zhang Shilu was the youngest among them, and he had the worst temper. Hearing the knocking on the door, he immediately shouted.
"Greetings, Mountain Chieftain. Greetings, Senior Brothers.”
The person who came in was a trembling Fan Huan.
Zhang Huaiyuan smiled and shook the piece of paper in his hand.
Fan Huan quickly went forward to catch it.
After Zhang shi and Lu Fanhuan finished reading, he asked,""Fan Huan, is this Fan Jin from the Fan Family Village a member of your Fan Family?”
Fan Huan was at a loss.
Although he was only a child, he had never written any good poems.
However, the quality of a poem was still clearly distinguished.
This poem could not be compared to the famous poets of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
However, not to mention Nanhai, even the celebrities of Guangzhou Prefecture would not be able to write it.
It was natural and simple, and the words were precise and appropriate. There was not much of a sculpting aura.
Top-grade, top-grade poetry.
But…
It was actually signed by Fan Jin of the Fan Village in the Wang Clan Gathering…
This completely overturned Fan Huan's understanding!
Fan Jin, this kid, could write such a good poem?
Even if someone were to say that Fan Jin was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Fan Jin would not be as surprised as he was now.
"It's my younger brother, Fan Jin."
When he said these words, Fan Huan was about to cry.
He was still a student studying in the county academy.
In the end…
He was completely crushed by Fan Jin, this clan brother!
The last time they met, he had looked at her with disdain.
"Your brother is not bad." "Ask around when he will come to the county town. I want to see him."”
"Yes, Mountain Chieftain."
"Okay, go ahead."
After Fan Huan left, Zhang Shilu said with a vicious look,""Wei Wenqian is despicable. He's making a name for this Fan Jin everywhere! Now, the people in the city are laughing at our Shuqin Academy. A country bumpkin can write such a good poem. Our academy is known as the elite of the South China Sea. We have been slapped in the mouth.”
This kid was not old, but he had a vicious look on his face, looking like a scoundrel.
Zhang Shilu also passed the imperial examination and became a county magistrate, but he never passed the imperial examination.
In Nanhai, he was known as the bachelor Zhang Shilu.
He bullied men and women, bought and sold by force, and used his special privileges to commit all kinds of crimes in Nanhai County.
He was not even twenty yet, but he was already filled with a vicious aura.
"It's a good thing that there's a rising star in the county." Zhang Huaiyuan chuckled. Since Fan Jin is not a disciple of any academy or family, but a young boy of the Fan family, we might as well find an opportunity to talk to him. It is also a good thing to recruit him to our academy.”
"Yes, Mountain Chieftain."
"Yes, Grandfather."
Everyone present bowed and agreed.
Zhang Shilu's eyes gleamed coldly.
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