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Chapter 101

Yang Mutao twirled the tea cup, took a breath, and said: "Why is he jealous of you?"

Fang Zichen shrugged: "Isn't it obvious? He is jealous that I am handsomer than him!"

Yang Mutao: "... "..."

Fang Zichen touched his hairless chin, and the more he talked, the more he felt that this was the case. Otherwise, if he had never offended Hao Desheng, why would Hao Desheng target him when he saw him? He is not a big enemy. He has never let him down or owes him any money.

He said firmly: "Yes, that's right, that's it. The case has been solved! Damn, I really resented being beaten."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

You were beaten?

Fang Zichen was riding on him, and when Hao Desheng swung his fist at him, he dodged left and right, as slippery as a loach, and Hao Desheng's fist never touched him.

Fang Zichen continued: "You have a face that is harmful to the country and the people. Do you blame me?"

Yang Mutao: "..."

He really couldn't listen and lectured a few words with a serious face.

The fat master knocked on the door and personally brought in a plate of snacks. When he left, he told Yang Mutao tactfully that Fang Zichen was still young, had a bad temper, and was inevitably impulsive. Just give him a few words of advice and don't be angry.

Fang Zichen glanced at the fat master... so loyal.

Yang Mutao only felt that the two of them were venting their anger out of the same nostril. This boy Fang was really capable of winning people's hearts. Now everyone in the Zuixiao Tower, from shopkeeper Yang to the lady who washes vegetables and down to the boy who sweeps the floor, had an affair with him. .

But this kid looked promising, so he tried hard to persuade him not to be so impulsive when encountering problems in the future, but to think about the consequences of everything.

Fang Zichen stood upright, with a military posture, his chest held out, his hands tightly pressed against his legs, as if he was listening to the instructions with an open mind.

Seeing this, Yang Mutao was feeling relieved when he saw Fang Zichen reaching for the snack and eating it in front of him without any courtesy.

"I'm a little hungry!" Fang Zichen said, "I was busy fighting at noon, and I haven't had time to eat yet. Now I feel a little weak in my limbs, my head is a little dizzy, and my eyes are a little blurry. I'll eat two snacks to replenish some energy. Just keep talking, I'll listen!"

"..." Yang Mutao was heartbroken.

While he was scolding him, Fang Zichen didn't feel flustered, ashamed, reflected in time, and was still in the mood to have a snack?

Moreover, if this snack is for him, he will eat it!

Yang Mutao asked: "What did I just say?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Don't ask.

If you ask, you just don't know.

Yang Mutao lectured him earnestly for most of an hour. It was the first time he was being lectured. Fang Zichen listened to a few words with some interest, but after a few words he couldn't listen anymore.

His left ear connected directly to his right ear, and there was a line between the two ears. Yang Mutao's words went in through the left ear one second and out the right ear the next, completely out of his head.

The fat master said he was here to bring snacks to Yang Mutao, but this sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake was Fang Zichen's favorite. Knowing that he would be busy fighting at noon and hadn't eaten yet, the fat master brought in a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake. .

Fang Zichen was so focused on pastries that he didn't remember what Yang Mutao said.

Anyway, that's all he said. He understood the truth, so there was really no need to listen to it again.

Yang Mutao felt bad when he saw him holding snacks and smiling coquettishly at him.

I wanted to have a son before, so I "broke my family" and married eighteen concubines. I worked hard day and night, but in the end I only had a little brother.

It was a pity before, but now I see that Fang Zichen refuses to listen to instructions, refuses to eat oil or salt, and you do what you say, and I do what I do, and now I feel that it is better not to have a son.

If he were to give birth to a boy like Fang, he would probably die young.

Yang Mutao pointed at the door and said, "Get out of here."

"Hey~" Fang Zichen had just chewed half of the snack in his hand. He stuffed it into his mouth and grabbed two more snacks with his free hand. It's gone.

Yang Mutao: "..."

Yang Mingyi used to study with Fang Zichen for half an hour a day, and then go back home after studying. However, recently he stayed in Zuixiao Tower later and later, and he didn't want to go back until it was dark.

As a lonely man, he wasn't worried about what would happen between him and Fang Zichen. When Fang Zichen looked at his brother, his eyes were clear and there were no such things. He was just worried that he, the only brother, had stayed with Fang Zichen for a long time. Such a bastard temper.

"Don't imitate him in the future," he said.

Yang Mingyi lowered his eyes and hummed lightly.

Hao Desheng was embarrassed in public. They all wore the uniforms of Anhe Academy. Although they were in tatters, except for the private schools of some scholars in Fu'an Town, only Anhe Academy was the most famous.

The hospital uniform turned into ashes, and the common people recognized it.

The news that the students of Anhe Academy had eaten the Overlord meal spread throughout the town almost as soon as Hao Desheng left.

The academy's century-old reputation was "ruined". After an investigation, it was found that the students in Ji Fuzi's class were responsible, and the dean gave Ji Fuzi a slap in the face.

Master Ji called Hao Desheng to ask, and when he found out the whole story, he hated Fang Zichen to the core.

He sent a greeting note and met with Yang Mutao in person, implying that he asked Fang Zichen to publicly 'apologise' to them.

Asking Fang Zichen to apologize, Yang Mutao thought it was impossible. Master Ji had some reputation in the town, but that reputation was not enough for Yang Mutao.

"This... I'm afraid it won't work." He declined politely.

Master Ji had a sullen face and snorted: "Boss Yang is planning to protect him?"

"It doesn't count as protecting him, right?" Yang Mutao laughed: "He has a stubborn temper, I'm afraid he won't listen to me."

He felt If he spoke like this to Fang Zichen, then Fang Zichen would probably be able to knock him down with one fist.

"He works in your shop, how can he disobey you?" Master Ji placed the teacup heavily, and all the unfinished tea in the teacup spilled out: "Does Boss Yang intend to give me face?"

Yang Mutao drank tea by himself and did not say anything. The implication was already quite obvious.

His father-in-law was the dean of Fuzhou Academy. Although Master Ji was annoyed that he would not give him face, he did not dare to do anything else.

He didn't dare to be angry with Yang Mutao, so he could only vent his anger on Fang Zichen.

He went to Zuixiao Tower to look for Fang Zichen, but on the day he went, Fang Zichen happened to be resting and saw no one.

Lao Wang didn't know about it and asked him to vouch for Fang Zichen, but he was very angry.

"Then what should we do?" Fang Zichen sat aside, slightly troubled, and the snacks were no longer tasty.

Lao Wang thought for a while and gave him some advice.

"You can go to Boss Yang. He should be able to help you."

"Huh? Him? Is he a scholar? Is he so secretive? I can't even tell." Fang Zichen said.

"No." Lao Wang said: "His father-in-law was the Juren Ye of Daxia in 1993."

The child student examination requires a scholar and four villagers to vouch for it. The scholar in the front refers to the lowest gate and the lowest requirements. But if the student who is referred has the ability and can invite the master of juren, he will be the county magistrate, the number one scholar, and the prime minister. My lord, if the emperor comes to vouch for him, that's no problem. It doesn't have to be a scholar. Fang

Zichen stood up: "Then I'll go find him."

Lao Wang grabbed him and said, "Don't worry, just listen to me."

Lao Wang is not very old, but he already has the problems of the elderly, especially Fang Zichen likes to nag. If it were normal, Fang Zichen could chat with him a few words, but this time it would not work: "It's getting dark, and I'm still rushing home for dinner. You keep your story short!"

It's too late at this point, and The scientific examination was coming up in a few days and the guarantor hadn't been found yet. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, and he was still thinking about that bite of food. Lao Wang hated iron and steel, so he rolled his eyes at him and asked: "Is it more important to eat or to take the imperial examination?" ?"

Fang Zichen was silent and his eyes rolled.

What is the imperial examination for?

At first it was to avoid military taxes, but to put it bluntly, some of them were motivated by personal ambitions, wanting to serve the country and the people and shine a light on the Great Xia Dynasty.

There are also some people who simply want to get ahead, to be on the throne of power, to have money, to be warm and well-fed, to not have to rely on others, to not be oppressed.

Fang Zichen had not thought so much before, and was not so vulgar. Back then, he was an upright, positive and youthful young man with a passionate heart to serve the country and the people.

When he first came here, he thought that if it didn't work out, he

would just rely on his face to eat. It wasn't until he was hungry all night, almost starved to death, and ate several meals of wild vegetables... that he finally came to his senses.

Now, he just wants to solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Only when you have enough food and clothing can you think about other things.

Now the family has no money. Although Brother Zhao has made some money, it is far from enough.

He is the most unlucky time traveler in history. He doesn't have a gold finger, and he swiped his card casually, and ended up with no house, no car, no savings... In modern times, he is afraid that he will end up in a nursing home and die alone.

But good people are rewarded. He acted bravely when he saw justice. God opened his eyes and he got a husband and a son. But the husband worked hard every day and couldn't make out with the stool in one day. His son was as thin as a wild monkey. He put aside his ambitions for now. Bar! The first thing now is to eat well and wear warm clothes.

Lao Wang saw that he was silent for a moment, as if he was seriously reflecting.

"I still think eating is more important." Fang Zichen said.

"...You won't starve to death even if you don't eat even one meal." Lao Wang said angrily.

Fang Zichen curled his lips.

It won't kill him, but it will starve his dear husband and lovely little son.

Lao Wang was right. That was because the relationship between Yang Mutao and his father-in-law was not very good.

His first wife is Mrs. Yang's niece, and the ninth concubine is the daughter of Mr. Wu, who was elected to the throne.

Although Mr. Wu did not hold an official position, he had many disciples, and he only had one husband.

It was difficult for my brother to get pregnant, and Wu Juren was famously in love with her. His husband worked hard for her, and he only had one son and one daughter in his life.

Wu Juren loved his only daughter very dearly and secretly looked after her at the age of sixteen.

That man was a student in his academy. He was good-looking, upright, and diligent in his studies. He was awarded the title of Scholar at the age of nineteen, and his family was well off, and his parents were very good people to get along with.

He originally wanted to bring him and his daughter together, but unexpectedly, during the Ghost Festival of the 18th year, she met Yang Mutao on the street.

Yang Mutao, a businessman, is very talkative, and he has traveled extensively and has a wide range of knowledge.

The daughter of Miss Wu's boudoir, she had never traveled far away, and the "world of flowers" in Yang Mutao's words fascinated her.

From Yang Mingyi's appearance that can compete with Fang Zichen, we can see that Yang Mutao was probably not bad looking when he was young.

Not long after the two came into contact, he abducted Wu Juren's treasure back to Fu'an Town.

Yang Mutao's concubine at that time was just enough to make two tables of mahjong, and since he was a businessman, the family had no shortage of food and clothing. However, there were so many people in the backyard, and his daughter was naive and ignorant. She was afraid that she would only be bullied. Wu Juren disagreed.

But there was nothing she could do if she didn't agree. Wu Huifang insisted on getting married. When her eyes turned red, Wu Juren had no choice but to go on a hunger strike, cry, make trouble, and hang herself.

It took several years after Wu Huifang was married to give birth to a brother to Yang Mutao.

Because I was injured during childbirth, I passed away within two years.

Wu Juren didn't like Yang Mutao. Although he often went to Fu'an Town over the years, he always came for his only grandson. He also stayed in an inn and never stepped foot into Yang's house.

Now let Yang Mutao help. Even if he wanted to help, Wu Juren might not be happy.

Fang Zichen waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll call Brother Yi to help me."

Lao Wang pondered for a moment and said: "This is feasible. I heard people say that Wu Juren loves his grandson very much. If he is willing to do it for me, If you ask, Wu Juren should be able to agree. "

Once there are too many women in the backyard, it will become chaotic and messy.

Yang Mingyi always stayed in Zuixiao Tower until night before going back.

Fang Zichen waved to Lao Wang and ran to Zuixiao Tower to find Brother Yi.

It was rare for him to speak, so Yang Mingyi agreed.

It was getting late, and the important matter was settled, so Fang Zichen hurried home.

Brother Zhao and Ersha are still waiting for him to come home for dinner!

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From a distance, he saw the boy sitting on the gate railing of the courtyard with messy hair.

His two little hands, which were still slightly waxy, were dragging his cheeks, staring fixedly into the distance, as if he was thinking about some profound issue.

The high-speed running CPU needs to be blown away to dissipate heat. His hairstyle at the moment is like Einstein's, wild and unruly. Behind him is a dilapidated adobe house. On the mountain in late autumn, withered trees and fallen leaves, everything is depressed, which adds a little bit to him. The aura of melancholy, this small appearance, even as an adult without a few car loans and house payments, this melancholy temperament cannot be expressed.

"Smash it." Fang Zichen shouted.

The boy's eyes lit up, he ran over to hold his hand, raised his big head, and said sweetly: "Father is back, boy, I miss you."

"I miss you, too." Fang Zichen said, touching his head.

After having dinner in the evening and coaxing the good boy to sleep, Brother Zhao told Fang Zichen that he had already asked the clan elder, village chief, He Daleng and Uncle Liu to vouch for him, but he could not find the scholar. to people.

Fang Zichen gently stroked his frown and said, "It's okay, I've found the person, you don't have to worry."

If Yang Mingyi works hard, he should be able to get the letter tomorrow.

Wu Juren happened to be in Fu'an Town at the moment. As soon as Fang Zichen left, Yang Mingyi asked Xiao Si to load the carriage and immediately set off to find Wu Juren.

Wu Juren hurt him so much that when Yang Mingyi told him what had happened, he immediately wrote a handwritten letter and stamped it with the seal of the Qingwen Academy.

This matter is settled.

Fang Zichen slept peacefully with Brother Zhao in his arms, but the Heda Leng family, the clan's hometown, and Uncle Liu's family exploded.

Chapter 102

These families were shocked by the sudden news.

Boy Fang is going to take the scientific examination?

He was not just playing, nor was he joking, but he was really going to take the scientific examination!

Scientific examination!

Why is this so sudden?

Isn't he working in Zuixiao Tower? Why did you suddenly take the science exam?

Don't blame them for being surprised.

The village chief's family had received the news in advance and had known about this for a long time, but when Brother Zhao came to the door, they still felt that it was like a dream.

He Daleng, the patriarch's family, and the Liu family even pulled Brother Zhao to ask again and again if it was true.

Aunt Liu is familiar with Brother Zhao, and she asks questions carefully.

"Brother Zhao, is this not a joke?"

Brother Zhao shook his head and said seriously: "It's true."

"Why are you suddenly going to take the scientific examination?" Aunt Liu was collecting shoe soles in the hall. In this case, the embroidery needle pricked my hand directly, causing some blood.

She hissed, put it in her mouth, and finally stopped: "Why does he want to take the science test?"

Brother Zhao replied: "It's not sudden, I had this plan before."

"Then I didn't listen to you before. I said it." Aunt Liu looked at Brother Zhou. Brother Zhou and Brother Zhao have the best relationship. They are similar in age. Brother Zhao will tell Brother Zhou some things, but he may not talk to him.

Brother Zhou shook his head at her, meaning that he didn't know either.

He was no less surprised than Aunt Liu at this moment.

Fang Zichen works every day and occasionally wanders around the village. He can't be so loud as to catch people and say, "I'm going to take the scientific examination."

Therefore, the person next to him knew about this matter earlier.

He vowed to take the Tongsheng Examination, as if he was determined to win, but Brother Zhao always felt that this matter was in doubt.

He didn't know much about the imperial examination, he only knew that it existed.

There is not much entertainment for the people in the village. After dinner in the evening, before it gets dark, there will always be people gathering in the grain drying field to chat about household matters.

Most of the time they talked about useless gossip. Someone's husband and wife were quarreling again today. The corn in the field didn't grow as well as last year. The widow at the head of the village wore a new floral dress yesterday. Soon after, Just said one or two serious things.

But they are all from rural areas, and they spend their days wandering around the few acres of land at home. They don't know much about the things outside. Most of them go to work in the town and only have a partial understanding of what others say.

What you hear from hearsay cannot be taken seriously.

But Brother Zhao believed it.

It's not that he is simply easy to deceive, he just thinks about it as a thought that supports his survival.

······Scientific examination, if it goes well, the trend will definitely be that of a child, a scholar, or a scholar.

If Fang Zichen's ability was as good as his tone, then he could leave Xiaohe Village, then go to Fucheng, and then... the capital.

He wanted to go home.

The thought of going home filled his mind all the time.

Day after day, year after year, this thought never stops.

When the Ma family was being bullied, when he was suffering, when the cold winter made him huddle up and shiver, the good boy smiled sweetly at him and watched Ma Xiaoshun eating candied haws, while his son could only be treated like he did back then. This thought was strongest when he was scolded, scolded, pushed aside, and then hid to peek and secretly swallow.

At that time, whenever he stopped and took a breath, he would subconsciously look towards the entrance of the village.

He didn't know where the capital was, but he felt that when he came, he took the road at the entrance of the village, so that road must lead to the capital, and the capital should be in that direction.

Home is also in that direction.

He also wants to go home now, but... this idea is not as strong as before.

For more than ten years, no matter how strong the feelings for my family and my parents were, they were wiped away by repeated expectations and disappointments.

Now, wherever Fang Zichen is, wherever he is, it belongs to him

. With Fang Zichen, it seems that it is not that important anymore whether he can go home or not.

Moreover, the capital city is thousands of miles away.

Kidnapped when he was a child, he and twelve other children of his own age were bound hand and foot by human traffickers and crowded into a simple carriage. As the carriage jolted, they traveled over mountains and rivers, sleeping rough and rough on the road. The traffickers had no conscience. If he shouts, cries, or makes trouble, he will be beaten.

When I was hungry, I could only eat hard steamed buns with wild vegetables.

Because it was the first time he suffered, the dark days of hiding for more than three to four months left a particularly deep impression on him.

If there was no imperial examination, he told Fang Zichen that Fang Zichen loved him so much that he would definitely take him there. However, let alone the long and difficult journey, these years were turbulent and gangsters were rampant outside. If he met someone who only wanted money, he would return the favor. There is a way to survive, but if you are robbing wealth and sex, there is only one way to die.

The Great Xia Dynasty emphasized literature, and the law stipulated that anyone who harmed a distinguished scholar without reason would be investigated to the end by the court, and serious cases would be hanged.

Moreover, the imperial court will award a jade pendant that symbolizes grade to a scholar who passes the exam, which is much better than Lu Yin, and does not need to be inspected and interrogated by the soldiers guarding the city.

Therefore, if Fang Zichen has fame, the road will be safer and more convenient.

Another thing is that if you don't have a hundred taels of silver to go back to Beijing, you won't be able to get there without the means of transportation, food, clothing, and accommodation along the way.

Where can they get so much money?

In the past, wanting to go home was his biggest desire. Now that he has Guaizi, his biggest desire is for his child to be healthy, well-fed and clothed, and grow up safely.

Now, the desire has changed again.

Even more greedy.

Fang Zichen was so proud of his face that he wouldn't tell anyone about the imperial examination. If everyone in the village knew about it, then his husband would fail the examination again. According to his virtue, he would probably die of embarrassment. Yue's probably wouldn't even dare to go out, and when he finds out that it was him who spread the news, he'll really be beaten.

Now I have to ask someone to vouch for it, but I have to say it.

The fact that Fang Zichen was going to take the children's examination was very sudden to Aunt Liu and the others. After the surprise, they felt that it was nonsense.

They have never participated in the scientific examination, but they know that this scientific examination is not something that ordinary people can pass.

There are no barriers to the county examination. All you have to do is register if you have the time, courage, and guts.

When we got to the imperial examination, we started to set up gates.

It does not open the door as widely as the county examination. Only those who pass the county examination can participate in the next round of prefecture examination.

Only after passing the government examination can you take the college examination.

The gate bars are getting higher and higher.

Every year, candidates for the county examination are like crucian carp crossing the river. They all have delusions and always want to try.

Thousands of troops and horses cross the single-plank bridge, tens of millions of people, after several exams, not even one of them survives.

Not to mention those who know two words and want to "try it". Those who came from serious academies and studied hard in private schools for scholars for many years received orthodox education and kept their eyes on books every day. They worked hard, but Those people who took the exam had to take the exam again and again. They took the exam eight/nine times and still failed.

Like Scholar Wang from Xiaorong Village.

Those who were lucky enough to pass the county examination also failed in the government examination.

Fu'an Town has not produced a scholar in nearly ten years.

There are only a few Tongsheng.

How great the competition is, how rigorous the examinations are, and how difficult the imperial examinations are, you can get a glimpse of it from this small number of people.

For He Daleng and Aunt Liu, Han Chuang had studied hard for decades and read a book every day. It was reasonable for those people to go to the scientific examination. But Fang Zichen...

they knew that he could read, but They don't know whether the knowledge is "extensive" or not, and how much it weighs.

He works every day, and there are so many guests coming and going in Zuixiao Building, so he must be busy enough. Moreover, none of them have seen him read a book, is that okay?

The town was very lively these two days, and the talk was all about scientific examinations. Even people in the village who were not familiar with the world heard it a few times.

It's probably because young people don't know what's going on and think they can do anything, so they blindly follow the trend and join in the fun!

No matter what everyone thinks, Fang Zichen can have such courage. Brother Zhao also came to visit him personally. Regardless of whether he can pass the exam or not, he is working in Zuixiaolou. He knows so many people and has such a wide network. Can he help? What I need to help, and it's not a big deal, is to stamp my fingerprint on the guarantee letter. Now that they have done this favor, the other party owes them a favor. If anything happens in the future, they will have the nerve to ask for help.

Early the next morning, the village chief came with He Daleng and Uncle Liu.

Brother Zhao spent 20 yuan to rent the ox cart from the village chief's house. After all, he was asking for help. He was too embarrassed to let people walk to the town.

The four guarantors gathered together. In the morning, Brother Zhao got up early and steamed a dozen steamed buns. Fang Zichen washed his face and helped Brother Zhao lift the basket of chili sauce to the oxcart. Good boy, sit on it.

Brother Zhao distributed the buns to the village chief and others.

The one he made was big and filled with enough stuffing to satisfy two people.

Because they were in such a hurry, everyone hadn't had breakfast yet.

My stomach was empty. It was very foggy in the morning. A steaming bun made me feel much warmer.

Big white buns, they only dare to eat them like this during the New Year and holidays, and Brother Zhao still knows how to be a good person.

The Yamen usually 'opens' at nine o'clock, but the advance of the imperial examination came suddenly, and time was very tight. At this time, students who were taking the child examination had to be registered, so the Yamen opened early.

Fang Zichen asked Brother Zhao to sit next to him. He was afraid that the boy would catch a cold, so he stuffed him into his clothes. The boy's head leaked out from his collar, and the father and son seemed to be wearing the same clothes.

He is an eighteen-year-old boy. It is when his body's metabolism is at its strongest. His blood is hot and his body temperature is high. He will stick to him tightly, and he will feel like he is lying in a warm quilt.

He put his arms around Fang Zichen's neck, buried his face in his neck, rubbed it, and said: "Father, please warm me up."

His voice was still sleepy, and his long eyelashes swept his neck as he blinked. Fang Zichen I felt itchy very much, so I kissed his soft little face and said, "Good boy, you can sleep a little longer. Father will call you when you get there."

The good boy dozed off and said, "Okay~ Good boy, go to sleep and grow taller. Protect your father and dad from being bullied by others."

Brother Zhao smiled when he heard this, and Fang Zichen turned his head and asked, "Is it cold?"

The oxcart moved slowly, but it was faster than the two legs. The coming wind was cool and whooshing, so Fang Zichen deliberately sat in front to block some of the wind for Brother Zhao.

"It's not cold, I'll wear..." Brother Zhao changed his words mid-sentence: "A little."

Fang Zichen moved closer to him.

The patriarch happened to be sitting opposite Fang Zichen, with a smile on his face: "This child is so good!"

Ordinary children don't get enough sleep, and they always cry and fuss when they are pulled up.

The good boy seems to have no energy, but he doesn't cry and laugh when he should, and eat when he should.

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen smiled, extremely proud: "This child, follow me!"

The patriarch laughed, and coughed violently mid-laughing.

He is about the same age as the village chief and his father. He has been tired all year round, looking for food in the fields, weathering the wind and rain. He is only over sixty years old, but he is very old. He uses a cane to walk, trembling.

The bullock cart was bumpy, and the whole person felt like he was sitting on a bumper bed. Fang Zichen couldn't sit upright and steady, and he couldn't bear it. He was afraid of flashing the patriarch's waist.

When they arrived at the Yamen, Yang Mingyi was already waiting.

Fang Zichen went to see Lao Wang again. Registration was very cumbersome. Eighteen generations of his ancestors had to be checked thoroughly. It was really difficult without acquaintances.

It was still early, the bullock cart was parked at the yamen gate, Brother Zhao was standing beside the cart waiting with his boy in his arms, Yang Mingyi looked at him for a few times and walked over.

"Brother Zhao."

Brother Zhao raised his eyes and looked at him.

Yang Mingyi was someone he had heard mentioned by Fang Zichen and Guaizai before.

After Guaizi came back that time, he told him that there was an uncle who made wine where his father worked.

Fang Zichen said that he would teach him for half an hour at noon, and the two of them were alone together. Brother Zhao felt a little grudge at first.

His possessiveness over Fang Zichen was something he couldn't control. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart.

The other party is the boss's brother, he is literate and good-looking. Because of his low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence, Fang Zichen is good enough in his eyes. Therefore, whenever there are girls around the other party, he will feel uneasy, restless and wary. .

But when he saw Yang Mingyi, he felt relieved.

Although Yang Mingyi is good-looking, he is still young and has a cold temperament. He is the one that Fang Zichen would never choose as a partner.

This kind of person is good-looking, but you can only look at it from a distance, admiring and appreciating it. If you are with this kind of person, you will probably freeze to death.

Fang Zichen considers himself an aloof man. Two aloof men fell in love together. They couldn't hold back a word for a long time and were irritating each other. Is it interesting?

"Are you Brother Yi?" Brother Zhao asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" Yang Mingyi came closer and his eyes fell on the sweet boy with a red face who was still sleeping in his arms.

Brother Zhao handed Guaizi slightly, and Guaizi's whole face was exposed.

Yang Mingyi was surprised by what he saw and couldn't help but poke his face gently.

As soon as the fingertips touched, a warm and soft touch came, like poking cotton.

Unable to control himself, he poked again.

At this moment, he finally understood why Fang Zichen loved kissing the boy so much. It was so soft and must taste good.

The little boy's mouth wriggled a few times, his brows folded, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Yang Mingyi was startled, and his heart was raised. He was about to take back his hand, but was caught by the good boy.

Yang Mingyi didn't have many opportunities to come into contact with such young children, but it wasn't impossible.

In previous years, when Mrs. Yang celebrated her birthday, there would always be people bringing their children. They were tired and swaying on the road, and the children would often fall asleep on the carriage. When they arrived outside Yang's house, they would be taken down and moved to another place, and those children would immediately start crying. He got up and screamed. The adults were in a hurry and couldn't coax him.

Seeing how frightened he was, Brother Zhao smiled and said, "It's okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guaizi rubbed his eyes with his other hand, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"...Yang Zhu?" Guaizi was happy to see Yang Mingyi. Even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, he still remembered it.

The good boy laughed: "Are you Simo at my house? Are you here to see the good boy?"

Brother Zhao picked him up and said, "You are sleepy, look where you are." The

good boy was still holding on to him . Yang Mingyi pointed his finger and looked around.

Brother Zhao has almost never been here at the Yamen. In the past, he would go directly to West Street to set up a stall after entering the county gate.

If you need to buy anything, it's only on East Street.

The "important place" of the yamen is sacred and majestic. Brother Zhao is as busy as a top every day. After selling the hot sauce, he has to rush back, wash clothes, chop peppers, and break garlic. The work is fully arranged, and there is no idle moment. Even if he is not busy, He wouldn't take his good boy to hang out here either.

Guaizi looked unfamiliar all around, and there were many people lined up not far away, so he squeezed Yang Mingyi's hand tightly.

"Daddy..." Guaizi asked, "Where is father?"

Brother Zhao said perfunctorily: "Father is busy."

"Oh!" Guaizi got off his arms: "Well, good boy, be good!"

He said After landing, he hugged Yang Mingyi's calf again, raised his head, and his big black eyes were full of excitement: "Yang Zhu, I miss you so much, do you want to be a good boy?"

Yang Mingyi pursed his lips: "· ·····Think."

Guaizi laughed, hearing this made him happy.

What Yang Mingyi said is true.

Although he only stayed with Guaizi for one afternoon, he was left speechless several times by Guaizi, which left a deep impression on him.

Guaizi went to hold his hand, and Yang Mingyi leaned down and picked up Guaizi.

The little brother's frame is smaller than that of a man, and Yang Mingyi is thinner. Brother Zhao said: "He is heavy, don't burden you."

Yang Mingyi shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

Brother Zhao took one from the basket on his back . The bun was handed to Guaizi, but Guaizi didn't take it: "Have you eaten, daddy?"

Brother Zhao said, "Yes."

"Where's Uncle Yang?" Guaizi asked again.

Yang Mingyi's expression was still cold, but his eyes were softer: "I've eaten too."

"Thank you, dad~" The good boy took the bun and started to eat it.

Yang Mingyi saw him holding a bun that was bigger than his face and gnawing on it, and couldn't help but feel funny: "Can you finish it?"

"Yes!" The good boy said: "Don't waste it if you can't finish it. Wrap it for daddy and keep it. Eat at noon. "

Brother Zhao originally wanted to wait for Fang Zichen to come out, but he didn't come out for a long time. It was already the time to set up the stall. Yesterday, a customer made an appointment with him to buy chili sauce, and it was almost here now. The agreed point cannot wait any longer.

He told Yang Mingyi and asked him to help look after the ox cart. Yang Mingyi had nothing to do and agreed.

Brother Zhao went to carry the basket on the ox cart, and the good boy was put on the ground. He said to Yang Mingyi: "Yang Zhu, the good boy wants to sell delicious chili sauce birds with his father. The good boy wants to earn a lot of money to study for his father. He is busy. I'm busy, I'll come see you when I'm free."

"Okay." Yang Mingyi said.

Brother Zhao had just led the boy away when Fang Zichen happened to come out of the Yamen with the village chief and others.

Fang Zichen wanted to go back to work, so the village chief and others went back by themselves.

Before leaving, the village chief asked Fang Zichen whether he could take two days off and go home to read some books. Since he had already applied for the exam, he had to adopt an attitude and hold on to his feet until the time came. Ask a question or two.

Fang Zichen waved his hand and said no.

A top student never improvises.

He is a top student and is never afraid of exams.

Chapter 103

Fang Zichen thanked several people, and after seeing off the village chief, followed Yang Mingyi back to Zuixiao Tower.

The chili sauce sells out quickly, and almost as soon as Brother Zhao arrives, customers gather around him.

This hot sauce is so delicious that it can be used as a dipping sauce for rice, noodles, and even one can lasts a few days. Some people find it expensive and refuse to buy it after finishing a can. But without the hot sauce, rice and noodles are so delicious. When I woke up, I always felt like something was missing, tasteless.

Now one basket of hot sauce a day is not enough to sell, but there is nothing we can do. There are not enough manpower. Although Brother Zhao feels it is a pity, he is so busy that he can only do so much every day.

Fang Zichen was already very tired when he came back from work, so it was impossible for him to ask him to follow him.

He would try his best to make the chili sauce in the afternoon, otherwise Fang Zichen would go back and see him busy and always want to help.

Brother Zhao didn't want him to be tired.

The chili sauce was sold out at this time, so he went to the pork stall and bought two kilograms of pork, and asked Old Man Li to cut it into four parts, each half a kilogram.

This is for the village chief and He Da Leng.

There was no goat riding today, so Brother Zhao took the boy home, but he didn't know that Xiaohe Village was very lively at the moment.

After He Daleng left, Mrs. Liu, the daughter-in-law of He Daleng, immediately went to the next door.

Although she was stingy, she was also good-natured. The family had made some money recently by selling chili peppers to Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao now looked at her Here is her God of Wealth. She thinks that Fang Zichen's scientific examination is not a bad thing, let alone shameful. Now she talks about it without any scruples.

Women and husbands love to chat about these gossips.

In just one morning, the entire Xiaohe Village, from top to bottom, young and old, even the old hens in the backyard and the big fat pigs in the pig pen, all knew about it.

Some people thought that he was promising, courageous, noble, and literate. Before he moved to another country, his family might have provided him with education, and he might actually be able to pass the exam, but some people were not optimistic about it.

Fang Zichen is good-looking, capable, and he loves his husband and protects his children. The girls in the village used to think that Brother Zhao was pitiful. He was a servant bought by the Ma family. Some looked down upon him, and some were married to others. It is difficult to get along with her, her husband is not considerate enough, and I am not doing well. Seeing that Brother Zhao is having a harder time than me, I feel comforted in my heart. I feel that no matter how bad I am, I am still better than Brother Zhao.

But now, everyone envies Brother Zhao.

The unmarried girl in the village had Fang Zichen as a comparison, and she looked down upon other men even more.

Some men are big-hearted and think it doesn't matter.

No matter how good Fang Zichen is, it is impossible for all the girls and brothers in the village to marry him.

The right way is to be poor rather than the concubine of a rich man.

To put it bluntly, a concubine is an existence with a slightly higher status than a slave.

It's all free to hit or scold.

But some men are petty, and Fang Zichen becomes very unhappy when he sees all the girls and boys in the village looking around him and discussing him both inside and outside their words.

Now that I know this, I feel even more sad.

"Bah, it's just him? He knows two words, but he also wants to take the science test! He thinks he's good at fighting, and he's good at the science test too? He doesn't even look at how much he weighs."

"That's right, in such a big battle, to If he failed the exam, let's see if he is embarrassed."

"Scholar Wang from Xiaorong Village also failed this year. I don't know if he can pass the exam this time."

"I have taken the exam several times before, so I will take the exam again. "I went to my grandma's house last time

to help cut rice, and I was lucky enough to meet Mr. Wang. He happened to be at home at that time. I heard that the private school was on a farm holiday, but I didn't know much about it. I passed by his house. At the door, I saw him sitting under the eaves reading. When I came back, I saw him holding a book and reading. He was always diligent. That's all. He took the exam several times. I heard that he passed the county exam, but he failed in the government exam. How old is Fang Zichen? How many years has he studied? Moreover, he came from overseas and his studies are different from ours. He dares to go. I admire his courage, but for one thing, I think he , Tsk, I guess I can pass

the county exam and the prefecture exam, and I will be considered a Tongsheng.

These narrow-minded men didn't think favorably of Fang Zichen, and most of those who admired him didn't think highly of him either, but they didn't say anything.

Even if he fails the exam, he is still a few steps ahead of the men in the village and has been to the exam room. This alone makes him better than them.

Brother Zhao went home and put the basket on his back, drank some water, and then led the good boy to carry the meat to express his thanks one by one.

Several families declined.

There are dozens of families in the village, and Brother Zhao can find them because he is thinking of them.

And it's not a big job. I took an ox cart back and forth, so it didn't take much effort. I also ate two big fat buns in the morning, which cost me several pennies. I'm afraid I won't be able to get this half a pound of fat meat. Less money.

After a while of hesitation, Brother Zhao came out of Heda Leng's house. He was sweating on his forehead and his mouth was dry. He was more tired than working in the fields all morning. He thought that it was a good thing that Fang Zichen was not here. If I were to thank him for giving him meat and encounter this situation, I'm afraid the other party would be polite and say, "No, no, don't show up, take it back quickly." He might actually come back with the meat.

Brother Zhao couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this.

Children have to take three exams, one exam takes one day. In the past, they could leave after finishing their writing, but now they are no longer allowed to do so.

There are many people taking part in the children's examination, ranging from old men in their seventies to children as young as eight or nine years old who come to gain experience.

These people are too old, too young, and their psychological quality is unstable.

It's inevitable to be nervous when you see someone who has finished writing and handed in the paper in advance.

'Why does he write so fast? Have you finished writing it? Do you find it particularly easy? I haven't even finished writing yet. Is it because I'm not good enough? I'm done, I've met a master, I've failed...'

I think too much, and I get flustered. Some people are so nervous that their hands are shaking, and some even urinate. When they came out, some even foamed at the mouth and fainted.

There are so many, and there are regulations that stipulate that papers should be submitted at the same time, not in advance, let alone late.

According to modern time, you will have to check in outside the examination room at 7:30, the examination will start at 9 o'clock, and the papers will be handed in at 5 pm.

In this way, it will be troublesome for candidates who are a little far away from the county seat.

When they came back in the evening, Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen discussed it and decided to let Fang Zichen stay in the county inn during the few days of the scientific examination.

After a day of scientific examinations, I am so tired, and I still have to walk back and forth, so it is inevitable that I will be tired.

Fang Zichen didn't care. For others, scientific examinations may be mentally and physically demanding, but he looked at previous years' examination questions in the bookstore. The examinations were different every year, but they remained the same. It was not difficult to change the soup without changing the medicine.

However, having to get up after six o'clock, Fang Zichen felt it was too much to bear just thinking about it.

Still agreed to Brother Zhao's suggestion.

"Be careful at home." On the day he was leaving, Fang Zichen said: "Keep the doors and windows closed at night, and don't go out when you hear any noise."

Now everyone in the village knows that Brother Zhao has made some money in business. If he is not there, those people I'm afraid the gangsters are going to target me.

Brother Zhao is a brother, a good boy...forget it, this can be ignored.

The more Fang Zichen thought about it, the more worried he became: "Otherwise, I'd better come back and live there! The worst thing is to get up faster in the morning!"

Brother Zhao hugged his waist, stepped on his feet and kissed him on the mouth: "Don't worry, it's okay." In the years since Fang Zichen didn't come, he had come here alone, so there's no reason why he couldn't do it now.

Now that he has a husband, he is unreliable and unreliable, and the child is still young. He is more afraid of death than anyone else.

The good boy squeezed between the two of them and stretched out his hand toward Fang Zichen: "Father, the good boy wants to kiss you too."

"Okay!" Fang Zichen picked him up. The good boy imitated Brother Zhao, holding Fang Zichen's face and saying, Kiss him on the mouth.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao patted the good boy's butt: "You can't kiss here."

The good boy blinked, his eyelashes were like butterfly wings . : "Why?"

"Because..." Brother Zhao didn't know how to explain, and suddenly he was at a loss for words.

"Only the closest and most beloved people can kiss." Fang Zichen said.

Guaizi pouted: "Isn't Guaizi your favorite little baby?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

It's really not the case.

When he didn't speak, the boy's eyes turned red. He looked at Fang Zichen with aggrieved eyes and his voice was filled with tears: "The boy is not disobedient. The boy can also work like a bird. Be good, boy..." "

Fang Zichen couldn't stand listening anymore. This son was here to defeat him. He was like Ma Xiaoshun. He slapped him on the butt and said again: "I love you the most, you hammer."

But at this moment, it can't be done. !

This is his petty thing.

"Love love love..." Fang Zichen kissed his forehead: "Father loves you most, my little baby."

As soon as he finished speaking, the good boy started laughing.

It's like a girl changing her face.

Brother Zhao pinched his waist, and Fang Zichen leaned close to his ear, and the familiar and dry breath came to his face.

"He is my little baby, you are my big baby, I love you the most."

Brother Zhao pursed his lips, trying not to laugh, and said duplicitously: "Coaxing me again."

Fang Zichen wanted to roll his eyes.

The big ones and the small ones are really...

they won't be happy if they are not coaxed, and they will not be happy if they are coaxed.

Is it easy for him?

Why!

Men are difficult. Even if they are not difficult, they are not called men.

"Father~" Guaizi's grandma said: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself and fail to pass the exam. When Guaizi grows up, Guaizi will be able to take the exam for you. Guaizi is also a man, and Guaizi is the most tired of exams." Harmful. "

Thank you, but I was not comforted.

Fang Zichen bit into his face: "Shut up!"

"Ah..." The good boy pushed his head: "The monster wants to eat the child again, daddy, help me~"

Brother Zhao laughed.

Originally I wanted to find an inn, but after visiting a few, they were all booked.

There are still vacant rooms in places far away from the Yamen, but in that case it seems to be no different from going home.

It was Yang Mutao who was so generous that he had the lounge on the third floor of Zuixiao Tower cleaned out and given to him to live there.

On the day of application, many students lined up and complained.

The imperial examination was brought forward, and no one was prepared. It seemed that if not for a few months in advance, everyone would have given it a try and passed the exam directly.

Although he was dissatisfied, he immediately entered the state of preparation. He should be prepared and crammed.

On the day of the exam, Wang Xiaohu started barking outside the door at 6:30. He screamed for half an hour, and his voice became hoarse. There was no movement in the room. When he was wondering if Fang Zichen was cold, Fang Zichen yawned. Squinting came out.

Wang Xiaohu was convinced.

No wonder shopkeeper Yang asked him to take a supper in the building yesterday, but Brother Fang was so restless in bed that if he didn't come and call him, he would probably sleep until noon.

Fang Zichen knew that he was going to do something big today, so he didn't dare to stay in bed too much.

For this kind of thing, it's better to arrive early than late.

Ran just came out of Zuixiao Tower, and in the cold haze, Brother Zhao stood at the door holding his dear boy.

"Why are you here?" Fang Zichen touched Brother Zhao's face with a cold look, probably because he had been waiting for a long time.

It's still dark at the moment, so Brother Zhao must have come in the dark.

"Come see your husband off," Brother Zhao said.

"Send it to me. I'm going to take a scientific examination. It's not a funeral. I have to give it away." Fang Zichen finished cursing and saw Brother Zhao lowering his head, his eyes dim and a little depressed. He sighed deeply and went to cover his head. He held Brother Zhao's hand and asked in a slow voice, "Is it cold?"

Brother Zhao's lips turned purple from the cold.

He hasn't had time to prepare winter clothes yet, so he is still wearing summer clothes at the moment.

The good boy was covered with a thin quilt by him.

The weather in late autumn is like this. It's cold in the morning and evening, but hot at noon.

I was tired from the journey, but I didn't feel cold at all, but after standing still and waiting for almost half an hour, I felt a little cold.

He didn't want to come at first, but Fang Zichen wasn't here last night. He was used to sleeping with someone in his arms at night, and he was used to his breath. Now that no one was here, he didn't fall asleep all night. Fang Zichen was thinking hard, and there was a movement outside the yard. , and was too worried to sleep.

Not only him, but even the good boy was like this. When Fang Zichen was away, he couldn't eat dinner. After taking a bath, he went back to bed and didn't lie down. He just sat with pillows in his arms, crying, and kept saying that he wanted his father.

Brother Zhao coaxed him and said that his father had gone to take the scientific examination and would be back in two days.

Guaizi knew about this before, and thought that Fang Zichen would go to take exams just like working at work. He would go during the day and come back at night. But now that he heard that he would not be able to see him for several days, he started to sob.

"I want a father... The good boy wants a father. He doesn't want his father to take the exam. The good boy wants a father, daddy. The good boy wants a father. He wants his father to hold him to sleep."

He didn't make any fuss and just cried silently. Repeat this sentence back and forth.

Didn't fall asleep until midnight.

Still sleeping now.

Brother Zhao shook his head and said, "It's not cold!"

"I believe you are evil." Fang Zichen took him to his shop and asked Wang Xiaohu to get him some hot soup. He then went back upstairs to find some clothes and brought them down. He put it on.

"I have to go. Be good and drink some soup to warm your stomach first."

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao followed him with his eyes until Fang Zichen disappeared.

The scientific examination is to select talents for the imperial court. Whoever can break out of the tight siege will be able to leap over the dragon's gate and achieve great success.

The inspection is very strict. If you bring your own dry food, such as steamed buns and steamed buns, the officers and soldiers will have to break them into pieces and take a look at them. They will also have to take off all their clothes, and their armpits, mouths, and genitals will be carefully inspected one by one.

Not only that, those whose facial features are not correct are not qualified to be considered.

A lot of time was wasted all the way down.

Fang Zichen was a little uncomfortable taking off his clothes, not to mention conservative ancient people, but also modern people.

Especially when the young officer looked at his abdominal muscles and his eyes shone, Fang Zichen's chest tightened inexplicably.

After taking his number and entering the examination room, he was relieved when he found his seat.

His position is at the front of the examination room, and the toilet is in the middle of the examination room. The weather is hot now, and whoever sits next to the toilet will be really unlucky for eight lifetimes.

But the position at the front is also recognized as not good. The examiner sitting in the front, with a bad attitude, can't stand it.

But Fang Zichen felt that as long as he wasn't next to a latrine, it didn't matter where he was.

When he was studying in the past, the seats in the examination room were arranged according to his grades. He sat right under the teacher's nose and didn't think anything of it.

The mentality is very stable.

There is no room. In order to prevent candidates from cheating, more than 30 centimeters of wooden boards are used to separate the front of the desk from the left and right sides. The desks are also far apart. As long as it is not a giraffe, even if the head is stretched out, not a single hair can be seen. , and there are examiners who are patrolling back and forth. Anyone who moves too much will be warned twice. With such strictness, no one dares to be dishonest.

The examiner handed out the test papers, and Fang Zichen glanced at them habitually.

There are no questions on the back of the test paper here.

Just two pages, with a total of four questions.

The weather is not hot now, which is just right, and people are the most energetic. Fang Zichen picked up his pen and wrote in one breath.

Examiners' marking of examination papers is generally the same regardless of age. The first thing required is that the examination papers are neat and tidy, with neat and clear handwriting.

To be on the safe side, most candidates always cautiously draft supplements on the manuscript paper first, and then transfer them to the examination paper after confirmation.

He wrote quickly and with such energy that the examiner never saw him pause to think. In addition, his appearance was particularly eye-catching, so he paid more attention to him.

He kept looking at him, as if he had never seen the handsome boy before. Fang Zichen raised his head, smiled at him, and then immersed himself in writing.

The examiner couldn't help but laugh when he encountered this for the first time in his life.

This candidate is quite courageous.

Chapter 104:

When the officers and soldiers started to beat the gongs and distribute food at noon, Fang Zichen had already finished writing.

To be honest, the college entrance examination in science, mathematics, physics and chemistry only lasts two and a half hours, and the physics questions are twists and turns, and the calculations are very brain-burning. Just these few questions, and you need to write for a day?

Even if he writes with a brush in his mouth, it won't last so long.

Several officers and soldiers came in through the gate, one carrying a large basket and the other two carrying buckets.

Two steamed buns and a bowl of soup per person.

Those who eat less can be full.

If you eat a lot, you will be mostly full.

As long as you're not hungry anyway.

When it was Fang Zichen's turn, Fang Zichen quickly reached out and picked up two buns in the basket.

The officers and soldiers were just about to get angry when they saw him smiling obediently at them.

As long as Fang Zichen doesn't speak and pretends to be obedient, it's hard for anyone to resist him.

The officer in charge of distributing buns picked his nose when he first came in from the door.

The other candidates were honest and well-behaved and focused on the test paper. Fang Zichen had nothing to do after he finished writing and did not dare to move. He just rolled his eyes. It was a coincidence that he saw such a scene.

The candidate sitting at the first table near the door was enjoying his meal. He finished a bun in three or two mouthfuls. This person must be studious. He just picked up his pen and started working as soon as he was full.

The examiner was sitting upright, and some people lay down on the table to rest for a while at noon, but most of them didn't dare to fall asleep.

I was a little nervous. I didn't sleep well last night, and I was afraid that I would fall asleep later, so I squinted and got up.

Only the rather eye-catching young man below him finished eating the steamed buns and sat upright for half an hour, then lay down on the table to sleep.

Later that night, a loud clang of gongs sounded, and the majestic examination room door slowly opened.

Candidates came out one after another.

A large group of people were waiting outside.

Men and women, women and husbands, old and young.

The crowd was so crowded that Brother Zhao couldn't squeeze in with his little boy in his arms. He could only wait outside and kept looking around with his feet propped up. But after watching for a long time, it wasn't until all the candidates came out that he saw Fang Zichen limping out. Come out of the examination room.

"Husband..."

"Father..." The good boy struggled to get out of Brother Zhao's arms. Seeing that Fang Zichen didn't look over, he kept hopping. He was so anxious that he clenched his little fists. He kept shouting: "Father, the good boy is here, the good boy is here~"

"I see you!" Fang Zichen came over, picked him up and put him under his arm.

The good boy didn't see him all day long. He didn't think so. He was afraid that he would leave again, so he used all four limbs to hold his arm tightly.

"Father, my dear boy misses you, my dear boy misses you."

Fang Zichen pinched his butt: "...Yeah, yeah, father misses you too."

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Brother Zhao He asked, the worry and anxiety clearly visible in his eyes.

I heard that if someone cheats in the examination room and is discovered by the examiner, not only will his examination qualifications be revoked, but he will also be slapped twenty times.

Fang Zichen's face was twisted.

"My legs are numb." He turned around twice, his neck clicked, and said, "My neck seems to be twisted too."

Brother Zhao was puzzled.

He said that his hands were numb, his hands were tired, and his butt hurt. Brother Zhao could understand, but he didn't write with his feet, so why was he still numb?

Later, I heard Fang Zichen say that he had slept on the table for too long and overslept. If not for the crowd, and an examiner saw that he didn't get up and called him over, he might not have been able to wake up. When Brother Zhao heard this, he choked up.

'Have you finished writing the exam papers? ', 'Is the test difficult?', 'Are you sure about it?' He originally felt that he shouldn't ask these questions, because he was afraid that Fang Zichen would be stressed if he asked them, but now he suddenly felt that there was no need to ask.

My legs were numb and my neck hurt when I slept, and I was afraid I would spend the entire afternoon in my sleep.

Candidates just came out of the examination room in twos and threes and discussed the questions on the examination paper. Brother Zhao listened for a few times and only heard several students wearing Anhe Academy uniforms saying that it was difficult and there was not enough time. In the last class, Halfway through writing the question, the time is up.

He doesn't have enough time to write, so his husband...

forget it, it doesn't matter if he fails the exam, as long as his husband is doing well.

He followed Fang Zichen back to Zuixiao Building, went to the lounge, and gave him a massage until his hands and feet felt comfortable and no longer uncomfortable. Then he went back with Wu Ge'er. Guaizai

didn't want to leave. When he went downstairs, he turned back three times, with big eyes and tears. Woofing, as if we have never seen each other again, just like life and death, and will never be seen again.

Fang Zichen was reluctant to give up: "Why don't you stay tonight! Anyway, the bed here is big enough for us to sleep three times." It

's 1.5 meters wide, so two people can sleep, and the good boy can lie down on him... Sleep on the chest.

There are chickens and goats at home, and they will not starve to death even if they don't feed them. However, the ancestral home of the village chief's house is relatively remote, with few people around. The owner is not around, so it is easy for people to steal, and he does not bring a change of clothes. Brother Zhao still I went back with my dear boy in my arms.

The three days of scientific examination passed quickly.

Yang Mutao was afraid that he would be tired, so he specially gave him two days off to let him go back and rest.

'Paid vacation', all idiots know this is a good thing, who would refuse it.

Fang Zichen arranged his clothes happily, asked Wang Xiaojiu to pack him two snacks, and left with a smile.

The results of the Tongsheng Examination will be released in three days.

For the candidates and examiners, every minute and every second of these three days is torture.

There were so many references that the examiner was very tired from grading all night.

The examiners from Fu'an Town were assigned by the state government.

Logically speaking, the county examination for children's students is presided over by the magistrate of a county. However, if there are many children and scholars in the jurisdiction, the county magistrate's performance will be better.

Therefore, in previous years, there were often cases of county magistrates engaging in malpractice for personal gain, and students would send money to the county magistrates to achieve win-win benefits.

In this way, it is difficult for students from poor families to get ahead, while those from rich families only have an appearance.

He was named a Tongsheng, but as soon as he came to the hospital for the examination, something was wrong. His answers were wrong and there was no information that a Tongsheng should have.

So in order to avoid such a situation happening again, examiners were dispatched from the capital and various states.

The examiners from Nanzhou are in charge of the examination rooms in Beizhou, and the examiners in Beizhou are in charge of the examination rooms in Nanzhou. With this switch, the situation is actually better.

Examiners' marking is always the same regardless of age.

If the words are ugly, just take a quick look at them.

The writing is densely packed and not neat, and I can only take a quick glance at it, but not even one more glance.

So, why do students always spend so much time practicing writing? Is it because they are full?

Of course not.

If the handwriting is well written, it will leave an impression on the examiners who mark the paper, and the paper score will be higher.

Like the above two, even if the student is knowledgeable and has real materials, the examiner does not look at it carefully and just throws it aside at the first glance. What's the use?

As soon as Fang Zichen returned to the village, the village chief came to visit him immediately. He was also sensible and did not ask him about the status of his scientific examination. If he did, it would inevitably put pressure on people, and it would be difficult for the other party to answer.

It's difficult to say that if too many people pass the exam, they will appear useless.

It's not difficult to say, it's okay. If it's not, it'll sound like you're being arrogant. The village chief just chatted with him for a while and saw that he seemed relaxed and not frowning. If it were someone like Shusheng Wang, the village chief would probably have the answer in his mind.

But Fang Zichen, he didn't dare to have the slightest hope. He only thought that this person was big-hearted, open-minded and open-minded.

Not to mention the village chief, everyone in the village thinks so.

No one thought he could pass the exam.

However, regardless of whether he passed the exam or not, Uncle Liu's family, He Da Leng's family, and the patriarch's family knew that he was back, so they specially sent many eggs, saying that he was tired and worked hard, so he should take a good rest.

Fang Zichen was holding a basket of eggs and scratching his head. He couldn't figure out why he was tired.

In the examination room, he "eats well and sleeps well", and the peasant women in the village are not as happy as he is during confinement.

When he went to bed at night, Brother Zhao remembered what Brother Zhou had said earlier: "Now many people in the village are waiting to see your husband's jokes, and the things he said are disgusting. If he comes back, just let him stay at home for a few days. It will be fine." Don't go out. Brother Zhou

said this not because he was afraid that Fang Zichen would be embarrassed, but because he was afraid that he would get angry and hit someone again.

Brother Zhao was afraid that Fang Zichen would hit someone, and he was even more afraid that he would feel bad after hearing those words. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and Fang Zichen was the best in his eyes. He couldn't let others say anything bad about him, and he wouldn't let him go. I was a little bit unhappy, so I immediately told him to stay at home and not go out.

Fang Zichen wondered: "Why?"

"My son and I miss you." Brother Zhao said.

Hearing these words, Fang Zichen felt proud and happy: "You have to learn to control yourself if you think too much. If you think too much, you will easily go crazy. If you go crazy, I will take care of you."

"... ····Okay." Brother Zhao said.

During the three days of waiting for the results, Fang Zichen stayed at home obediently. He was either playing in the yard with the boy, or helping Brother Zhao chop peppers and pickle sauerkraut. I was so busy that time passed quickly.

The small piece of wasteland he had planted some mustard greens had grown big now. He went to Du's house to buy a big vat, cleaned it when he came back, and put it in the yard to dry.

It's not troublesome to make sauerkraut, but it's a pain in the ass to wash it.

There are no pesticides these days, so if there are bugs in the vegetable field, you have to catch them with two hands. There is no idle person at home. Although the boy is young, he has a full schedule for the day.

In the morning, he and Brother Zhao would go to sell chili sauce. When he came back at noon, he would dig earthworms to feed the chickens, and then help peel garlic. If he did it quickly, he could catch some worms in the vegetable field. When Fang Zichen came back in the evening, he would have to learn to read. , I have to play with him again, I am really busy.

There are many bugs on one hand, and there are also snails on them. Not only do these things eat the vegetables, they stick to the vegetable leaves in twists and turns like eighteen bends on the east-west mountain road. If you don't wash them carefully and scrape them, you can't wash them off at all. .

Blanch the washed sauerkraut in boiling water, then put it directly into a large vat when it cools down. If possible, pour some salt water, if not, add some rice washing water. Cover the lid and seal it well. This is done halfway through. It can be eaten in more than a month.

On the third night, after Brother Zhao lay in bed, he kept tossing and turning. Fang Zichen knew what he was worried about and tried to comfort him, but Brother Zhao still couldn't fall asleep.

"Husband, aren't you nervous?"

Fang Zichen pinched his round face and said, "You're not nervous! It's the same whether you're nervous or not. People with strong qualities will lose their appearance even if they collapse. You can't do this.

Brother Zhao said: "I just can't control it." Fang

Zichen felt itchy: "Then... let's do something else!"

He has been a vegetarian for almost half a month.

Before, Zhao Geer was afraid that it would affect his scientific examination, so he wouldn't let him touch it at night. He stayed in the town for three days after the scientific examination, and couldn't even hit a ball.

This is a meat dish, knowing the essence and beauty of it, how can it still be plain?

At this moment, Brother Zhao's collar was slightly open, his collarbones were obvious, and his complexion, which had been hidden by clothes all year round, was pale and translucent.

Brother Zhao's eyes flashed: "What are you doing?"

These days, in most couples, the man decides everything in the room. For men, they must be in a dominant position at all times, and they must make the final decision on major matters. , their wives and husbands are their subordinates and controlled by them. This concept has penetrated into their bones. They are self-centered and male chauvinistic. They want it as soon as they think about it. How can they be like Fang Zichen, who wants it and wants it? Ask, and ask for his permission.

Fang Zichen raised his upper body, and his eyes, which looked particularly deep under the yellowish light, stared at him for a moment. His voice sounded shockingly hoarse: "What do you think! Don't pretend to be confused with me."

He The hand couldn't help but pinched Brother Zhao's chin, and his thumb couldn't help stroking his slightly wet lips, then slowly moved downwards, pausing for a moment on Brother Zhao's sunken waist, and then slowly upward, Reach into his clothes.

Brother Zhao unconsciously squeaked, and his eyes immediately changed. There seemed to be anger in it, and it seemed like the irritability after exhaustion of patience. It was an indescribable look that made him look like He has changed into a different person. At this time, he is mature, stable, noble and inviolable, completely different from the carefree and bohemian image he had before.

Brother Zhao was unconsciously addicted. Even though he had done it many times, he still seemed inexperienced and shy, yet he cooperated and let Fang Zichen do whatever he wanted to him.

Everything is driven by instinct.

Brother Zhao put his arms around his neck and kissed him. He imitated Fang Zichen's previous actions. He used the tip of his tongue to open the gap between Fang Zichen's lips and penetrated into his hot and humid mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the tip of his tongue, and then quickly entangled together.

Fang Zichen felt that Brother Zhao's tongue was responding to him harshly, his sleeves slipped down, and those two delicate, white but thin arms stretched out to hook his neck, making him unable to help but lower his head to deepen the kiss.

The familiar breath filled his breath. Brother Zhao's eyes were moist, his forehead was pressed against his, he was panting like a gossamer, and said: "Let's... go to the next door."

He was in the room next door . There was a small bed in the room, originally intended for the good boy to sleep on his own, but the good boy was frightened by Fang Zichen's horror stories. He could be tricked into going to the latrine before, but now he can tell him about Ollie and Leo. It's no use.

Every time they do this, the two of them always do it secretly, like thieves.

The good boy is asleep, so it's not impossible to do it directly on the bed, but Brother Zhao couldn't help it last time, biting the back of his hand, and still made a low squirting sound.

He thought that the child was sleeping soundly and might not be heard, and he didn't see the boy waking up, so he didn't worry about it. However, the next morning, the boy went with him to sell hot sauce, and sat on the back of a sheep on the road to tell him secretly. He, he seemed to hear ghosts crying in the middle of the night.

Brother Zhao didn't react at the time, he just thought it was funny and asked him: "Why is it crying?"

The boy fell asleep in a daze in the middle of the night. When he woke up in the morning, he forgot about it and only remembered a little.

He said: "The ghost kept saying no more, slow down, slow down, and then he started to cry. The sound was so scary that the good boy was even scared."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Good boy: "Father really didn't lie to me. There really are ghosts in the world!"

"..." Hearing this, Brother Zhao wished he could die on the spot. Even though he knew his son was not sensible yet, he didn't see it, but he I couldn't look directly at Guaizi all day long, and my face was even burning.

After that, the two of them worked next door.

This commotion lasted until midnight. Brother Zhao was so tired that he couldn't think of anything else.

But early in the morning, before dawn and the rooster crow, he woke up.

I'm releasing the results today, so I have to go faster.

It's too slow. There are too many people, but you can't squeeze in.

Although I think Fang Zichen probably, maybe, probably won't pass the exam, he won't give up unless he goes to see for himself and doesn't reach the Yellow River.

Moreover, Fang Zichen boasted that it was very easy, I just finished writing it.

So... let's go check it out!

Chapter 105

It was still dark, so Brother Zhao went to the kitchen in the dark and got a willow branch.

There are no toothbrushes these days. Some are more particular about gargling water in their mouths when they get up in the morning. Others are not so particular about not even washing their faces when they get up in the morning.

Before the family had no money, he and Fang Zichen used willow branches to brush their teeth. Later, when they earned money, Fang Zichen used salt to brush their teeth as a luxury.

Although salt is not as good as toothpaste and your breath will be fresh after brushing, it is still better than nothing. It is better than nothing.

But Brother Zhao is still used to brushing with willow branches.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he returned to the kitchen, washed the pot and heated the water, then returned to the house, dressed the good boy, wrapped him in a thin quilt, and then carried him to Liu's house.

Today is the time when the results are released, and it's market day. The streets may be crowded with people, and it's really inconvenient to have a child with me. I'm afraid I might lose him accidentally.

Yesterday, he told Aunt Liu and asked them to take care of him all morning.

It wasn't even bright yet when Fang Zichen was pulled by Brother Zhao's ears.

He washed his face and cooked the noodles.

It's a very simple bowl of noodles, made with the leftover bone soup from yesterday, with a fried egg on top, a few vegetable leaves, and some chopped green onion.

If you add another spoonful of chili sauce, the taste will be even better.

But as soon as he touched the jar of hot sauce, Brother Zhao slapped his hand away.

"It's early in the morning, don't eat so spicy."

"Okay!" He took a few breaths and suddenly asked: "Does Aunt Liu's house have breakfast?"

Most people in this village have two meals a day.

Don't eat lunch and dinner with an open stomach.

He was starving his son.

Brother Zhao shook his head and said, "I won't eat it." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fang Zichen standing up.

"Why are you going?" Brother Zhao asked.

"Pick my son up and bring him back for breakfast!" Fang Zichen said matter-of-factly.

"It's too late," Brother Zhao pulled him down and said, "The adults won't eat, but Aunt Liu will cook something for the two children. Don't worry, they won't be hungry."

"Oh!"

Fang Zichen felt relieved after hearing this.

The noodle soup had just come out of the pot and was very hot. Fang Zichen picked up the noodle soup and ate it in small bites. He was more elegant than the daughter of a famous family.

Brother Zhao didn't care about how hot it was. He took a few mouthfuls and finished eating already. At this moment, he was watching anxiously and kept urging.

"Husband, eat faster, it's almost dawn!"

"It'll be dawn when it's daylight." Fang Zichen shrugged and said nonchalantly.

Brother Zhao lightly kicked him: "We have to rush to see the rankings. If we are late, there will be more people."

"The more, the more!" Fang Zichen said again.

He was in no hurry at all.

Whether you are on the list or not is not determined by how fast you go. And the red list is not to be torn up after reading it.

There will definitely be a lot of people in the morning, so just go at noon, but the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are.

Although he didn't want to at all costs, who asked him to pamper and serve Xiao Zhaozi who was very popular with him, so naturally he had no choice but to do as he wished.

Brother Zhao was so anxious that he grabbed his chopsticks, put the noodles away and locked them in the cupboard.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Brother Zhao pulled him over and said, "If you're hungry, go to town and buy buns to eat! Let's go quickly!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

When he got up in the morning, his mouth was full of It was tasteless, so I took a few bites, and just as I got a taste of it, I stopped eating it.

If you're hungry and you buy steamed buns to eat, what's the point of cooking noodles?

Do you want to have a sense of ritual?

Fuck the character of a good wife and mother?

He smashed and smashed his mouth, and he was really lonely.

...

When the list was released at eight o'clock, before dawn, the yamen gate was packed with people.

Logically speaking, the scientific examination should be held in the Gongyuan, but the Gongyuan of Fu'an Town is located inside the yamen, and the dragon and tiger wall with red posters is naturally located at the yamen gate.

On the day when the results were released, many people came to see the results, far exceeding the number of reference students.

Among them, there were the students who were holding their chests and shaking with nervousness, and there were also the students who didn't know a single word and came to join in the fun.

A group of people, noisy, all with solemn expressions, just like door-to-door debt collectors.

When Fang Zichen arrived, he couldn't squeeze in. He was almost twenty meters away from the wall where the red list was posted.

Brother Zhao stamped his feet and complained: "It's all your fault!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen turned to look at Brother Zhao. He didn't understand why it was all his fault.

Although he just hesitated a little bit, he also misjudged the situation.

But who would have thought that so early in the morning, there would be so many people full of food.

Subconsciously, he opened his mouth to say something, but then he met Brother Zhao's eyes, which looked straight at him.

Those beautiful round eyes were as deep as a cat's eyes at the moment. They stared at him unblinkingly and coldly, filled with eternal resentment. Instantly, for no apparent reason, a chill ran down Fang Zichen's spine.

The hero suffered the loss before his eyes, and besides, the green hills left behind were not afraid of running out of firewood. Aunt Zhao became ruthless. He, who was both weak and pitiful, was definitely no match for her.

He scratched his neck and responded: "Blame me, blame me, don't be angry, anger will hurt your body, and you will die quickly, don't be angry."

Brother Zhao: "..."

He snorted and went again He stretched his neck and looked around. There was a surge of people in front of him. Brother Zhao didn't pay attention and bumped into the person next to him.

Before he could apologize, the man pushed him with great force.

"Are you sick?"

Brother Zhao stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately Fang Zichen caught him in time.

"I'm sorry." Brother Zhao lowered his head and said.

Fang Zichen frowned.

"Go away." The man glanced at him up and down. Seeing that he didn't seem to be from a wealthy family, he patted the shoulder that Brother Zhao had touched before and said contemptuously: "You don't even know who you are. Brother, you are ignorant, why are you joining in the fun? Is this the place where a slut like you should be? Get out..."

"What are you talking about?" Fang Zichen put his arm around Brother Zhao's shoulders. She took him into her arms, lowered her eyes, lowered her face, and said with cold eyes: "What did you just say? If you dare, repeat it again."

The man was wearing the uniform of Anhe Academy, and his eyes were cold. Appearing to be in his teens.

Fang Zichen only felt unlucky and his fists were fucking itchy again.

The expression on his face makes him extremely untouchable, and he is tall. If he were another person, he should be a man who knows the current affairs, so he dare not choke anymore, but this scholar is arrogant and arrogant.

"What, you want to hit me?" He sneered: "I'm afraid you don't have the guts. Do you know what the punishment is for beating a scholar who has achieved fame?"

It stands to reason that a scholar can only be regarded as having merit and fame and is truly recognized by the court. However, in Daxia, although Tong Sheng is not as good as a scholar, and his power and status are not as great as that of a scholar, this kind of preparatory talent is also better than that of ordinary people. The merchant was a bit taller and beat these people for no reason. It would be okay if the other party didn't pursue the case. If they did pursue it, it would be easy to spend a few days in jail. They were afraid of being beaten dozens of times and becoming paralyzed. .

"I don't know!" Fang Zichen kicked the person's kneecap directly: "You won't know until you hit him."

The scholar fell to the ground, and his knees hurt so much that he couldn't get up for a while.

When the person in front heard the noise, he just looked back and didn't take it to heart.

The most important thing now is to watch the rankings, and other good things have to be put on the back burner.

"You..." The student pointed at Fang Zichen: "Wait for me. When I get on the list, I will make sure you look good."

Fang Zichen thought in his mind: "Point at me, point at you for being paralyzed, and then point at me , I'll chop off your hand. "The same thing happened to Hao Desheng last time. If he couldn't win, he said harsh words to make him wait. However, after waiting for so long, he didn't see the other party coming to show off. This group of people , I am stupid in reading, have no ability, and feel that I am superior.

Only a fool would give them a leg up.

"Husband..." Although he knew that he was venting his anger for himself, Brother Zhao still pulled him and said, "Don't hit anyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in front of him.

Three officers and soldiers with swords hanging from their waists came over beating gongs.

······The list is released.

"Back off, back off." The officers and soldiers shouted loudly: "The government has posted the red list, and all idlers should step back and not interfere."

The crowd stepped back a few steps and gave way automatically. No one moved until the red list was posted. After they were posted, the officers and soldiers left, and the crowd surged forward again.

The scholars who were originally very polite, elegant and easy-going, and well-dressed, now you squeeze me, I squeeze you, your hair is messed up, and your shoes are blackened by stepping on them.

"...Passed...Passed, I finally passed the exam." "

...Why is there no my name."

"Brother Li, take a closer look."

"Fifty-three, hahaha, I got fifty-third in the exam."

"Ancestors and ancestors bless you..."

Cries and laughter came from the front one after another.

Brother Zhao's palms were sweating now and his heart was pounding. He couldn't wait any longer, so he lowered his head and rushed into the crowd like a cannon shooting into the sky.

In this county examination, a total of fifty-six students were admitted.

Although it looks small, this is only the number of people in one county. There are dozens of counties in the prefecture, and when added together, the number of people is spectacular.

The names on the red list, excluding the top three, are densely written on those at the back.

Some people have found their own names after reading it and are reluctant to leave. They have to look up and look up again. Those who cannot find their names do not believe in evil and are afraid of making mistakes, so they have to look again several times.

People inside couldn't come out, and people outside couldn't see it. I was anxious and nervous, and I was really annoyed.

Fang Zichen stood out from the crowd. He was a head taller than everyone else and had good eyesight. He glanced at it and saw his name.

He pulled Brother Zhao and said, "Don't look at it."

Brother Zhao said, "Huh?"

"I passed the exam." After Fang Zichen finished speaking, the scholar next to him who had just been kicked scoffed.

"What a strong tone."

Fang Zichen was not from the academy. It was a private school run by scholars in the town. The students recruited there were not familiar with each other because of the 'academic' exchanges in previous years.

Fang Zichen was an unfamiliar face, presumably not from Anhe Academy or any other private school.

He thought that he and several classmates in the academy were very knowledgeable, but they failed the exam several times in a row. What if the other party was acting like this, if he didn't have a arrogant tone?

The village chief, He Daleng and Uncle Liu were standing under the red list. The three of them had made an appointment and arrived at the gate of the county town in the middle of the night.

Almost as soon as the county gate opened, the three of them rushed to the yamen gate.

After waiting for almost two hours, the genius shone brightly.

Although he felt that Fang Zichen had a low chance of passing the exam, the village chief couldn't sleep since yesterday.

Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu were even more nervous than Brother Zhao.

There is only such a literate and promising person in the village, and everyone is much more concerned about the results than Fang Zichen, the reference person.

The clan leader originally wanted to come, but he was an old man and was afraid of being squeezed out. With the persuasion of his family, he had to ask the village chief to represent him. After seeing it, he went back and reported to him as soon as possible.

But none of these three people can read a single character. Although the village chief can recognize two characters, he can only recognize the character '子' every time Fang Xiaozi shouts. If Fang Zichen is lucky enough to pass the exam, he should be at the back of the list. There is a tail, but there is a 'zi' in the middle. Now that I have finished reading the last two rows, I haven't seen it.

The three men stared blankly at the red list for a long time. They didn't see their names, and they didn't know if Fang Zichen was on the list.

Probably not on the list.

He had already made up his mind, but...He

Da was stunned when he saw the beaming and energetic young man next to him, and timidly shouted: "Little brother..."

I'm in a good mood now that I'm on the list. , who was not on the list, it was like a bad luck to talk to him now. This man was in a good mood and smiled: "What can I do, old man?"

"Can you help me find a name?" He Da said blankly.

Most of the people who came to see the results were family members of the candidates.

Most of these family members work in the fields, and most of them don't know a single word.

"Okay." The man asked warmly, "What's your son's name?"

"..." He Da swallowed in confusion: "My name is Fang Zichen." As

soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fang Zichen's glare. His eyes widened and his voice became louder, as if he was frightened, but not quite.

"What did you say it was called?"

Some people looked over and the village chief, He Daleng and Uncle Liu were a little confused.

He Da was stunned and muttered: "Fang... Fang Zichen!"

The scholar took a deep breath, raised his hand and pointed to the first row on the red list, the first column, the biggest name, and said: "He is there Here, it's on the list, and it's number one."

Village chief: "······"

He Da was stunned: "······"

Uncle Liu: "······"

Chapter 106

The three village chiefs opened their mouths wide and were stunned, unable to react for a while.

Did you really pass the exam?

And... Moreover, it is still the first place.

This, this~

Uncle Liu got excited and grabbed the man: "Really, really?"

This was a question.

Scholars are noble and arrogant. If it were someone else, this scholar would probably throw up his sleeves and leave on the spot, but not this time.

He patiently said, "Of course, there's a name written on it, so it's impossible to misread it."

After confirming again and again, the three village chiefs felt a little carried away, and after a lot of effort, they squeezed out of the crowd, and happened to see Fang Zichen standing with Brother Zhao. Outside.

Uncle Liu couldn't bear it the most and ran over: "Fang boy!"

"Ah..." Fang Zichen saw that his face was red, his breathing was rapid, his clothes were disheveled, and his hair was messy, so he hurriedly gave him a hand: "Uncle, are you okay? Why are you here?"

"Let's take a look at the list." The village chief realized what he was doing now and smiled, overjoyed.

His eldest daughter-in-law gave birth to a fat grandson for him back then. She was also happy at that time, but not as happy as she is now.

He patted Fang Zichen's back hard, and the boss said happily: "You kid, you can do it!" Brother

Zhao asked, "...really hit?"

"Yes!" the village chief replied : "It's still the first place."

The first place...

Brother Zhao's ears were numbed by the huge buzzing in his head, and he felt as unreal as if he was in a dream. After a while, he realized belatedly that his husband had really passed the exam.

His shocked eyes were a little out of focus, and he looked at Fang Zichen with excitement and panting, and he took the initiative to approach him.

"...Husband, you passed the exam."

"I know!" Fang Zichen's eyes remained clear, calm and self-possessed, and said, "I just said it."

Brother Zhao hugged him He stretched his arm and said: "But you are the first."

He never thought that Fang Zichen could take the first place.

He went to take the scientific examination, and Brother Zhao's biggest hope for him was to be on the list.

There is a scholar in the family, so Brother Zhao pays more attention to the imperial examination. Not to mention that Scholar Wang, who has been in the imperial examination since he was nine years old and has not passed the examination in his twenties, is the most famous person in the town. Anhe Academy, the children there can be counted with one slap.

Han Chuang had been studying hard for ten years. Although his husband had read books before and could read, Fang Zichen told him last time that what he studied there was different from what he learned in Daxia.

So in real terms, it has not been half a year since his husband picked up the book!

And... during the county exam, my legs were numb from sleeping!

With all this going on, he didn't dare to hope for anything.

Even if he could be on the list, he should be at the bottom, but this time, he is at the top.

How can I not be excited?

"I know!" Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao looked at him, the look of admiration in his eyes was undisguised, straightforward and ****, he would raise his head as if he regarded himself as a god. Fang Zichen looked at Brother Zhao, the two pieces were open and closed. His lips were bleeding red at the moment, and his face was slightly red due to excitement, like a ripe apple, moistened by water. He had tasted that Brother Zhao's lips were sweet, soft, and life-threatening. of.

Those black grape-like eyes are innocent and alluring.

Fang Zichen felt comfortable and awesome, feeling a little light and airy, but he was used to being humble and said: "It's just the first place! It's not a big deal, I'm so excited for you, you have to learn to get used to it."

The village chief glared . He said, "Isn't this a big deal?"

He had already thought about it. He wanted to kill two chickens and open an ancestral temple to celebrate when he went back.

Although Fang Zichen is not from the He family, he settled in Xiaohe Village, and Xiaohe Village will be regarded as his ancestral home from now on.

The ancestral temple is the ancestral temple for the whole village.

Fang Zichen swallowed his throat, his slightly convex Adam's apple slid up and down, waved his hands, and said nonchalantly: "It's really nothing, it's just my normal operation."

There were many people at the meeting, cheers, pain, and congratulations, one after another. Continuously.

Fang Zichen said: "I have told you before, so you can rest assured. To me, the scientific examination is just like eating, sleeping and drinking water. It is not difficult at all. You don't believe me and are so anxious. This Will..."

Fang Zichen originally wanted to say that this county's examination is easy to wash.

Although those scholars studied hard for ten years in poverty, they also had nine years of compulsory education.

Moreover, when he was two years old, the turtle nanny hired by his adoptive parents began to 'enlighten' him. Later, when he was three years old, he entered kindergarten. Since then, he has never left a book.

He is lazy, so he memorizes books that others have to memorize many times, but he immediately memorizes them after reading them.

During his more than ten years in school, the education he received and the books he read were equivalent to others' decades.

It is no exaggeration to say that he can beat An and the guys from the academy by a long way.

The county exam is just as difficult as the high school exam.

He is a top student, but if he can't pass the high school entrance examination, he will really hit a wall and die.

It's just a county exam!

To get first place in the exam, just do it casually.

At this time, there are hardly any students around who failed the exam. Fang Zichen is also sensible. He even spoke louder and lowered his voice. He didn't say anything else and didn't dare to say it. If he said it, it would be like throwing stones into the public toilet, which would inevitably cause public outrage. .

Brother Zhao covered his mouth: "Stop talking."

Fang Zichen laughed: "Are you afraid that I will be beaten to death if I talk too much?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Village Chief: "..."

He Daleng and Uncle Liu shook their heads and laughed helplessly.

This guy has a really loud tone.

But fortunately, he is just as capable.

Otherwise...it would be so embarrassing.

Those in the village who said he overestimated his abilities and laughed at him for not knowing how much he weighed had to shut up now.

Brother Zhao said, "It's good that you know."

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Fang Zichen said.

The scholar who had just had a conflict with them was standing on their side anxiously.

There was a book boy in his late teens who squeezed his way out of the crowd.

He raised his hands and shouted loudly: "Young Master, I'm hit, I'm hit..."

The scholar took two steps forward, grabbed the boy's shoulders, and shook him back and forth.

"Did I win?"

"Yes." The scholar said, "Congratulations, young master. Congratulations, young master."

"What's your rank?" the scholar asked.

Fang Zichen turned his head and looked over.

The scholar was in pain from being caught, and his nails seemed to have penetrated his clothes and pierced into his flesh. However, he did not dare to show anything. He just said happily: "Fifty-sixth."

Hearing this, the scholar paused for a moment, but soon laughed. It's open.

Although the ranking was not as expected, it was a win at least.

"Yo..." Fang Zichen's voice intervened: "Fifty-sixth, counting down!"

The scholar smiled and said: "Although he is on the countdown, he is still on the list, unlike some people... ····"

"What's wrong with some people?" Fang Zichen said, "You ask your book boy first, what is his name?"

The scholar looked towards the book boy.

The smell of gunpowder between the two people was very strong, and the book boy immediately said: "Hey, my name is Fang Zichen!"

This boy was unfamiliar, not a classmate in the academy.

Not from the private school either...

He raised his eyes to look at Fang Zichen in shock, and saw him hugging his chest and laughing so hard.

"It's... it's you!"

Fang Zichen nodded: "Yes."

Scholar: "..."

No one dares to pretend to be someone like this.

Fang Zichen shook his head: "I am the first, and you are also the first, tsk... what kind of fate is this."

The blood seemed to flow backwards.

The face feels hot and swollen.

The scholar didn't dare to raise his head. He pulled the scholar and was about to leave, but his shoulders suddenly sank as hard as a thousand pounds.

Looking sideways, a pair of cold white-skinned hands with distinct joints and delicate and slender bamboo-like hands appeared in view.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!" Fang Zichen grabbed the person, bent his waist slightly, and came closer. His tone was obviously familiar and gentle, but when it came to the scholar's ears, it seemed to be mocking, but also like a chill.

"Don't leave in a hurry!" Fang Zichen sneered: "Weren't you very arrogant just now? Didn't you tell me husband to get out? Didn't you tell me to wait?"

The scholar's head dropped to his chest.

Every word Fang Zichen said was like a slap on his face.

He has never been so humiliated in his life.

He was last.

People are ranked first.

There are dozens of people separated in the middle, so there is no comparison at all.

The county examination is only the first level for children.

If he passes the government examination, then the other party is a real Tong Shenglang.

According to previous experience, if the person who ranks first in the county examination does not go wrong in the government examination, does not have diarrhea, is not unconscious, has braids, and suddenly becomes a monk after seeing through the world, then it is certain that he will be on the red list of the government examination.

He is the last person to pass the government examination. Unless there is smoke coming out of the ancestral graves, or the second channel of Ren is suddenly opened, it is really difficult to get on the list.

Originally, the county had tried it, and he was quite happy to hook the gate of the government examination. Now... he still has

the courage to offend others.

He bent down and apologized to Brother Zhao, and then Fang Zichen let go of his hand: "Go away..."

The group of people walked back laughing.

The village chief said he was going to cut two kilograms of meat on the street and celebrate it when he went back. Brother Zhao took people directly to Old Man Li and cut three kilograms of meat. When the village chief wanted to pay the money, Brother Zhao beat him to it.

This is a big happy event for the family. Naturally, I have to buy the meat myself, cook a good meal in the evening, and treat everyone to a meal. How can I get anyone to pay for it?

Knowing that he had made some money from his business and his family was well off, and that his management was the same, the village chief did not rob him.

I was smiling all the way back.

...

On the other side, in the Yamen.

The examiner responsible for invigilating and marking papers is packing his bags and preparing to return.

The departments responsible for the imperial examination were different in each dynasty.

The examiner is the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and the official is of the third rank.

Logically speaking, such a high-ranking official should have a lot of things to do every day. Even if he presides over the scientific examination, he should be above the college examination. To preside over the county examination, it is quite "overqualified".

This examiner has a middle-aged appearance, three-dimensional facial features, and a deep outline. He is very outstanding in appearance. He is the man appointed by the former emperor when he came back to the throne.

The top prize, the second prize, and the top prize are the most eye-catching positions at the high end of the imperial examination.

It is the lifelong dream of most scholars.

There are rumors that Mr. Li, the examiner, was as knowledgeable as the number one scholar at that time. Based on his grades and performance in the palace examination, he far exceeded the number one scholar in the field. However, among the three most outstanding people, one was old and the other was quite knowledgeable. , but his facial features are straight and average. The other one, Mr. Li, has outstanding literary talent and appearance, so he should be the number one scholar.

The emperor thought backward, but he chose Mr. Li as the third flower.

There is really no other way.

This Tanhua is the facade of the first three songs.

Except for Mr. Li, the other two people are unable to take on this important responsibility.

This will be sorted out, but the carriage arranged by the county magistrate to see him off has not yet arrived.

Before dawn, he suddenly asked the people around him: "Who will be the head of the county from now on?"

How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife?

Grading county examination papers is not a difficult matter, as it is all carried out by colleagues and subordinates.

Someone said: "Sir, the head of the county is a young man named Fang Zichen."

Chapter 107

"Oh~" I became interested before dawn.

There were four people in their group.

He himself did not participate in the marking, but the other three people did.

All examination papers collected must have their names anonymized. It will be divided into three parts and reviewed by these three people. After the passing papers are compiled, all three people will read them and then discuss the ranking together.

In the past, when it came to this last step, the examiners had different preferences. Some focused on writing style, and some focused on practical strategies. They always made a fuss and became angry.

But this time I heard that the first place was unanimously agreed upon by these three people, and there was no fuss.

It's inevitable to be curious before dawn.

"Who is this Fang Zichen?"

The servant waiting next to him was shrewd. He had listened to him talking before, and now he presented a scroll with both hands.

When you participate in the scientific examination, when you register, there will be a painter one by one, and the names will be marked next to them.

This is to prevent the occurrence of such phenomena as taking the test.

These painters have "excellent" painting skills and can draw people into sixty or seventy-seven likenesses. The portraits of the students who passed the exam will be delivered to the capital by the county government. If the person is promising enough, the portrait will be delivered to the capital by the government officials and appear on the royal table.

During the government examination, before entering the Gongyuan, there will be officers and soldiers holding the portraits for comparison.

The servant had already asked someone to get a copy based on Fang Zichen's previous portrait.

As soon as I opened it before dawn, my eyes lit up.

It's not because of the painting skills that I'm amazed, but because of the people in the painting, they are really outstanding.

Although the artist's slightly poor painting skills failed to paint the people very expressively and vividly, they could not hide their color.

Especially those eyes, the sockets are slightly deep, and the eyes seem to have sharp ice edges, and they also seem to be cynical.

And then there's...

this guy is actually the county chief?

Although he took advantage of the convenience of coming to Fu'an Town to visit his classmates and friends before taking the county exam, he left a deep impression on Fang Zichen before dawn.

He has been 'proctoring' exams for many years, both in government and college exams, and has seen thousands, if not tens, of thousands of candidates.

Those who can enter the government examination and college examination have rich experience in the outcome.

But even so, he has never seen anyone in the examination room play like Fang Zichen, who should eat and sleep. Other students will inevitably lose their appetite because they are nervous or because the questions are too difficult to write. Some, two buns, some couldn't even finish, but this kid didn't feel nervous at all.

When writing the paper, he seemed to write on the paper without thinking. He was not as cautious as other candidates.

Moreover, he has been an official for many years and has great official authority. He is used to it and his face inevitably looks serious. Not only do people outside scare him, even the youngest son at home is always afraid when seeing him.

But Fang Zichenjing dared to smile at him.

Sitting under him and being stared at by him, he didn't panic at all.

The county examination is a mixed bag, with everyone included.

After finishing writing, but before eating, his eyes were rolling. He ate steamed buns and drank soup. When he was full and satisfied, he began to sleep.

It was normal for young people to sleep a little more, but he had never seen him lie down on the table and sleep all afternoon.

Like a pig.

There are those who are half-hearted, those who are forced by their parents, and those who come to see the world. Because of this, when people are sleeping, they don't let people shout.

Just like this... unexpectedly... he

is still the county guard? ? !

He did not doubt that his men had read the wrong volume.

On the contrary, those who can follow him always have some ability.

It seems that this person must have some ink in his belly.

There was the sound of wheels outside.

The carriage is coming.

Before dawn, he rolled up the scroll, handed it to his servant, and climbed into the carriage.

The wheels started rolling again.

The county magistrate waved to him and said no more.

The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and they talked all night long. They had said everything they needed to say, except for "It's a long journey, so take care along the way." There was really nothing left to say.

The scenery on the roadside receded little by little, and the carriage gradually drove away from Fuan Town.

For Fang Zichen, a commoner who was not yet a child, he didn't take it to heart before dawn.

If he is 'promoting', we will meet him in Beijing in the future.

If we stop moving forward, Fu'an Town is thousands of miles away from the capital, and we will never have the chance to see each other again in this life.

But he didn't know it before dawn, and he didn't expect it. In less than three years, he met Fang Zichen at the Jinke Palace Examination in the capital, and... he was even put in a sack by the other party and dragged into a dark alley. He was beaten so severely that one of his teeth was knocked out.

······

The results of the county test were blown away, and everyone knew about it in one morning.

Dean Anhe Academy was very surprised and felt shameless.

The top students in the county examination in previous years were all from Anhe Academy.

Although there are people from other private schools on the list, they have never taken the top spot. Their Anhe Academy, both in terms of reputation and the talents who teach there, has far better qualifications and knowledge than the old scholars who opened private schools.

Therefore, if anyone wants to study and advance, his first choice is Anhe Academy.

However, the Grand Academy requires sixteen taels of silver every year, excluding the books, paper, pen and ink at its own expense.

Although this is a lot for the middle- and upper-class people in the town, it is not impossible to pay.

But for the people at the bottom and in the village, if you work for sixteen taels of silver a year without eating or drinking, with your face facing the loess and your back turned to the sky for a year, you can't earn so much.

Therefore, although the big academy is good, you can only choose to study in a private school with lower tuition fees.

If this number one came from one of these private schools, that would be fine.

It's embarrassing and a little embarrassing.

But this first place is someone I don't recognize.

Not to mention their Anhe Academy, those private schools were also caught off guard by Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway.

After inquiring carefully, when they found out it was Fang Zichen, the dean and Ji Xiucai's expressions turned ugly again.

People in the village had never seen Fang Zichen read a book, and they just thought that he worked every day and took the scientific examination just to join in the fun.

But people in the Zuixiao Building knew that Fang Zichen had read books... Although he often did two things while reading, he was very energetic and smart, and everyone thought he could pass the exam.

Now that I know that he is not only on the list, but also ranked first in the exam, everyone is so happy.

Yang Mutao even asked Wang Xiaohu to give him eight taels of silver, plus two rosewood writing brushes.

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When Guaizi woke up, he felt that the bed board under him was hard, and there was an old cabinet in the room. The cabinet at home was newly bought and not shabby. He immediately discovered that it was not shabby. Not in a familiar home. .

"...Daddy, daddy..."

He shouted with a cry.

The old door creaked, and Aunt Liu pushed the door open and came in.

"Oh my dear, you're awake!"

When he saw a familiar person, the dear boy used his unique skills again. His tears swished away, and he immediately smiled and called out sweetly: "... "Grandma Liu!"

"Hey~" Aunt Liu responded.

It was still early, so she asked him if he wanted to sleep for a while. He shook his head, and she took him out of bed. He put on his shoes, looked around, and asked: "Good boy" Where are daddy and father?"

"Going to town," Aunt Liu said.

"Oh! Father and Daddy must be going to make a lot of money. My dear boy will be waiting for them at home."

Aunt Liu touched his big messy head and smiled: "Well! Our dear boy is so good and sensible.

" Zai lay down by the window and saw that Liuyou and Brother Zhou were still sleeping, so he sat quietly under the eaves and wrote on the ground with a branch.

When they started to wander around, Aunt Liu steamed a bowl of eggs and burned two sweet potatoes for them to have for breakfast.

Brother Zhou was going to deliver vegetables to Zuixiaolou, while Aunt Liu took the two children to weed and water the vegetable fields.

The vegetable patch was only that big, and they relied on this land to eat. The Liu family worked very diligently, hoeing every day, and the grass was hoeed off before it even had time to sprout.

The two children couldn't do the watering work. When they heard laughter coming from the grain drying field, they told Aunt Liu that they wanted to play.

In the village, they had nothing to fear, so Aunt Liu waved them away.

There were several groups of children playing in the sunbathing field.

Zhou Dazuo, Zhou Xiaoyou and Ma Xiaoshun were also there. Normally, if they saw the good boy, they would definitely ask him to go over and ride for them, but this time they stayed far away and did not dare to provoke him.

They split up to play, and Guaizi and Yoyo stopped next to another group of children who were playing. They didn't come close, they just squatted on the side and looked at the two little lumps from a distance.

Liu Dali was rubbing mud. When he saw them, he tilted his head and thought for a while before walking over.

Guaizi pulled Liuliu back two steps and looked at Liu Dali timidly.

Guaizi is not very afraid of Liu Dali. Liu Dali has never bullied him before.

Five other children came over. They are all young. The eldest Liu Dali is six years old. There are two brothers who are as skinny as bamboo poles and look like five years old. The other three are all boys, dark and must be similar. Liu Dali is average.

The families of these six children are all quite poor and live close to each other, so their relationship is naturally better.

Whether you are an adult or a child, your class and status are clearly defined.

The other little girls and boys thought they were shabby and had no toys or snacks, so they were not willing to join them.

Another child occasionally plays with spinning tops, grasshoppers, and candies to eat.

"What are you looking at?" Liu Dali asked.

The good boy shook his head, took courage, and asked: "I...can I play with you?"

Liu Dali said directly without thinking: "Yes!"

The good boy became excited. , I was just a friend, and when he saw a group of children playing together and making a lot of noise, he was envious and eager.

But at that time, he was scared of being beaten by Ma Xiaoshun and others, and he was also 'busy'. When he saw other children, he would run away from him in fear, or hide and watch them play.

Now that I have been with Fang Zichen for a long time, I am so bold.

If he is bullied, he is not afraid anymore.

My father said that as long as he is here, no one can bully me.

The last time Ma Xiaoshun bullied him, his father avenged him. Zhou Dazuo and Zhou Xiaoyou were also scolded by their father. Look... these three people are avoiding him now!

The good boy's chest straightened up, and his two little nostrils were about to turn upward. If anyone bullies him, he will run back and tell his father to avenge him.

Guaizi was loyal, so he asked, "Can Liuliu play with you too?"

"Yes!" Liu Dali said.

Fang Zichen is a celebrity in the village, everyone knows him.

In the past, Ma Wen was the most promising person in the village. He traveled around with cargo ships and earned a few hundred pennies a month. The adults in the family always told their children that you have to be like him in the future, then you will be successful.

But now when the family is eating, educating the children, and chatting at the dinner table, they no longer talk about Ma Wen, they are all talking about Fang Zichen.

There is no bad word to say about him.

This family also talked about the county exam during dinner, but they didn't say anything about how he was underestimating his abilities or anything, only that he was brave.

Although the children are young and not very sensible, they are still sensitive to money.

How can a few hundred essays be compared with three taels?

Moreover, he is the first person in the village to know how to read, so he is very impressive.

Guaizi is his son, so he must be very good.

And... they had all seen Guai Zai before, and they all thought Gui Zai was pink and waxy, pretty and cute, but at that time he had been following Brother Zhao and would run away when he saw them, so Never had a chance to speak.

Then the boy asked if he could play with them, and everyone was very happy.

"What are you playing?" asked the boy.

"We are cooking!" Liu Dali waved to them: "Come on, I will teach you how to cook!"

Guaizi pulled him over.

They got off the grain drying field and stopped in a paddy field.

After the crops were harvested, the water in the fields was drained, but the soil inside was soft.

Children in the village don't have many toys, so they use local materials to play house.

Tangyuan is made from mud.

The so-called vegetables are wild grass leaves and small wild flowers.

The legendary kitchen knife is also a thin stone.

Salt is dirt crumbs.

The glutinous rice balls were cooked, and the boy paid the money and ordered two.

The boy who cooked glutinous rice balls asked him: "Are the glutinous rice balls delicious?"

"Hmm..." The good-looking actor pretended to take a bite, moved his little mouth, stretched his neck and swallowed, imitating Fang Zichen said seriously: "It's generous, but it's not glutinous or sweet enough!"

It looked like the real thing.

He was about to stand up when a piece of candy fell out of his pocket.

A little boy picked it up.

Chapter 108

The oil paper wrapped on the outside of this candy is quite beautiful, red, with light-colored kitten paws printed on it, a bit like a lollipop.

The candies that Fang Zichen bought before did not have sticks. The sweet boy liked sweets. The candies were so big that he would stuff them in his mouth. He couldn't bear to eat them all at once, so he just kept them in his mouth. Then his saliva kept flowing out, making it wet under his chin. Clothes are always wet and sticky.

Later, I changed to this one with a wooden stick. If your mouth is sore, you can take it out.

However, this kind of candy wrapped in printed oil paper is expensive, and you have to pay a fine for one, and you have to go to the cake shop to buy it.

For every household in the village, the most expensive snacks they buy for their children during the New Year and festivals are caramel candies.

Caramel is cheap and comes in small pieces with no packaging.

It is not the modern kind of caramel. Modern sugar is low-quality, rough and cheap. It is sweet and tasty. But the caramel here has a bitter taste. Fang Zichen has eaten one. The taste is like sugar melted in water. Added salt, whether it's sweet or salty, it's hard to describe.

This candy is usually sold by vendors or available in grocery stores.

A cheap pastry like Guopinzhai costs more than ten or twenty cents, and a more expensive pastry costs more than thirty or forty cents. It is a place that specializes in 'high-end' goods. Unless it is a big gift, people generally don't want to buy it. Dare to go in.

Even adults don't know what is sold inside, let alone children who have never been out of the village.

The child returned the candy to Guaizi and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"It's candy!" Guaizi said: "My father bought it for me!"

Fang Zichen was afraid that his teeth would be bad, so he only allowed Guaizi to eat one piece a day. pellets.

When I took him out in the morning, Brother Zhao put two pills in his pocket. One is specially for Liuliu.

Guaizi was still sleeping at the time, so Brother Zhao didn't give any instructions, but he knew what Guaizi was like. Even if Guaizi liked this candy, Fang Zichen said he could only eat one, and Guaizi just wanted to eat it to death, and he would do whatever he wanted with the candy. He drooled three thousand feet down and wouldn't eat a second one. He had some good stuff, but he didn't think about himself first.

Zhao Geer and Fang Zichen will always be ranked first. If they are not around, the remaining one will definitely slip away.

"I have never seen such beautiful candy." A child asked: "Is it delicious?"

He didn't want to eat it, he was just curious!

"It's so good!" said the boy. He dropped one and peeled off the remaining candy wrapper, wanting to share it with his friends. However, the candy was round and hard, and he couldn't break it open. His little mind was spinning. Circle, eyes stopped on a stone.

······You can throw stones at them.

He is weak and cannot break it open.

Liu Dali and the other children didn't know what he was up to. They just thought that they couldn't eat the outside of the candy and had to eat the inside, so they went over to help.

When a stone hit it, the candy sank into the soil and shattered into dregs, making it impossible to pick it up.

Liu Dali was stunned: "... Good boy, yes, I'm sorry!"

Good boy's belly is small, but there is a boat inside, which is very atmospheric. Although he feels distressed and regretful, he still sniffs. He insisted: "It doesn't matter."

The guys formed a circle around the residue left by the lollipop, as if in silence.

Not to mention the good boy, other children felt it was a pity, and one little brother even started crying.

If it is broken into small pieces, it doesn't matter even if it is stained with dirt, you can still pick it up and eat it.

But this time... Yoyo

peeled off the candy and said: "There is one more, let's eat it together!"

Eight children sat in a row next to each other on the field ridge, and the good boy put the lollipop in his mouth and licked it , then passed it to Liuliu, Liuliu licked it, and then passed it to a little brother, and then to the last one, the lollipop was licked and passed from the other end.

The little ones slurped and ate happily.

Sugar is expensive for its own reason.

Several other children's eyes widened when they took their first lick.

When Fang Zichen came over, these children were bragging with their short legs shaking.

"My father is the best, he can embroider!" said one child.

Another said: "My father is amazing. He can pick up two bundles of firewood that is so big and heavy that I can't even carry it."

"My father is also amazing! He can carve flowers, and no one else can."

"None of your fathers are as powerful as my father. My father is not even afraid of venomous snakes and dares to eat them."

"My father can build a house, a big house."

"My father can kill pigs."

Everyone praised me, the good boy. With a wave of fist, the blood surges.

"My father is the worst, he can stand on his head and fly."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen just wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

A child scratched his head and asked: "What is Xiang?"

"Just... uh uh uh..."

Fang Zichen couldn't listen anymore, so he took a few steps over and covered the good boy's mouth. .

This damn kid, what are you talking about!

The last time he was bragging to Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao asked him if it was true. He said that if he was bragging, he would stand on his head and eat Xiang. As a result, the good boy asked him what Xiang was, and he said it was shit.

It was such a joke, but I didn't expect that Guaizi would still remember it.

But is his whole body so powerful? ?

There are so many things to brag about, including height, appearance, reading and writing, if you pick one at random, you will be the one who crushes everyone. If you insist on saying that he stands on his head and eats flying.

The child is ignorant. When I go back later, people will misunderstand that he really ate shit. What should I do? He

is handsome, handsome, and suave, but he has this kind of hobby...

Is he still alive? ?

Do you still want to be famous for a lifetime?

It's a fucking cheat, it's a fucking cheat.

Even if he dares to eat poisonous snakes, it doesn't matter. It's not like he hasn't eaten them before.

Picking firewood was a piece of cake. He could easily lift anything weighing several hundred kilograms.

At that time, a weightlifting coach told him that he was a talent and asked him to join the sports world. He was not interested in this aspect, so he refused.

embroidered? He also...forget it.

Blind comparison is wrong.

Every father is the best in the eyes of his children.

Guaizi didn't think much about it.

He felt that his father knew what his friends said, and his father was much better than his father.

He doesn't know how to pick firewood, embroider or anything like that now, but when he grows up, he can, but he can't eat while standing on his head.

He tried it, but couldn't swallow it.

Fang Zichen covered his mouth at this moment, just thinking that he was playing with him, and smiled, and his short legs shook even more cheerfully.

Fang Zichen let go of his hand, and he immediately climbed up from the field ridge, hugged Fang Zichen's legs, and used all four limbs to climb on him like a little monkey.

"Father, you, Simo, come back!"

If you don't come back, will your reputation be ruined?

Fang Zichen looked at him, his whole body was a little stuffy and his hands were a little itchy.

But it is wrong to hit your son.

Moreover, his son was short and small, so he couldn't bear to part with him.

Fang Zichen squeezed out a smile and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Guaizi shook his head: "Not yet, but Guaizi ate Tangtang! Tangtang is good, isn't it good for father?"

Looking at the heart that was soaked by the rain and dew, , licking the candy back and forth, Fang Zichen shook his head and said, "Thank you, dad won't eat. Are you hungry? Do you want to go home with dad for dinner?"

The good boy frowned and said that he hadn't introduced his new acquaintance to Fang Zichen yet. Little friend.

The children stood up now, as if they were afraid of Fang Zichen, standing up straight and not daring to breathe.

He looked scared, but he looked at Fang Zichen with admiration.

Guaizi spent the whole morning with someone, and the friendship established with a piece of candy is quite strong. They are like brothers who have been through life and death.

He pointed at the person and said this was Xiao Hei.

Fang Zichen looked over.

"..."

This name is so damn appropriate.

This child is dark and has bright eyes, just like an African child.

If it were night, he might not be able to see anyone.

Then there are Yadan, Gou Sheng, Er Zhu, Hu Zi...

A child must have a few friends.

The county exam had been passed, and in half a month, he would have to leave for the capital city to take the prefecture exam.

I had seen the papers of previous years' government examinations in the bookstore before, and after referring to them, I thought it was not a big deal.

He was confident that he could pass, but the college examination would require some effort. Not to mention reading books all day long, it would definitely take more effort than the county examination and the prefecture examination.

I used to think about taking the scientific examination in order not to be dragged to the border to serve as a soldier, which was quite cowardly.

Then the ambition changed to having enough to eat.

Now...he has fully witnessed the importance placed on scholars in this era. Why did those gangsters from Anhe Academy dare to show off their power to him, dare to find trouble with him, and yell at his husband to get lost?

It's not just because I know two words.

If he doesn't work hard, things like this will definitely happen again in the future.

When the time comes, if the other party is more noble and powerful, he is afraid that he will really have no choice but to take his whole family and flee to the end of the world.

Moreover, don't compete with the steamed buns to compete with the tone.

His stepson is so damn like him, he is so discerning that no one looks down on him, but he prefers someone like Brother Zhongyi.

Can a guy like that who combines talent and looks be 'cheap'?

If he doesn't work hard, his son will only be a "peasant" in the future, digging in the soil for food. He doesn't even have an acre of land. Here, it is important to be well-matched. How can people like him?

In my own eyes, my own son must be the best!

The good boy is obedient and sensible. Fang Zichen is so cute now. To him, he wants the stars but not the moon.

He still has to work hard and let his son become a second-generation official and a second-generation rich man.

And...he couldn't bear to see Brother Zhao working so hard, and he couldn't bear to see the inferiority and grievance in his eyes when he was pushed and shouted to get out.

He wanted to be the force that enabled Brother Zhao to stand up straight, the capital that enabled him to be 'willful' and 'unrestrained'.

Brother Zhao recognized the two characters, and as soon as he heard the name, he knew it was not chosen casually.

Thinking about it this way, before he was abducted, his family situation should be pretty good, even more than average.

The academy does not accept girls or boys. If boys and girls want to learn how to read, in addition to parental education, they also need to hire specialized tutors to come and teach them.

If it's just average, where is the spare money?

If so, then only boys will be sent.

After all, brothers and girls are going to get married, and once they get married, they belong to someone else's family.

People here pay attention to having many children and grandchildren, and they are superstitious that only boys can inherit the family business.

Without a son, there will be no future.

Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens in Brother Zhao's family, he will definitely have more than one child.

He had to work harder. The imperial examination was the fastest way for him to earn power.

But if he wants to get through and go all the way, he will definitely not be able to spend much time with his children in the future. If he has friends with whom he can play and have good conduct, then he should be able to be carefree and happy throughout his childhood.

Moreover, a boy always hangs a small basket on his wrist to collect sheep excrement. What does this look like!

Boys should act like boys and play in the mud when it's time to play in the mud.

As long as he doesn't get beaten, he can play house

if it's time to play house, and he has no problem with going into the mountains with the female monkey to become a savage.

Fang Zichen touched his pocket and took out a handful of candies.

The oil paper was colorful and had just been eaten. It was sweet and completely different from caramel. It was a hundred times more delicious than caramel. Several children's pupils were shaken and the corners of their mouths were drooling, but no one came forward to grab it.

This is good!

After each person was given two candies, Fang Zichen led Guai Zai and Liu Liu back.

Before leaving the city gate at noon, Brother Zhao saw someone selling fish and bought one specially.

A full eight pounds.

However, this fish had a big head. When I came back to remove the scales and opened the belly and washed it, there was only a little more than seven pounds left.

He called Aunt Liu's family to come over for dinner in the evening. He also called the village chief, Mr. and Mrs. Wang Damei, He Daleng and Uncle Liu, and the clan leader.

I helped vouch for it before, even though I bought some meat to express my gratitude, but I looked at the list in the dark and was 'worrying' about Fang Zichen's affairs. For this reason, I should treat someone to a good meal.

Furthermore, if you want to gain a foothold in the village, you must have a good relationship with important people in the village.

There's nothing I need help with today, but what if I need it in the future?

He was sold to Xiaohe Village. He had no relatives in the village, and Fang Zichen was a stranger. He didn't even know which mountain overseas his ancestral grave was buried on. A single tree cannot make a forest, and if we don't get along well with each other, if we encounter the same thing again that we asked someone to help guarantee, what should we do? How could you have the nerve to ask for help?

When there are many people, it becomes troublesome to cook food.

Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu came over to help in the afternoon.

After all, Brother Zhao is young and doesn't have much experience. There are many people, so he is not sure how much food to cook.

When you invite someone to a meal, you would rather have leftovers than less.

The dishes included one fish and two pounds of meat, which didn't sound like much, but for a poor family, this was nothing more than what they ate during the Chinese New Year.

Big fish and meat, decent enough.

Chapter 109

Brother Zhao is killing fish in the yard outside, and Aunt Liu is helping to cook. The kitchen is clean, things are neatly arranged in categories, and the rice vat specially used for rice is also conspicuous.

Aunt Liu opened the lid and saw that it was full of white rice. She was stunned for a moment, and then covered it up again.

There is no more rice in the kitchen.

Aunt Liu went out and asked Brother Zhao where the brown rice was kept. Brother Zhao said there was no brown rice at home.

Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou paused.

"Then, what do you usually eat?"

"Eat white rice!" Brother Zhao said.

Aunt Liu took a breath and felt that Brother Zhao's family was very luxurious.

No wonder there is no brown rice at home.

White rice, how expensive it is! One pound can carry three pounds of brown rice.

Their family has some spare money now, and they don't dare to eat like this. Burn money by studying, and there will be many places to spend money in the future. What's more, Fang Zichen is still living in the village chief's house now. If he has more money, it would be better to buy a piece of land and build a house.

It's your own, so you can live in peace of mind. Otherwise, what if one day the village chief's house can no longer be occupied, or if something dirty happens, and people say they want to take the house back, what will happen?

A house cannot be built in a day or two. Where will you live then? If they were all adults, they could just find a place to make do with it, but there would be a child here.

Moreover, farmers value the land very much and feel that it is their root.

Aunt Liu thought about persuading Brother Zhao to save some money first, build a house, and then buy a few acres of land. In this way, even if something goes wrong with the business in the future and the business fails, he can still come back to farm. If you don't starve to death, this is the only way out.

But this conversation reached my throat, and after thinking about it, I swallowed it back.

No matter how good her relationship with Brother Zhao is, Brother Zhao is not his biological child. Even if he is his biological child, once he gets married, he will be in charge of his own affairs. She told Brother Zhao what she needed to explain and what she needed to tell her. If she stretched out her hand now, she would inevitably be disliked by others.

If you invite people, you have to cook more food.

Watching the ladles of rice being poured into the pot, Aunt Liu felt heartbroken.

The sauerkraut made two days ago is not edible yet. Brother Zhou has it at home all year round. He went home and brought some over and cooked it with the sliced ​​fish.

The fat meat is cut off, fried, and then stir-fried with cabbage. The lean meat is stewed with dried bamboo shoots.

There were a lot of fried vegetables, and a big table was laid out.

There are not enough stools, bowls and chopsticks, so we have to go to Liu's house to bring them.

After all the busy work, dinner was finally ready.

When the village chief came, he was carrying a jug of wine, Liu Daleng was holding a chicken, and the patriarch was holding a basket of eggs.

Said it was a 'congratulatory gift' to him.

At the dinner table, Guaizi sat next to Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao. He saw so many people coming to the house before and asked Brother Zhao why they came to the house for dinner.

Brother Zhao told him that because Fang Zichen came first in the exam and had been helped by them before, he wanted to celebrate, so he invited someone to have a meal.

The good boy then asked: "Daddy~"

Brother Zhao said: "Huh?"

"Is it boring to be the first?"

"Of course!" Brother Zhao said.

The good boy clenched his fists: "Then the good boy will also be the number one in the future! The good boy must be tired of being tired!"

"Okay!"

"But, why is the first place tired?"

Brother Zhao said. Zi choked.

Fang Zichen knocked on the good boy's head: "Stop asking. Children can't ask so many questions about meal time, otherwise their brains will be burned out and they will turn into little fools."

"Ah~" The good boy was frightened and hurriedly scooped up the food. A scoop of rice stuffed into his mouth.

The village chief laughed, filled the glasses of wine for He Da Leng and others, and poured a glass for Fang Zichen himself.

"Boy Fang, come on, let's have a drink with uncle!"

Fang Zichen frowned slightly as he looked at the liquor being pushed in front of him.

All men like to drink, but Fang Zichen is an exception.

During the previous chat, Brother Zhao asked him if he drank. He said no and felt that this stuff was a bit like horse urine.

Brother Zhao asked, "How do you know it looks like horse urine?"

Fang Zichen was stunned on the spot and couldn't go back.

What should I say?

Do you want to say that he drank?

That's impossible!

He just felt that the colors were a bit similar.

When he was underage, he drank secretly with his second brother twice. When it reached his throat, he vomited it back and couldn't swallow it.

It would be hard to refuse such hospitality.

If you don't drink, you won't give the village chief face.

Fang Zichen gritted his teeth, raised his head and fucked, and then his whole body suddenly felt bad.

Damn it!

This wine must be made from chili pepper water!

Very spicy.

The body reacts automatically and subconsciously 'rejects' this dangerous thing.

It was like swallowing a spark, and after vomiting twice, it burned from the throat to the stomach, and the buttocks were also burning.

The alcohol content of the home-brewed wine is not too high, but it is very high and has great staying power.

Fang Zichen's pretty face turned red instantly.

But his eyes were clear and he didn't seem drunk.

"Hey! You can do it, kid." The village chief praised: "You are so bold and have the same demeanor as I did back then." He followed suit. After drinking, he asked for more in the bowl. Wang Damei patted his arm and said, "Old man, don't I drank too much."

"I'm sensible," the village chief said, "and I'm happy now, so it's okay to be drunk."

After returning from town at noon, the group separated at the entrance of the village.

The village chief lives in the center of the village, where there are many people, and he knows that the results will be released today, and it is midnight. When he has eaten and has nothing to do, he sees the village chief coming back from outside. Knowing what he is doing, he immediately surrounds him and asks.

"Village chief, how are you?"

"Um..." Seeing him smiling, someone asked hesitantly: "Did Mr. Fang get hit?"

The village chief nodded: "Yeah! Got it." As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh again. It had been almost two hours since the morning, but now he still couldn't hide his excitement, and said in an excited tone: "And he is still the first place, the first place." ."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of gasping from the surroundings.

"······Really, really..."

"You're right!"

"How could you be wrong!" The village chief affirmed: "I asked the scholar, and Da Leng and I asked him repeatedly. Confirmed, yes."

Those who wanted to see the joke were dumbfounded.

Who would have thought!

Not only did Fang Zichen win, he also ranked first.

First place!

What a concept.

There were so many people taking the exam, but it didn't matter that he broke through the siege and still reached the first place. He was really awesome and promising.

This news, swept by the wind, spread throughout the entire Xiaohe Village.

Those who had expected to see his joke immediately shut up.

Some people are also happy.

Fang Zichen settled in Xiaohe Village, and he will be a member of their village from now on. Even if he is not a relative, he is from the same village. If a young scholar comes out of the village, it will be a very honorable thing to talk about. Don't look at the hateful face to see the Buddha's face. , In the future, no one will dare to fool and bully them when they go to town to find jobs.

It's really a shame for Xiaohe Village.

This is considered a big happy event in the village, and everyone is willing or unwilling to do so. At this moment, they all want to go home and discuss with their families to see what to give.

Ma Wen stood outside the crowd, his face was livid, and his fists were clenched tightly. He said, "The tiger fell flat and was bullied by the dog." He is now in a state of destitution and has lost his job. The Li family and the Sun family have eyes for him, not eyes, and a nose is not a nose. .

Old Ma and Mrs. Ma used to dote on him, and he would greet him all the time when he came back from the boat. But now he stays at home every day, and he doesn't have to go on business or leave home. Moreover, he gets annoyed when he sees him too much. Ma Xiaoshun is small and has a sweet mouth. Ma Xiaoshun is small and sweet. The old lady now favors him more than Ma Wen.

Aunt Ma, Mrs. Li and Mr. Sun would have a small quarrel every day and a big quarrel every three days. When they got angry, they would use all kinds of dirty words and even get violent.

He tried to break up the fight, but she pulled Aunt Ma away. Aunt Ma blamed him for not going toward her, and pulled Li and the others away. Li and the others were not vegetarians, and said he was a grown man with only this ability. No wonder he was in his twenties and didn't ask for anything. With a daughter-in-law, even a bitch brother can't look down on him.

The most promising person in the village also changed from himself to Fang Zichen.

Falling from the cloud pool to the mud is nothing more than that.

Ma Wen has never felt that life is so depressing and annoying.

Ma Laoer glanced at him: "Okay, go back!"

"Uncle...I feel bad!"

"I know."

Ma Wen lowered his eyes, still immersed in jealousy and resentment, and his ears were caught off guard . A gloomy voice came from the ground.

Ma Laosan didn't know when he came.

Ma Laosan was unhappy when his enemy succeeded. The higher Fang Zichen climbed, the more frightened he became.

Not sure what he was thinking of, Ma Lao San suddenly laughed and patted Ma Wen on the shoulder: "Don't worry, he won't be proud for long."

Ma Wen suddenly raised his head: "What?"

"You don't need to understand." Ma Lao San explain.

...

After eating and drinking, Brother Zhao sent people away, cleaned the pots and pans, and Aunt Liu's dishes and chopsticks were just washed and put in a basket for Brother Zhou to take back.

He closed the door to the courtyard and looked back to see Fang Zichen still sitting on the door rail with Guaizi in his arms.

"Damn it," Fang Zichen hugged the good boy, put his face against his, rubbed it, and asked, "Do you love your father?"

The good boy hugged his neck: "Yes, yes!"

"That's okay. "Fang Zichen said: "Father loves you too, and you must love him too. When your father is old and unable to move, you can't just think about eating mats and meat. Your father was strong and powerful when he was young, and he will be stronger when he is old. , maybe we can save him, if you bury me alive, then I will really be a big injustice."

He rambled on for a long time, and the good boy followed him in a sticky manner. After saying a few words, he started singing. Same, I say 'I love you', you say 'I love you', three words, back and forth.

Brother Zhao stared for a long time and realized something was wrong. This person was probably drunk.

He went over to pull Fang Zichen up and wanted to tell him to take a shower and go to bed. Fang Zichen raised his head, his neck was smooth, his skin was like a peach blossom, and the pink was delicate. In the past few months, his hair had grown a lot, so he would tie it up with bangs. He is thirty-seven, with a full forehead showing, his eyes are slightly dazed, and he is less aggressive. He looks quite gentle. If he puts on a suit and glasses, he will look like a well-dressed beast.

"What?" Fang Zichen glared at him: "Didn't you see that I am chatting and having a heart-to-heart conversation with my son? Don't wait, it will be your turn later."

"You are drunk." Brother Zhao The son pulled him again: "Go take a shower."

Fang Zichen didn't move: "Who is drunk?"

Brother Zhao said helplessly: "You!"

Fang Zichen waved his hands: "Are you kidding? I just drank a little. You want to knock me down with just a bowl of wine, it's impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Brother Zhao was a little speechless.

Guaizi helped: "Dad, my father was not drunk, and he didn't even hit Ren."

Ma Laoer will hit people when he is drunk.

Therefore, Guaizi's definition of drunkenness is that if he hits someone, he is drunk.

Fang Zichen didn't hit anyone this time and spoke smoothly, so he thought he was not drunk.

Fang Zichen touched his little face: "My son understands me, you are really my dear baby!"

It was getting late, and it was impossible to reason with a drunkard. Brother Zhao said: "Then you should go too Wash it!"

"Okay!" Fang Zichen stood up and said, "You can tell me to love you."

Brother Zhao couldn't help but blush, "What nonsense!" He went to the kitchen.

Fang Zichen went in to take a bath. Brother Zhao coaxed the good boy to sleep, then sat in the yard and waited.

Soon, he saw Fang Zichen walking over with his clothes open and a large area of ​​his thin chest exposed, carrying a basin of water.

Brother Zhao: "Do you want me to wash your hair?"

"No!" Fang Zichen shook his head: "This is the foot washing water for you."

Brother Zhao blinked, a little flattered: "Why did you slap me so suddenly? "Foot-washing water?"

"Let me show you what a great man is." Fang Zichen placed the basin, squatted in front of him, slowly lifted one of his feet, and took off his shoes and socks.

Brother Zhao laughed: "Then what!"

"Do you feel very happy?"

Brother Zhao was very honest. He frankly expressed his feelings at the moment: "Yes..."

He really didn't expect it. Fang Zichen could do this for him.

When he thinks this person is already very good, Fang Zichen can always break his mind... make it a little better, and a little better.

"Then do you like my cute style or my handsome style?" Fang Zichen asked.

Brother Zhao remembered Fang Zichen's words, raised his white feet and touched his knees lightly.

With a bright smile on his face: "I like you, you are crazy!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Chapter 110

Fang Zichen was drunk, but he was not stupid: "Damn, you are such a good brother. I really admire you. I am having a good relationship with you, but you said such a thing." , If it weren't for the fact that you were my husband, I would have passed him by just one step."

Brother Zhao smiled, but was not afraid of his words at all: "So cruel!

" Men, just be ruthless." Fang Zichen said, feeling a little discouraged.

He felt that he no longer had any status in this family.

Brother Zhao didn't dare to talk to him like this back then. Now he not only yells at him, but also touches him. Hey...

let's not talk about it, he also has to wash his husband's feet.

Brother Zhao went back to the room first and lay on the bed for a long time before Fang Zichen opened the door and came in. His eyes were very red, and the depths of his eyes were full of desolation. When he sat by the bed, his whole person looked dull and very depressed. lonely.

Brother Zhao frowned and lay down behind him, their faces touching each other. Fang Zichen turned his face and kissed him, then said nothing.

Brother Zhao asked softly: "What's wrong? Aren't you sleepy?"

Fang Zichen held one of his hands and was uncharacteristically silent for a while before saying in a deep voice: "I miss home."

This was the first time he said this. Words come.

Brother Zhao couldn't help but tremble all over.

Fang Zichen seemed heartless before, and he rarely said such things to Brother Zhao.

At that time, Brother Zhao had just come out of Ma's house, and he was always worried about him disappearing suddenly and abandoning him and his son. Fang Zichen did not dare to say such things.

He acted very indifferent and didn't mention it, just to avoid worrying him.

I drank some wine today and got drunk, and my heart became fragile. The longing for his family that he had previously sealed in a honeypot would be opened up, flooding in like a tide, overwhelming him, and almost drowning him.

Brother Zhao's eyes were full of uncontrollable distress. His lips trembled for a while, suppressing the words he wanted to ask the most, and asked instead: "Can you tell me about your past?"

"Yes! "When he talked about this, Fang Zichen became excited. He told about his past glorious deeds, how prestigious he was in school, how he smuggled in hot strips under the inspection of the nanny with X-lasers in his eyes, and how he followed him in the middle of the night. His second brother hid under the quilt and ate spicy strips, and how he framed his elder brother.

At that time, in front of adults, he seemed to be a well-behaved, sensible and smart child, but when he was with his second brother, he was like a monkey that just came down from the Flower and Fruit Mountain.

But he couldn't talk about these stupid things, as it would damage his manhood.

"When I was Third Young Master Fang, my life was very comfortable." Fang Zichen said: "I ate popsicles in summer and hot pot in winter. There were air conditioners at home and school, so I never got hot or cold. My aunt at home was very good at cooking. I can cook a lot of delicious food. I can eat whatever I want. The emperor is not as good as me."

"Air conditioner?" Brother Zhao asked softly, "What is that?"

Fang Zichen said, "It's just one that can blow cold air. You may not understand something that can blow warm air. Anyway, you just need to know that it is a very magical thing."

Brother Zhao felt very magical when he heard what Fang Zichen said. Things he couldn't imagine.

He had never seen those things before in the capital.

"Then how did you get here?" he asked.

"Of course... Damn, that's a cliche!" Fang Zichen came back to his senses and became unhappy, saying, "Don't ask, I won't tell you if I ask."

Brother Zhao unconsciously clenched his fists, fingernails It sank deeply into the flesh of the palm, and the figure reflected on the wall looked embarrassed and thin.

The words finally came out.

"...Do you still want to go back?"

Fang Zichen said without hesitation: "Be a slave here and a young master back home. I definitely want to go back."

In ancient times, it was really inconvenient to do anything.

Oh, no, you can't say that. It's just that I don't have money and it's inconvenient to do anything.

In the past, when he was still a young master, he would always have a special car to pick him up when traveling, and his legs were just for show. But here, he relies on his two legs to go everywhere. When people drive a carriage and fly past him, he is envious and jealous.

And he has no identity, and all those cats and dogs are trying to bring bad luck to him. He is a gentle and reasonable man who grew up under a red flag and bathed in the spring breeze. Now he is forced to be a lot more rude.

On the other hand, here he was carrying a weight that no one at his age should have to bear.

He has grown slowly.

Now he doesn't dare to slack off in making money. If in modern times, without education or background, he can still work in a factory to tighten screws, and if he works hard, it would not be a dream to earn 6,000 yuan a month.

But it won't work here.

I want to farm, but damn, I don't even have a palm-sized field at home.

Hey...

I don't think about it anymore, I just cry when I think about it.

Hearing this, Brother Zhao was depressed and heartbroken. He seemed to be no longer as high as he was at the beginning. With a low voice, he lay down and said, "Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow!"

Fang Zichen leaned forward to catch up. He went over and held his brow: "What's wrong?"

Brother Zhao's eyes flickered: "...No."

Fang Zichen was silent for a while: "Are you afraid that I will leave you and go back alone?"

Brother Zhao The son immediately retorted: "No, I..."

"I'm not that kind of person." Fang Zichen said: "I think they are right, but now I have seniors and juniors, and I can do it wherever I go. I can't live without you, you seductive little goblin. "

The other half is the one who can stay with him for a long time.

My parents have each other, and my two older brothers will also get married in the future.

Life is too long, and there must always be someone who knows you and stays with you. When you come back after a tiring day, there will be fireworks in the kitchen. When you go out, you will receive caring greetings. When you encounter problems, you can have someone to discuss with you. When you are bored, you will have someone to talk to with you.

There is communication in spirit, and dependence and tolerance in life.

Now that he has found such a person, and even slept with him, unless Brother Zhao cuckolds him, he will identify with Brother Zhao for the rest of his life.

Brother Zhao was not worried that he would leave him and his son alone. He just felt that it was wrong for such a good person like Fang Zichen to live in this remote village with him.

In the past, looking at his behavior, Brother Zhao thought that he should be the pampered son of a wealthy family. But now that he heard what he said, the life he lived before was so luxurious and wealthy that he could not imagine it.

It seems that he has to make good money and work hard to give his husband the best life.

He hooked Fang Zichen's neck with both hands and pulled him in: "Husband, I... want you!" "

..." These words were like a thunder in the dark night, and Fang Zichen's head roared. He gnawed down with a groan: "Old scalper is about to start plowing the land and sowing."

Brother Zhao hit him and laughed out loud: "You are talking nonsense again."

The two laughed and rolled into a ball.

Yang Mutao gave him a few days off, and he could take another day off tomorrow. Brother Zhao went to town to sell hot sauce in the morning, while Fang Zichen stayed at home to take care of the children.

I drank wine yesterday and didn't go to bed until midnight. I couldn't get up in the morning.

When Brother Zhao got up, he stopped someone in a daze: "Why don't you take a day off today!"

He is a hard worker and tired, but Brother Zhao is probably no better than him lying down. After all, every time At the end, Brother Zhao was exhausted and paralyzed.

"It's okay." Brother Zhao carried the good boy next to him and tucked them in with a thin quilt: "It's still early, you can sleep a little longer." "

Oh!" Fang Zichen's voice was confused: "Then you come back early, I will miss you."

After changing places, Guaizi rubbed his eyes and smiled when he saw Fang Zichen. He called him grandma again and moved into his arms, holding his arms. Brother Zhao leaned on him. In his ear, he whispered a few words of advice.

Guaizi hummed twice: "Don't worry, Dad, Guaizi promises to complete the task!"

"Okay~" Brother Zhao closed the door and went out.

When the good boy woke up, he smiled broadly when he saw Fang Zichen still lying down.

He knew that as long as he woke up and Fang Zichen was still there, it meant that he didn't have to go to work and could stay at home all day and play with himself.

Brother Zhao had expected it, and no one called him, so he could sleep until noon.

The good boy pouted and kissed Fang Zichen, then climbed down on the edge of the bed.

I came to the kitchen, fetched water, rinsed my mouth and face, and when I was done, I moved a small bench to sit by the stove and started to light a fire.

There are buns that Brother Zhao has wrapped in advance in the pot. All you need to do is turn on the fire and cook them.

Brother Zhao didn't dare to expect Fang Zichen to cook breakfast for the good boy.

The last time he rested, my dear boy was used to having breakfast. When he woke up, he would complain that he was hungry. Fang Zichen hugged him, closed his eyes and coaxed him, saying, "My dear, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep. You need to eat less." When you are hungry, you usually have only one worry, but once you are full, you will have countless worries, so many worries can only be solved after you are full. Father hopes that you will be a carefree and happy child, so , Promise dad, we won't eat anymore, okay?"

"Yeah..." Guaizi seriously stopped complaining about being hungry and slept with him all morning.

Brother Zhao had no choice but to let the good boy fend for himself. He casually asked him to cook it and asked Fang Zi to get up in the morning to eat.

The big one is unreliable, you can only count on the small one.

Halfway through steaming the buns, there was a knock on the door, and then someone called him.

"Good boy..."

is the friend we played with yesterday.

The good boy ran out. There were several children standing outside, including Yoyo: "You guys, Ximo, are you here?"

"Want to play together?"

The good boy shook his head and patted his belly: "The good boy hasn't replenished his energy yet. "

The friends didn't understand: "Ah? What?"

"You are hungry, you have no energy, you have to eat to have energy," said the boy.

A child took a sweet potato off his neck and handed it to him: "That's for you to eat."

The child's home was far away on Dongshan Mountain, and it took almost an hour to go back and forth.

His parents got up in the morning and had to go to work there. There were no elderly people at home to help them. They didn't come back for lunch at noon. They were afraid of starving the children, so they roasted a sweet potato. Since there were no pockets, they tied it with hemp rope and hung it on the on his neck.

When the parents go to work, the children wander around the village.

People come and go in the village, and when a stranger appears, everyone will stare at him, not afraid of losing his child.

Sweet potatoes are pink and sweet. For children, they are much more delicious than brown rice porridge mixed with wild vegetables or hard, hard-to-bite woofou.

They rarely eat breakfast and are often hungry when they wake up in the morning. At this moment, they just thought that the good boy was hungry too.

This can be given to the good boy, which shows that it is quite generous.

"Thank you, I don't." Guaizi shook his head, still remembering Brother Zhao's words firmly, and felt a heavy responsibility: "I can't go out to play, I have to cook for my father at home, otherwise my father will be hungry. Hi!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen was speechless when he heard this as soon as he went out.

He is an adult and asks a child to cook for him and spread the word. What does it look like?

It's not like he's unreliable all the time. Last time Brother Zhao was around, he didn't get up.

Brother Zhao is not here at the moment, and he is also afraid of starving his son. Isn't this a stepping stone?

He greeted a group of children into the house.

There are only two solitary pieces of firewood on the stove, and the flames are not yet strong. If you are very hungry, it may be cold or hard, and the buns are not yet cooked.

He added a few more.

There are only six buns in the pot, and one for each person is definitely not enough. You can eat it by yourself and let the children watch. Although they are not your own children, they are dark and thin, which will inevitably make people feel distressed.

And there is no shortage of these buns at home.

He ate one, gave another to the boy, and divided each of the remaining four in half for the children to eat.

To the children, these buns were almost like meat. They were polite at first and shook their heads saying no, but when they saw Fang Zichen eating them, they drooled loudly and the skin in their throats almost broke.

"Eat! You're welcome!"

A child took it and said, "Thank you, Uncle Fang!"

There was no water in the water tank. Fang Zichen finished eating the buns, let the children play in the field outside the house, and went to fetch water by himself.

After carrying water and chopping firewood, Brother Zhao was diligent. The kitchen and yard were clean, except for a few sets of clothes in the basin that had not been washed.

This laundry... seems to be a bit difficult.

But is this level of difficulty enough to frustrate a wise, mighty, handsome man like him?

What a joke!

He took the mallet and the basin, raised his hand, and the eight children immediately followed him, like a mother duck leading a group of ducklings.

Guai Zai hadn't finished eating the steamed stuffed buns yet. He was holding it in his hand. Fang Zichen looked at him, biting into small bites like a chicken pecking at rice. He looked quite delicate when eating.

Fang Zichen looked at it, anxious for him.

"Son," he bent down, holding the water basin under his arm with one hand: "Are your buns delicious?"

They are all buns made from a ball of flour, and the fillings are the same. They are steamed together in one pot. When it comes out, the taste is not the same.

The good boy nodded fiercely: "That's great!"

"How about you give it a try, father?" Fang Zichen asked with a smile.

"Okay!" Guaizi said, "If you have good things, you must learn to share them together. Guaizi will tie them for his father, but he can only tie one bite!" "Okay." Fang Zichen said, "Father can only take

one bite."

Lifting the bun with his feet, Fang Zichen took a big bite, like a bottomless pit, and all that was left of the whole bun was the small piece in his hand.

Good boy: "·······"