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Chapter 151

When Li Yisheng came back that night, his eyes were slightly swollen, he must have cried, but his face was full of joy.

Aunt Li didn't let Li Yixing go after Xie Xiao Yu, so Li Yixing coaxed her back to her room. She wanted to read some books again, but she couldn't read the book while she was holding it, so she finally came to the yard to wait.

Li Yisheng came back very late. He wanted to ask Li Yisheng if Xie Xiaoyu went out to look for him. Did he find him? What did we talk about again? Why did you come back so late?

But before he spoke, Li Yisheng looked at him first. He didn't know how to describe the look in his eyes. It was sharp, disgusting, and hateful. He was made to feel hairy all over at the sight.

This time is no exception.

He turned away, trying to avoid the cold gaze, but heard Li Yisheng's sarcastic voice.

Li Yisheng said: "My brother is not good at anything else, but at least he is better than his cousin. After all, he can stand up from the tribute courtyard, unlike his cousin..." Seeing the veins on Li Yixing's forehead jumping, His face turned red, he slapped his mouth and said: "Oh, look at me, why are you bringing this up so early in the morning? We are all members of the Li family, so I am embarrassed to say this. Really, after sleeping all night, I am all I'm confused. Please don't take it seriously."

Second Aunt Li: "..."

The handkerchief on Second Aunt Li's hand is about to be shattered.

The carriage happened to arrive, and Li Yisheng got on the carriage first. He didn't wait for Aunt Li to come up until he lowered the curtain: "Let's go, hurry up, or there will be too many people and we won't be able to squeeze in."

The coachman looked at Aunt Li . , slightly hesitant.

Li Yisheng frowned: "Still not leaving? Don't you want to do it?"

The coachman belonged to the eldest family member of the Li family, and Li Yisheng was the serious master. He did not dare to delay any longer. He whipped his horse whip and the wheels began to move.

Aunt Li spat towards the back of the car: "Son, look at your cousin, he is looking down on us!"

Li Yixing's face turned pale.

He knew that his eldest cousin and his mother were not easy to deal with, so she could treat him very well. Until he got engaged to Xie Xiaoyu, Li Yisheng became a little colder towards him. Although he was not as enthusiastic as before, he could still get by in terms of face. I wouldn't treat him like this.

He... must know, must be.

Aunt Li: "Son, what's wrong with you?"

Li Yixing's palms were sweating: "Mom, I...I'm fine."

Aunt Li was holding her breath in her heart: "My son, you have to work hard! Your elder brother dares to insult us like this, not because he looks down on our second wife. You have to strive for success and come back as a scholar to bring honor to your mother. Do you understand?"

The carriage disappeared at the end of the street. Li Yixing looked away and clenched his fists: "Son. Got it."

Li Yisheng came early, but before it was time to release the results, there was already a large circle of people outside.

He jumped out of the carriage, ducked down, and rushed into the crowd like a firecracker.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, but you come from behind and go to the back."

"As for you, you rushed in with your eyes closed and hit my butt.

" Why are you squeezing, stop squeezing, youre going to kill people. "

Li Yisheng was pushed out again.

He was not as tall as Fang Zichen. He tried jumping a few times but couldn't see inside.

"Brother Sheng..." A voice exclaimed from behind.

It was Xie Xiaoyu.

"You Why are you here? "Li Yisheng frowned

when he saw him. Xie Xiaoyu ran towards him excitedly and said, "I'm here to see the list!

Li Yisheng was not very happy: "Did you watch it for Li Yixing? "

These words were full of jealousy. Xie Xiaoyu laughed and held his arm: "I want to show him what I do. " "

Then you..."

"I thought you would come."

"It turns out you want to see me! " Wouldn't it be nice to see you when you go to the medical clinic? It's early in the morning, aren't you sleepy? Li Yisheng broke away his hand: "There are many people, so be careful." "

Xie Xiaoyu pursed his lips.

After waiting for a while, the gong sounded, the officers and soldiers opened the way, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites held the red list in their hands and passed by the crowd.

"It's time to release the list. "Xie Xiaoyu said.

"Yeah! Xie Xiaoyu said with a sad face: "But we can't squeeze in and what should we do if we can't see?" "

It would take less than two hours to wait for all the people in front to disperse.

Li Yisheng jumped a few more times, and all he saw were a few dark heads.

He sighed, glanced at Xie Xiaoyu, and changed his mind. : "How about you hug me?

Xie Xiaoyu opened his mouth wide: "Ah? " "

" Just like when we were kids and we had to climb over a wall, I would hold you up! Li Yisheng said.

Xie Xiaoyu: "..."

Xie Xiaoyu couldn't believe it: "I'm a brother, shouldn't you hug me?" "

I would like to," Li Yisheng looked at him: "But look at me, I have skinny arms and legs, can I be hugged?"

"You think I'm fat? " Xie Xiaoyu's eyes turned red: "Obviously that night you said you only liked me like this, saying I was chubby and cute, but now you dislike me again."

Li Yisheng hurriedly coaxed: "Hey, I was just joking, how could you take it seriously? " "

When Li Yixing and Aunt Li arrived, the outside of the Gongyuan was already crowded with people.

Li Yixing was chatting and laughing, but he didn't hear it at all. He seemed to have seen something and was stunned on the spot.

Seeing that he didn't move, Aunt Li pulled him. : "Son! There are so many people, what should we do? Can't see it! "

Li Yixing said nothing.

"What's wrong? "Second Aunt Li followed his gaze, and a breath of air rushed up from the soles of her feet.

She saw Li Yisheng holding Xie Xiaoyu's legs and lifting him up. The two of them were swaying, as if they were about to fall down at any time.

Li Yisheng worked so hard that his face turned red and his legs trembled. He had not seen this little fat man for several years and was getting heavier.

He cried that night and said that he had not seen him for several years and that he could not eat well or sleep well. He was haggard and lost a lot of weight. How can

I be so thin! If he

is really thin, he must have been so heavy before. He gasped: "Did you see it?" " "not yet! Xie Xiaoyu patted him on the shoulder: "Hold on tighter!" Don't wander, you haven't eaten! If you lift me up a little higher, I can't see the names at the bottom of the red list. " Li Yisheng: "..." Is this a question of whether to eat or not? It was as heavy as a pig, and he couldn't even lift half a bucket of rice. He gritted his teeth and tried hard to eat . , lifted Xie Xiaoyu up again, "Did you see it? Xie Xiaoyu frowned: "No! " I've read all the rest. " Aunt Li was very angry at first and was about to scold her when she got there. But after hearing these words, her anger was mostly gone. She looked at her for a long time and didn't see anything. She was afraid that she had failed the exam.

"Look, what I said first." Seeing Li Yisheng glance over, Second Aunt Li said with a smile: "Isn't this just white? The dirt in the village can't see beyond the three-thirds of the land. If you can recognize two words, you don't know how high the sky is. Yes, you..."

"Brother Sheng..."

Xie Xiaoyu interrupted her with an exclamation.

"I got it... I got it... Fang Zichen got it!"

Li Yisheng had no time to argue with Aunt Li: "I got it? Did you read that right?"

Xie Xiaoyu looked straight ahead and affirmed: "No Wrong."

Li Yisheng seemed to be looking at his own ranking, and he was very excited: "Where is it?"

"First place?" Xie Xiaoyu said loudly.

Most of Li Yisheng's excitement dissipated instantly.

I seriously doubt that he was wrong.

First place? ? ?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He wouldn't even dare to brag like this!

In the past thirty years in Yuanzhou, the first place in the government examination, college examination, and rural examination has all come from Qinghe Academy, without exception.

It's not that in his own territory, the official Xiangyou deliberately missed the question.

The imperial examination is very strict, and cheating such as buying and revealing questions will not only deprive the candidates of their honors but also ban them from the examination for life once it is verified.

Qinghe Academy's ability to win the top spot again and again is entirely due to its strength. Apart from the Imperial College, the most powerful schools in Daxia are the academies in various prefectures. These academies have strong teaching staff, and the teachers who teach are all from high-ranking academic backgrounds.

Unlike Anhe Academy, in a small place, the dean was only a scholar.

Teachers are the ones who pass on the knowledge and teach the students. These masters of education come from various states and counties. They are all talented and knowledgeable. They have been screened by the dean and the prefect at all levels, and only those who meet the conditions can stay in the academy.

Most of these academies cultivate talents for the imperial court, and the teaching directions are all related to the imperial examinations. The students recruited are the most outstanding and talented among their peers. From the masters to the students, they are all among the best. The poor students of Qinghe Academy I couldn't get in, so I came to other academies, and the teachers who taught classes were not as good as Qinghe Academy. They were already far behind others, and this was a big gap. Therefore, compared with Qinghe Academy, it was difficult for other academies to compare. contend.

Xie Xiaoyu, a person from Yuanzhou, certainly understands, so when looking at the list, he always looks at it from back to front.

Since then, a total of 60 people have been admitted to the government examination, but there are as many as a thousand students taking part in the government examination, and only one out of ten can only do so when thousands of troops cross a single-plank bridge.

When he looked in the middle, he still didn't see Fang Zichen. His heart was pounding and his palms were sweating unconsciously.

It was rare for Li Yisheng to have a friend he could chat with. They chatted for a long time that night, and Li Yisheng kept talking about Fang Zichen. Although he was complaining about Fang Zichen's lack of morality and being unkind, Xie Xiaoyu could see the joy between his features.

Li Yisheng really regarded Fang Zichen as a brother.

If Fang Zichen didn't make the list, he would probably feel sad for Fang Zichen for a long time. Unwilling to give in, he looked from back to front again, and when he reached twenty, he still didn't see him.

The more I look at it, the colder I feel.

The tenth place is still missing.

Starting from the 30th place, all those going forward are from Qinghe Academy.

Top ten...

It seems that Fang Zichen really failed the list. But after seeing this, Xie Xiaoyu looked forward again, until he came to the first place.

His eyes widened almost instantly, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Fang Zichen...

The first place, the top position, the three big words are shining brightly.

He was afraid it was the same name, but the information behind it was correct.

Fu'an Town, Xiaohe Village.

Each name on the red list is followed by a line of small characters. It is basic information for students.

To prevent duplication of names.

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In the past, names were not written on the list, but the candidates' examination numbers were written. But the people followed the excitement and looked at a series of numbers, and they didn't understand who was on the list. Who was on the list, and where did he come from? How old are you? Don't understand anything.

Why do students take part in the imperial examination? To put it nicely, it is to serve as an official for the people, to serve the country, to serve the country, and to contribute to the people. But to put it bluntly, it is just to be proud and famous. People don't know who you are? Why Yang Ming?

How to satisfy vanity?

It was inconvenient after all, so I later changed it to a name.

The candidates were followed by detailed information, and those from colleges were followed by such-and-such college. A 'wild' student like Fang Zichen naturally had no college to write about.

At this time, it is mostly written where the household registration is.

Xie Xiaoyu was so shocked: "Brother Sheng, Fang Zichen is the first."

Li Yisheng put Xie Xiaoyu down: "You hug me, let me see."

Xie Xiaoyu was happy and didn't care anymore. He squatted down to hug Li Yisheng. A burst of laughter suddenly came.

"First place, what a fool's dream." Aunt Li smiled with disdain.

In her opinion, there is no one else but her own son who can compete with Qinghe Academy.

Li Yixing said that there was no hope of getting into the exam this time. Even her son couldn't pass the exam, and that kid couldn't even get into it.

Li Yisheng was focused on the red list at the moment and had no intention of paying attention to her at all. Xie Xiaoyu picked him up easily.

There are only three names on the red list.

Arranged from left to right, Fang Zichen's name is the most conspicuous, and Li Yisheng can almost scan it at a glance.

"It's really the first place! My mother! Now I'm naked!"

Aunt Li's eyes slightly opened: "Impossible, how can it be..."

At this moment, there was a noise in front.

"Fang Zichen? Who is this?"

"I don't know, I don't know him! He's not from Qinghe Academy."

"What..." Someone didn't look at the list yet, and exclaimed: "This is the first Isn't he from Qinghe Academy?"

"How is this possible?"

"What's wrong? So many eyes are looking at him...

" The last message was the name of the village! "

Everyone was stunned.

The first place was not from Qinghe Academy. Everyone was surprised enough to break Qinghe Academy's decades-long monopoly on the first place, but the result...

was even more surprising.

The name of the village is written on the back. What does this mean?

This means that this person has never been to an academy or received any formal education. The villagers may have learned a few words on their own while working in the fields and resting on the edge of the field.

Just like that, defeated them all.

Incredible.

It's incredible.

Someone whispered: "Could it be..."

"What nonsense!" Someone scolded him: "Not to mention how strict the examination room is, how can he, a man from the village, still recognize the official who gave the question? No."

"Maybe we really know each other!" the man said without giving up.

"You didn't take your head out today? Or are you too excited and stupid? He has the ability to recognize the official who can answer the questions, and has the money to buy the questions. How can he stay in the village? Why not go to Qinghe Academy?" Qinghe

Academy? It is a place that most talented people in Yuanzhou yearn for. Anyone who recognizes the two characters wants to sharpen their heads and dig in.

According to the imperial examination regulations of the Great Xia Dynasty, the palace examination was set by the emperor himself, and the first selection, that is, the county examination was set by the local magistrate. The questions in the government examination, hospital examination, rural examination, and imperial examination were all set by the prime minister of the dynasty or the Imperial Academy.

In the Hanlin, not everyone has this qualification. Generally, only senior officials with knowledge and political experience can do so.

Their Yuanzhou was thousands of miles away from the capital, and the examiners who wrote the questions had to be quarantined and monitored on the eve of the imperial examination.

When the test questions are sent to each government, they are also personally supervised by the Royal Guards.

From the examination papers to the Gongyuan, twenty or thirty people were watching at every step. Who dared to do anything?

Who has the ability to do anything?

Aunt Li was stunned, with a look of shock on her face.

Li Yisheng finished scanning the list with a smile on his face and his eyes were completely blind: "Oh, Second Aunt, I just checked it for you, but I didn't see my cousin's name. It seems that your trip today was in vain."

Li Er Aunt: "..."

Li Yixing said nothing.

Although I had expected it, when the day finally arrived, I still couldn't help but feel disappointed.

They are all his brothers. Li Yisheng did not comfort him, but continued to make up for it: "There are some people here! They are easy to use and do nothing, just for fun. They also got the first place in the exam. Some people stay up late at night. It took a lot of hard work to study, but Huangtian paid off and got on the list. However, there were also some people who didn't pass the exam. Let's not compare him with geniuses. They obviously studied all night long. Others passed the exam, but he couldn't. , What's the point of this? Oh! He must be too stupid. It 's useless even if he doesn't eat or

drink , even if he has a book tied to his eyes.

Ups and downs, Xie Xiaoyu looked at him, he only felt embarrassed.

Li Yisheng was still making up for it, as if he wanted to make him die of embarrassment.

"Cousin, do you think that's right? Do you think what the elder brother said makes sense?"

Li Yixing groaned, his mouth moved, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Saying yes, where does he put himself?

If you say no, then why is he not on the list?

Aunt Li knew why Li Yisheng said this, because Fang Zichen spent the entire afternoon wandering around the country, and she mentioned this matter several times.

But it was all about Fang Zichen, why did Li Yisheng insist on this matter?

"Xiao Sheng, don't forget who is your brother." Second Aunt Li said: "His surname is Fang, your surname is Li. You and Xiao Xing are brothers. You should protect each other, instead of adding insult to injury like this. My family If Xiaoxing passes the exam, won't you follow him and take advantage of him? Can he still forget you as his elder brother?"

"No, I don't dare to take advantage of him." Li Yisheng's eyes were bright: "Besides, I, Li Yisheng, really want this kind of brother. I'm sorry."

Aunt Li twisted her hands: "What do you mean?"

"I think you should understand." Li Yisheng said impatiently, "Xiaoyu, let's go."

As soon as Xie Xiaoyu walked away, Li Yixing grabbed him, and then he said: "Xiaoyu..."

"Why are we going?" Aunt Li looked at Xie Xiaoyu: "Don't forget whose fiancé you are! You followed a foreign man and hugged him in the street. I didn't reprimand you, but you still followed him. Did you take my family Xiaoxing seriously? "

We didn't have much contact with him before, and we only met him once a year. Before, Xie Xiaoyu thought Li Er was the same. My aunt is a kind person, but in the past few days, she has lost her sight.

Second Aunt Li was really bitter, and she was like this towards her nephew, which showed that she was not a good person.

Xie Xiaoyu struggled, but Li Yixing held on really tightly. Seeing Li Yisheng glance at him lightly, he became anxious and directly pushed towards Li Yixing's chest.

Li Yixing, a scholar with weak literary skills, was staggered by the push.

"It won't happen soon." Xie Xiaoyu said: "I will ask my father to go and cancel the engagement."

Second Aunt Li: "You..."

"Leave." Li Yisheng said.

Xie Xiaoyu said no more and followed Li Yisheng away in a hurry.

...

The first place in the government examination was taken away by an unknown boy, and everything in Qinghe Academy exploded. The servants went to copy the list and immediately sent it to the study when they came back. Mr. Wu took a look and saw the three characters clearly listed on the first place. His face was calm, as if he had expected it, and it should be like this.

This kid is really as strong as his tone.

The magistrate sat opposite him. His eyes never left Mr. Wu's face from the time the boy came in until he left. He cut a cup of tea, pushed it to Mr. Wu, and said with a smile: "Aren't you surprised?"

Mr. Wu scanned the list briefly. , most of the people on the list this time were from the academy. He knew how knowledgeable those people were, and it was expected that they would be on the list.

"I'm not surprised." Mr. Wu squatted down and held up the tea cup. The temperature was just right. He took a sip. It was tea from the north. It was silky smooth in the mouth and not astringent at all.

One tael costs hundreds of coins.

"It's rare for you to be generous." Mr. Wu said: "Tell me, what do you want to see me for today?"

"Who is the number one?" The prefect said bluntly: "Don't say you don't know him. If it were someone else, you'd be afraid I sent someone to check it out a long time ago. "

The prefect and Wu Laonai are old classmates and have known each other for decades, so they are very familiar with each other.

Mr. Wu cherishes talents and appreciates elegant and talented people, and he does the same.

In this year's prefectural examination, a dark horse suddenly appeared. He was not from Qinghe Academy, let alone which academy he came from. The prefect checked the information and found that this person not only ranked first in the prefectural examination, but also in the county examination. He was not surprised. I came here today because I wanted to discuss with Mr. Wu how to bring such talents to the academy, but I saw that Mr. Wu was not surprised at all.

Mr. Wu was both grateful and resentful to Fang Zichen.

When I think of his mouth, my teeth itch with hatred.

"He's just a free-spirited boy, very narcissistic."

"Huh?" This was the first time he described someone in this way, and his expression was complicated. The prefect became interested: "Please tell me in detail."

Mr. Wu said He told the story of the day he was in danger, and finally said: "This kid has some skills, just that mouth..." He paused, took another sip of tea, and seemed to be thinking about what to say: "Sometimes He doesn't like to talk to people very much."

The magistrate laughed, and it was rare for him to see Mr. Wu look like he was defeated.

"Listening to what you said, this must be interesting. Since you know him, can you persuade him to come to our academy."

Qinghe Academy was founded by Mr. Wu and the prefect. The prefect was busy with things and rarely asked about the academy. Everything is completely managed by Mr. Wu.

In the past, there were many outstanding people in the government examinations, but Mr. Wu had never seen him like this. If he were just a boy, he wouldn't have made such a trip in his busy schedule. He stretched out his hand: "Show me the boy's paper." Look."

"There's really nothing you can do." The prefect handed over three examination papers.

As soon as you open it, you will see Juanxiu's handwriting, but it can be said that Juanxiu is different. The strokes are strong and powerful, and the strokes and strokes are smooth and sharp. It has a unique style that makes people's eyes shine.

But that's not the best part.

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If this alone is not enough for the prefect to make this trip for him despite his busy schedule.

Those who are officials are mostly practical.

Mr. Wu reviewed countless papers, and most of the students answered the questions with beautiful words and flashy words. But when Fang Zichen was able to do both, his answers to the questions were even more to the point. He was not talking at all, just talking on paper.

One of the topics is current affairs.

There is a drought in Nanzhou. The crops in the fields are harvested and there is no food to eat. The people abandon their homes and become homeless. God will not show mercy. The busy farming season is approaching in February. What are the people doing? Official why?

Nanzhou is rich in rice and was originally a land of plenty. However, due to drought in the past six months, the river water has dropped and the riverbed has dried up. Most of the paddy fields have failed to harvest. People in many towns and villages have suffered from famine and have become refugees, flocking to towns in surrounding major states.

When people leave, the tea is cool.

The fields are barren and the natural disasters have not stopped, so no one is cultivating them.

The question is, what should people do in this situation? What should officials do?

Most of the candidates' answers were to provide feedback to the court, asking the court to send food relief in time. The people are the foundation of the country, so they should appease them and reduce taxes.

Everyone knows this.

Fang Zichen also mentioned these points, but he was more comprehensive.

Drought will lead to food shortages and skyrocketing vegetable and grain prices. At this time, the government should take appropriate control.

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The refugees are running around, easily causing unrest, and using force to suppress them will lose the support of the people. The government should first appease the people, and the government and the people should unite as one to defeat the "drought devil". Government employees should be brave enough to take responsibility.

Drought has no mercy, and those who serve as officials should provide timely temporary assistance to people in areas where disasters have caused serious difficulties in their basic lives, so as to ensure that all the people who need it are protected and rescued, and that the people's basic lives are effectively guaranteed.

On the premise of doing a good job in drought relief and protecting people's livelihood, we should consider and formulate long-term measures to deal with drought, so as to enhance the people's ability to consciously resist disasters in drought-stricken areas.

Nanzhou is only three hundred miles away from Hengzhou Huanhe River, and the water flow in the Huanhe River is sufficient. Nanzhou should build reservoirs and cross-basin water diversion projects to solve water problems such as irrigation during water shortage seasons and in water-deficient areas.

Develop water-saving agriculture in relatively arid areas, plant drought-tolerant crops, and develop water-saving irrigation.

·······

He answered many questions, including the resettlement of the people, management, and a series of tasks before, during, and after the disaster.

There were even some points that Mr. Wu himself had not thought of.

There is a drought in Nanzhou, but the weather is good in the surrounding states. They are all citizens of Daxia. They are discussing with the prefects whether they can provide some jobs or help to take over the old, weak, women and children first.

If one party is in trouble, it should be supported by all parties. If it is not allowed, it can write to the court.

The old, weak, women and children were resettled, and the remaining laborers were managed and controlled by the government to jointly build water conservancy projects.

It is impossible to say that a large group of people, old, young, and strong, are just waiting for relief from the court without doing anything.

What should we do if the refugees are not controlled and flow into other states and counties without food or drink?

Of course, if you steal or rob, it will easily lead to chaos, so you must control it in time.

If you can't grow rice due to natural disasters, then plant something else first, and plant whatever is suitable according to local conditions.

The points answered by other candidates cannot be said to be incorrect, but they cannot be said to be correct either.

As an official, the top job is to relieve the emperor's worries, and the bottom job is to do things for the people. When trouble comes, they only know how to wait for the court to help. What is this official going to do?

Moreover, the imperial court maintains a large group of generals. How much surplus food and money can be controlled?

They are all waiting for the imperial court to come to rescue them. It would be better to starve to death.

There is a long lazy paragraph on the scroll, and the words are precise, and what they say seems to be true.

But actually, if you think about it, it's all feasible.

This is official material.

After Mr. Wu read it, he remembered Yang Mingyi's previous letter.

The letter asked him to collect some food.

Yang Mingyi said that the price of food is currently uncertain and may not drop within half a year. He should buy more and store it while it is still cheap.

There are hundreds of people in his academy, and they need hundreds of kilograms of rice every day.

He called the steward in charge of food purchasing to inquire. The steward said that the price of grain had indeed risen a bit recently, with a pound costing three cents more. However, this was normal. Once the autumn harvest arrived and new grain was added, the price of grain would naturally fall. , this was the case in previous years.

Yuanzhou is far away from Nanzhou, transportation is inconvenient, and news lags behind. Mr. Wu didn't pay much attention to this matter. He just wrote back and asked Yang Mingyi, why?

Yang Mutao deliberately cultivated Yang Mingyi and took him with him when dealing with all matters in Zuixiao House. He studied with Fang Zichen for a while, and he was very quick at reading the account books.

When he checked this year's fiscal revenue and expenditure, he found that food prices were rising very fast this year.

In previous years, there has been an increase, but it usually starts around May and stops in July.

Moreover, it's not just rice that's going up. Millet, millet, wheat, barley, etc. will all follow suit.

But since February this year, the price of rice has begun to rise. Compared with previous years, it has risen very fast, but the prices of millet, millet, and other commodities have remained unchanged.

Fang Zichen once taught him to read the ledger. When Yang Mingyi finished reading it, he said, "What do you see?"

Yang Mingyi was silent for a while and said, "The number in the ledger is correct."

Fang Zichen was shocked: "A ledger is so big and thick. "That's all you see? Didn't Uncle Yang take you for a while before?"

Yang Mingyi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

It is very simple for Yang Mutao to check the account books to see whether he has made profits, whether he has lost money, and whether the people below him have made false accounts to cheat him.

"Look!" Fang Zichen opened the profit amount of last month: "A total of 836,2090 cash was earned in April, and 993,209 cash was earned in May. Comparing the two , I made more than 100 taels more in May than in April. Why? Look here, this is because at the end of May, the fat chef launched a new dish of chicken purple ladle, which made more than 100 taels in just two days. , it can be seen that this dish is very popular with customers, and we can continue to recommend it next month, and here..." He rambled on and recommended: "From the ledger, as the principal, we, some of the most basic things , you have to be able to see it. "

As a 'boss', the account book is not just an account book, you must be good at getting a glimpse of other things from the data in the account.

After analysis of these data, the current situation of Zuixiao Tower can be visualized.

What are the reasons for a decrease or increase in turnover, and why are expenditures increasing or decreasing?

As the owner of Zui Xiaolou and the owner of the first floor, you must know how to summarize the current situation through ledgers, discover the reasons, summarize the reasons, make predictions, and then make decisions.

Fang Zichen taught him a lot. The rise in rice prices was different from previous years. The reason for this situation was mostly supply exceeding demand.

After much consideration and discussion with Yang Mutao, Yang Mingyi decided to buy some rice and stockpile it.

Yang Mutao wanted to train him, so he relented.

If his guess is wrong, rice is not something that is ready to eat. If it is stored properly, it will not go bad for several years, and they will not lose money.

If the guess is accurate, it will save a lot of money.

After he replied, Mr. Wu thought about it and sent someone to collect a batch.

As soon as the settlement was settled, news of a severe drought in Nanzhou came.

Mr. Wu sighed: "This boy is quite capable, but it's a pity that he is too trouble-making. I'll go to Fu'an Town the day after tomorrow and ask him what he wants! If you want to come, I welcome him. If he doesn't want to, I can't force him. "

After all, he is his own savior.

Although he vouched for Fang Zichen, it was for Yang Mingyi's sake. It was not a big favor, and it was insignificant compared to the life-saving grace.

The last time we said goodbye, he didn't have time to say thank you, which was really rude.

The magistrate smiled, the old god was there and he looked confident.

"He won't refuse."

Qinghe Academy, a place where literati and students flocked to, no one could refuse.

Mr. Wu shook his head: "That boy has a very human mind. If you try to speculate on him using ordinary people's thinking, you will be disappointed."

...

He rushed quickly, and the red list arrived at Fu'an Town at noon.

The official of the Ministry of Rites was in the seventh rank, and the county magistrate was in the sixth rank. Although he was one rank higher than the other official, he was a subordinate of the prefect, so the magistrate Jiang had enough face to come out to meet him in person.

"Master Jiang, long time no see!"

County Magistrate Jiang came out and took a look. He paused, not expecting that he was an acquaintance.

"Old Jia? I didn't expect it to be you. Why did you make this trip yourself?"

"Come out and have a look. There's no point in sitting here every day." Old Jia bowed his hands to County Magistrate Jiang: "Master Jiang, from now on I will I want to congratulate you."

Magistrate Jiang smiled, his eyes fell on the red list in the hands of the clerk behind him, and he quickly realized: "Why, someone from Fu'an Town is also on the list this time?"

He didn't either. How excited he seemed.

It's not that there were none in previous years, but they were ranked at the bottom, and they were all not very good, just a few.

Just by scratching the edge of being on the list, the college entrance examination was suspended.

"Up." Lao Jia said with a smile: "The first place is the people under your jurisdiction."

County Magistrate Jiang: "..."

Magistrate Jiang smiled bitterly: "Old Jia, you are really good at joking, I I wouldn't have dared to think so."

With Qinghe Academy here,

Lao Jia's turn at the top of the list waved to Xiao Shi and handed the red list to County Magistrate Jiang: "The County Magistrate can confirm by himself to see if Lao Jia is here. Just kidding."

Magistrate Jiang stopped laughing and became cautious. He took the red list and opened it. He was stunned, then clapped his hands and laughed.

Fang Zichen was no stranger to him.

Okay, it's really good!

This guy gave him a face.

First of all, if nothing happens, within three years, Fu'an Town will be able to produce another talented scholar.

Fang Zichen really embarrassed Qinghe Academy. He especially felt that he had not seen enough and looked back and forth at the red list.

Mr. Jia couldn't see it and reminded him: "At that time, I came from the street riding a horse. The people outside have seen it. I'm afraid they are already outside. Please post the list quickly! Don't keep everyone waiting."

"Yes, yes, yes, look at me, I'm so happy just because I

'm patronizing you." The village chief had experience with Uncle Liu, so he waited against the wall like a gecko.

In the past, no one in the village studied, so they didn't pay much attention to it. I came early in the morning to wait, and now I am very hungry.

Old man Lin, the village chief of Xiaorong Village next door, was also there.

In the past, every time the two met, they would always exchange a few words. In the past, there were no scholars in Xiaohe Village, and the only one who could take action was Ma Wen.

But Ma Wen faced Scholar Wang and was completely defeated.

There's no comparison.

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So what if a few hundred articles a month? Scholars in other countries will be tested for talents in the future and those who will be promoted to high officials.

In the past, when the village chief met Old Man Lin, he was afraid to avoid him. But now that Fang Zichen is with him, his waist is straightened.

Brother Zhao didn't come to see the list today and was making hot sauce at home.

After selling the hot sauce, he originally planned to take Fang Zichen for a run. When he saw the village chief and Uncle Liu outside the Yamen, Fang Zichen pulled him back again.

It was just a list of things to look at. As long as someone came to see it, he didn't want to stand there waiting for hours.

If you have that kind of time, you might as well go home and chat with Brother Zhao!

Moreover, what if someone sees him standing under the scorching sun for several hours without falling down, and the news reaches the ears of Yang Mutao and Shopkeeper Yang?

Do you have the energy to stand? Don't have the energy to come to work?

Shopkeeper Yang came to see him before. When he asked for leave, he said he was so weak that he felt dizzy and his legs were shaking, and he couldn't feel better within half a month.

A slap in the face is always bad.

He didn't want to go, and Brother Zhao didn't want to go back.

Fang Zichen held his head and the actor possessed him: "Brother Zhao, I'm so dizzy. I'm going to die. Let's go home quickly!"

Brother Zhao saw him. He staggered and immediately became anxious: "Why did you faint all of a sudden? Are you tired?"

Fang Zichen responded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, so let's go home quickly!"

Brother Zhao looked at him carefully for a while. He said softly: "Then I'll go back and make you some chicken soup later, okay?"

The chicken soup he made was too much for Fang Zichen's appetite. Fang Zichen had never eaten any chicken before, and the tonic soup made him tired of drinking it. , maybe there is some drug in the chicken soup that Brother Zhao made, Fang Zichen likes it.

"Okay! I want to drink two bowls, no, three bowls!"

Brother Zhao laughed and pinched his arm: "You lied to me again."

I'm so tired, how can I still have the appetite to drink chicken soup! ! !

Return three bowls.

However, it was a bit sunny this time. Although the sun was not as hot as in summer, it was still dazzling. Fang Zichen had just sold some hot sauce, and Fang Zichen's face was as red as blood.

Brother Zhao couldn't bear to leave. He looked towards the Yamen and sighed: "Then let's go back!"

...

When the village chief came, Fang Zichen was sitting in the yard stacking chili peppers, and Brother Zhao was breaking garlic aside. .

Having been making hot sauce for a few days, Fang Zichen felt a little sick. When he closed his eyes at night, all he dreamed about was stacking chili peppers. As soon as he took a break, his hands felt like Parkinson's disease and he unconsciously repeated the same action.

"Fang boy..."

The village chief ran in from outside with sweat on his face. Uncle Liu's legs were not yet strong and he was still on the road.

There was uncontrollable excitement and joy on his face. Brother Zhao suddenly stood up, and in a fit of dizziness, he said, "...My husband is hit?"

"Yes." The village chief was really happy. A high-pitched voice: "And it's still number one."

Number one again? ?

Brother Zhao is about to jump up and down.

The good boy rushed out from the backyard, still holding a handful of vegetable leaves: "Simo? My father came first in the exam again?"

The village chief bent down and touched his head: "Yes."

"Yo... "The good boy jumped to his feet: "The good boy wants to kill a chicken as a reward for his father." After that, he ran to the backyard.

Fang Zichen remained unmoved, still stacking peppers.

Brother Zhao and the village chief looked at each other for a moment: "Husband, are you unhappy?"

Fang Zichen raised his head and glanced at them, calmly: "There's nothing to be happy about? It's all expected, wasn't I the first one last time? "You've all experienced it once, why haven't you gotten used to it?"

Village Chief: "..."

Can this be the same?

The last county exam was just a matter of themselves in Fu'an Town competing for the top spot, but the prefectural exam was different!

There are so many people, what is it like outside? The village chief has never been there, but he has heard that the students in those academies are full of economic talents, and some rich young masters have been apprenticed to them since they were young.

Fang Zichen, an overseas person, had been studying on his own for a few months, and he was able to step on top of them and take the first place, which was not impressive.

Scholar Wang from Xiaorong Village had passed the county exam before, but he failed this time.

He has taken the exam no less than ten times, mostly in county exams but failed in government exams.

The livid expression on Old Man Ganglin's face made him very happy.

The village chief didn't understand, he just thought that overseas was different from their Daxia.

In modern times, in addition to language and mathematics, Fang Zichen also dabbled in a wide range of subjects and read a lot of miscellaneous books. He was more or less involved in the Analects of Confucius, the Book of Songs, and ancient poems. He had been studying hard for ten years in a poor family, and he did the same.

In the past, he was always the first in his age group. There is no reason why he would not be the first in the exam if he were in another place.

Moreover, the county examination and the prefectural examination are indeed not very difficult. The real difficulty is the provincial examination.

Otherwise, Yuanzhou would be the best in the world.

After the government tried it, Fang Zichen was a real child, no longer a mud-legged person with no identity like them.

The village chief sat next to him, patted his shoulder, and praised him: "Boy Fang, you are really promising. Our Xiaohe Village is proud of you. Although you have won the first place, you must not be proud or complacent. You should be more diligent. I heard people say that it is even more difficult to get up in the exams in this hospital. Some people have been taking the exams all their lives and still haven't gotten over it..."

As

soon as Uncle Liu arrived at the entrance of the village, people gathered around him.

"Did Mr. Fang win?"

"Yes, he hit." Uncle Liu said.

"Oh, then he will really be a Tong Shenglang."

Tong Sheng has no practical benefits except for his title, but he has taken the first step.

Scholars were exempted from taxes and received monthly silver and rice contributions from the imperial court.

It's not much, just over two taels of silver per month, plus six pounds of rice, half a bolt of good cloth, and a pound of meat.

Others may not look down on these things, but to the villagers, the benefits are real.

"I saw Brother Zhao buying a lot of meat earlier, saying it was used to make bacon. Boy Fang likes to eat this. I have two pieces left at home. I will send them to him later to make him happy."

"I'm going home too. Take a look."

Everyone was about to go back and pack some things to take out to congratulate, but they saw Madam Ma standing still.

"Sister Ma, why don't you move? Are you ready with the gifts?"

Aunt Ma said: "..."

Aunt Ma felt ashamed and flustered.

"Aren't you reconciled with Mr. Fang? Why don't you go and congratulate me on this great joy?" someone asked in confusion.

Aunt Ma hesitated: "I...I'll go there later."

She was really in trouble and couldn't tell.

How could they have reconciled with Fang Zichen?

This scientific examination depends on reputation. If you have a bad reputation, the official will not take the examination. Everyone knows this.

Before Ma Laosan's accident happened, several daughters-in-law of the Ma family went around the village talking about Fang Zichen. They said that when he came to the house to make trouble, Mr. Ma was old and not in good health. He coughed twice and he was too noisy. I kicked Old Mrs. Ma in both feet. The old man was not in good health. Half of his life died on the spot. Now he is still lying in bed and unable to get up! It's not a good idea to be so cruel to an old man.

That day, Fang Zichen smashed their dining table. No one dared to say anything when he came, and no one dared to stop him when he left.

Everyone heard this clearly outside the courtyard gate. Fang Zichen bullied their family, and they didn't dare to resist at all.

If they had resisted, everyone would have praised them for their courage, but with so many men from the Ma family, Fang Zichen felt like he was in a deserted place. He could come and leave whenever he wanted, without even daring to say a word. It was really... Very naughty.

Mr. Ma felt embarrassed and didn't go out much for half a month.

Some people in the village took it seriously.

Even if there is any conflict between the two families, no matter how big the conflict is, it is really inappropriate to attack an old man.

The village chief knew the rumors in the village, and he didn't want to pay attention to these gossips. Anyway, they stopped after saying a few words, and it didn't hinder Fang Zichen. However, knowing that he was going to take part in the imperial examination, he immediately came forward to explain, and the Ma family also It's that kind of people. Everyone can see clearly what Fang Zichen has been doing and who he is in the past few months. Someone also saw it that day and came forward to help prove that he did smash the table in Ma's house, but he beat the old man. , it was completely nonsense, nothing happened, and only then did everyone realize that they had been deceived by the Ma family.

The village chief found Fang Zichen and told him to take it easy and stop causing trouble. If he really ruined his reputation, he would have to miss something big.

Fang Zichen felt that he had been wronged at that time. The Ma family treated him like an animal. He wanted to go to the Ma family for another walk on the spot, but the village chief had an attitude of not leaving until he nodded and agreed. Fang Zichen only I can agree.

He had spared Ma's family, but Ma Laosan still dared to pick a fight with him. Fang Zichen was really angry. On the night when Ma Laosan was injured, he went to Ma's house again after dinner and kicked the door down. , saying that if any rumors about him appear again in the village, today it will be Ma Lao San who breaks his leg, tomorrow it will be Ma Lao Er, and the day after tomorrow it will be Ma Lao Da.

The wives of the Ma family cried on the spot.

Sun's nana promised that they would never spread bad words about him again, but there were so many people in the village, what if others said it? Should this also be placed on them?

Fang Zichen leaned against the door, looked around at the Ma family who were standing tremblingly, and laughed: "I don't care, anyway, I heard it, so I will come to you. If anyone dares to interrupt my path to the imperial examination, I will make his family uneasy. "

After he threatened, the Ma family was scared to death.

Later, several times when Aunt Ma and the Sun family went to wash clothes, they heard the second daughter-in-law of the Zhou family saying bad things about Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao. She threw her clothes and scolded her on the spot, protecting Fang Zichen so tightly that everyone was puzzled. After seeing them protect her several times, she asked Li: "Are you guys reconciled with Fang?"

Li couldn't find a reason and couldn't say what Fang Zichen said, so she could only nodded stiffly.

This happened just like that.

Sister Ma hated Fang Zichen so much that she even gave him gifts?

Pooh.

"Since your two families have reconciled, let's go back and give some gifts! It's such a happy event, so it's unjustifiable not to give some."

Aunt Ma: "..."

Aunt Ma was so flustered.

Brother Zhao had already bought some candied melon seeds. I didn't know last time that when the big guys came, they didn't have anything to entertain them, so they could just bring them out now.

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There were so many people. Everyone knew that Fang Zichen favored Brother Zhao, so they all pulled Brother Zhao to compliment him. If he talked about this too much, he would inevitably ignore the others. Brother Zhao had no choice but to let the good boy go and fiddle with Brother Zhou and Liu. Auntie called over and helped greet her.

It is not disrespectful to heat up water in the kitchen, sprinkle some sugar in it, and serve everyone a bowl.

The woman and her husband gave her gifts and sat in the yard eating melon seeds and chatting about home affairs.

"I heard that the price of rice has increased recently. Is it true?"

"Really, I just asked a few days ago. Gee, a pound of rice is more expensive than pork! I was so scared that I didn't even dare to buy it."

" It's also increased in previous years! Why is it so expensive this year?"

"I heard it's a serious drought in Nanzhou, and there's no harvest."

"

But it's none of our business. I can't afford that expensive stuff, so I only cook it once during the Chinese New Year. It's more than ten cents per pound. It's so expensive. Anyone who eats it every day will be struck by lightning."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Zhao Brother met his eyes, silently not daring to speak.

The house was bustling and bustling, and it didn't stop until evening.

After the guests left, Fang Zichen moved the chopping board to the kitchen, lit a fire, and started stacking peppers again under the light of the fire.

He was uncharacteristically diligent and diligent, which made Brother Zhao panic: "Husband, it's very late, it's time to go to bed, let's do it tomorrow!"

"I won't sleep tonight, you go to bed!" Fang Zichen said.

"What's wrong?" Brother Zhao frowned: "Did something happen? Or..." He bit his lower lip tightly, wearing only a loose white undershirt, and his body looked... Getting thinner and thinner: "Or do you dislike me and don't want to sleep with me and the child?"

"Fuck you." Fang Zichen was shocked: "What are you thinking about?"

Brother Zhao's eyes turned red: "Then you won't go to bed. "

Fang Zichen couldn't bear to see him like this, so he quickly put the knife away, wiped away his tears, hugged him around his waist, his noses touched, and his voice was gentle: "My darling, you have everything in your little head. What are you thinking! How could I dislike you? I love you the most. How could I not want to sleep with you? I want to sleep with you every day. You..."

Brother Zhao didn't stop crying. The flow became fiercer and fiercer. Fang Zichen thought he was greatly moved, but Brother Zhao hit him and struggled to interrupt him: "Let me go! Let me go quickly."

"Oh, why are you getting better the more I coax you? Fang Zichen didn't let go: "Are you being petty? Damn, what do you mean by closing your eyes? You think I'm ugly?"

Brother Zhao couldn't care about anything else at the moment: "I have pepper in my eyes." "

Fang Zichen: "..."

After washing for a long time, Brother Zhao's eyes were still swollen.

Fang Zichen was afraid of being beaten, so he took the initiative to admit his mistake: "Brother Zhao, it's all my fault."

Brother Zhao endured the discomfort in his eyes and pulled him over: "Then you go to sleep with me."

"No! I have to stay up all night. Fang Zichen said with a grimace: "I've been eating a little too much in the past two days."

Brother Zhao just thought he was afraid of eating too much and getting fat. After all, this person is the most beautiful person: "Then you can do it tomorrow morning. Husband, your body is too weak." Not yet."

"No, I have to do something big tomorrow. It's okay. You can go to bed in peace!"

Brother Zhao couldn't persuade him, so he stayed in the kitchen to accompany him, but after a long day of work, he sat down. He kept nodding during the meeting, and then fell asleep leaning on the table. Fang Zichen hugged him, but he didn't respond. He just moved his mouth, as if he was murmuring.

Fang Zichen listened intently.

"Husband..."

It was coquettish and soft.

Fang Zichen's heart trembled, and he kissed his little mouth: "You little brother, your face is as round as a plate, you are really rare for me."

...

Magistrate Jiang got up early in the morning and had eaten. After lunch, when I arrived at the Yamen, I was halfway through handling official business when I suddenly thought of Fang Zichen.

Yesterday, he wanted to invite people to come and see him, but he thought that as the results were released, it was rare for a happy event to happen in the village, and everyone would probably come to congratulate him. He himself was from the village, and Fang Zichen was not familiar with such things. I was afraid that I was too busy, so I put the matter aside.

Now I remembered that, just as I was about to recruit people and give some instructions, Xiao Shi ran in first.

The drums are beating at the right time.

Someone is beating drums to complain.

"Sir,"

Magistrate Jiang asked, "What happened outside? Who is playing the drums?"

"It's... Fang Tongsheng!"

"Fang Zichen?" Magistrate Jiang put down his pen. He was about to ask someone to find Fang Zichen, but he didn't expect that Fang Zichen came first and came to report to the official.

Fang Zichen was well-known at this time. Seeing him playing drums, the people gathered around him. They didn't leave until he was brought into the yamen.

"What's going on? Is that person just now the accountant from Zuixiao Building?"

"It's him."

"I heard that he got into the Tongsheng Examination and was ranked first!"

"Oh, that's it. "You guys already know."

"Then do you know what he is doing?"

"Give me half an hour and I will find out later."

"..."

When Jiang County Magistrate saw Fang Zichen, Everyone was stunned. This wasn't the first time he met Fang Zichen. The last time he had tea with Mr. Wu and Brother Yi at a teahouse, Fang Zichen said in the street, "I said hello to West Street. You can walk sideways here from now on." 'It impressed him.

That day, Fang Zichen was arrogant and high-spirited.

But this moment...

Fang Zichen's eyes were black and blue. He seemed to be weak all over and could not stand firmly. He was leaning on Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao's eyes were swollen. The boy was holding his calf, his face Buried in his lap, her little body trembled and hiccupped all the time.

"Has something happened to Fang Tongsheng? Look how pitiful this family of three is."

"Quiet." Magistrate Jiang clapped his hands and looked towards Fang Zichen, asking him why he was beating the drum, because he wanted to sue. Who.

Who else can I sue besides Lian Niang?

Jia Yuanwai has a good reputation. He has a lot of fertile land under his name. When he rents it out, he only charges 70% to the tenant farmers. He is a good person in the eyes of the people. Now Fang Zichen is suing his daughter. Everyone is puzzled and shocked. .

When Fang Zichen told Lian Niang, his confusion suddenly turned into anger.

If what Fang Tongsheng said in a girl's house was true, it would be quite shameless.

"Is everything you said true?" Magistrate Jiang frowned: "Do you know that in court..."

"I know!" Fang Zichen coughed a few times, looked at him, and said weakly: "Doctor Xu, this matter You can prove it, and if you arrest the woman and investigate, you will know. I heard that the magistrate is fair, impartial, and upright. I think he will seek justice for me, right?

" County Magistrate: "·······"

I'm sorry for you.

Jia Yuanwai was a wealthy family member in Fu'an Town, and County Magistrate Jiang did not want to offend him.

However, Fang Zichen labeled him several imposters, and there were so many people surrounding him that County Magistrate Jiang had no choice but to send someone to escort Lian Niang.

Lian Niang refused to admit it at first, but when she saw the officers and soldiers escorting the medicine buyer in, her face turned pale and she couldn't help but panic.

Fang Zichen didn't report to the official in the past few days. The maid persuaded her, saying that Fang Zichen wanted to save face. Although he was the victim, it would be a bit unpleasant to spread the news. A scholar's face is too great, and he has no power or influence, so he thought. Don't dare.

The poor mother was just worried, so she asked the maid to give twenty taels to the medicine seller to tell him to shut up.

Magistrate Jiang asked the medicine seller if he recognized Lian Niang and Lian Niang. The waiter glanced at Lian Niang quickly and lowered his head: "Little man... I don't know Lian Niang."

Lian Niang relaxed. tone.

"Lie." Fang Zichen suddenly said: "That day when so-and-so and I were walking on the street, we clearly saw Lian Niang bringing the maid into your shop, and I also saw you selling medicine to them both. I witnessed it all with my own eyes. You still dare to lie. It seems that you won't shed tears without seeing the coffin. Your Excellency, the magistrate, you dare to tell lies in court. This shows that you don't take your Majesty seriously!"

The boy kowtowed hurriedly: "My Lord! Mingjian! The villain doesn't dare. The villain really doesn't dare."

Before Magistrate Jiang could speak, Fang Zichen said again, "Sir, why don't you try to beat him twenty times, and if he doesn't recognize you, I will." Go and call so-

and-so." Jia Yuanwai stood in the crowd and asked, "Is Fang Tongsheng trying to beat him to death?"

"No," Fang Zichen coughed twice: "I'm just giving him a chance to murder someone. If a scholar refuses to admit it in court, he will be held responsible for the same crime as the mastermind."

Fang Zichen was shocked when he saw this article in Daxia Law.

The apprentice didn't understand this, but he also knew that murdering such a scholar would be fatal.

A few days ago, there was a lot of news about the Yang family. I heard that the housekeeper and Mrs. Yang were the main conspirators. Mrs. Yang didn't know how to judge, but the housekeeper had been ordered to be exiled.

Although this kind of exile is not the same as direct beheading, since ancient times, most people have died on the way to exile. Even if they survived to the place, they were still doing hard labor, and most of them died within a few years.

Lian Niang went to buy it before, and he was a medicine seller. He didn't know who she was using it for, but as long as it was not for his own use, he would sell it to customers.

Qian'er's maid found him and gave him twenty taels, telling him to keep his mouth shut. If anyone asked, he would be told to keep his mouth shut.

After all, this matter was disgraceful to the girl's family, and the clerk didn't think much about it. Moreover, it was inconvenient to expose the medicine to the public. If one more person knew about it, there would be more danger. Twenty taels was not a small sum, so he Yes.

When the government officials came to arrest him, he was stunned. He really didn't expect that it would be such a big fuss. After knowing that the person Lian Niang had drugged was still Fang Zichen, his mind buzzed and went blank.

When ordinary people entered the court, they were usually so nervous that they were dizzy. The clerks on both sides were holding wooden sticks more than one meter long, staring at him like tigers, and the clerk could not stop trembling all over his body.

"I said, I said."

There is nothing you can do if you don't admit it.

As long as Fang Tongsheng calls so-and-so, the matter will not be settled.

Lian Niang's eyes were about to burst and her body was shaky.

The maid wanted to rush up and cover his mouth, but was restrained by the officer on the side.

The clerk pointed to the maid next to her and said, "Sir, it was this girl who bought the medicine with me."

Magistrate Jiang said, "Is this true or false? If you dare to lie again, I will reward you. Twenty big boards."

The clerk knelt on the ground: "I don't dare, I don't dare~"

County Magistrate Jiang pointed at the maid: "But this is different from what you just said, Jiang Xiaoliu, I will give it to you again. By the way, do you know her?"

"Yes." The waiter said, "She and Miss Jia came to my store six days ago to buy

medicine . People came, but Miss Jia came in person with her maid, and she was still asking about this kind of medicine, so the boy had an impression of them.

"Then I asked you before, why did you say you didn't know me?"

"They gave me twenty taels. Sir, I know I was wrong."

The maid stared at him: "Shut up, shut up."

Fang Zichen looked at it and just wanted to be happy.

This guy and Lian Niang are really idiots.

If he really saw it, would he still be able to drink it when Lian Niang brought him tea? ?

The young lady pretended to be a maid and served him tea herself, which is very fishy just thinking about it.

How can a person who has been drugged once not be wary?

Moreover, if he really had a witness, he would have called him eight hundred years ago.

Doctor Xu did not go into details about Fang Zichen's condition. He only said that the root of his injury was so severe that the medicine would not stop it within four years.

But the women may not know or have heard of the vagina produced in Huzhou back then, but the men have all heard of it.

The side effects of that drug are extremely serious.

Fang Tongsheng couldn't stop taking the medicine for four years, which shows that his body was seriously injured.

They looked at Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen looked like he was about to die. He leaned weakly on Brother Zhao's shoulder and coughed violently.

This Miss Jia is really harmful!

At this point, the case can be declared over.

"Husband," Brother Zhao suddenly said, "You vomited blood? Can you still withstand it?"

"No...ahem, it's okay..." Fang Zichen let go of his hand, and the middle of the handkerchief A bright pool of red.

They all coughed up blood.

Brother Zhao's eyes were red: "I asked you to drink the medicine, but you didn't. I drank it two days ago and finally got better. You can come with me to the town to sell hot sauce, but why didn't you yesterday? Drink? You're coughing up blood now. If you have something wrong, how can you let me and you live?"

Fang Zichen sighed: "There is not much money left in the family."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ····The good boy is rich because he doesn't have to tie up rice. The good boy is rich because he works like a bird. The good boy goes to collect firewood and sell it. The good boy doesn't want his father to like him. The good boy wants his father. Wow, oh, oh, oh..." Good boy. Zai hugged his legs and cried.

The people outside were really crying and feeling sad.

Brother Zhao sets up a stall on West Street and his business is good. Many people in the town know him.

The hot sauce he sells is expensive, but the ingredients used to make it are not cheap, so he doesn't expect to make much money. If he does make money, their son won't be so skinny anymore.

As for Fang Zichen, I used to think that he had a decent job. Although I don't know how much his monthly salary was, but in a place like Zui Xiaolou, it was quite a lot, but he is a scholar!

Scholars spend the most money, and their families may be in dire straits, and now they are suffering from this unreasonable disaster, which may make things even worse.

The people outside were talking a lot. Seeing Jia Yuan's unclear eyes, County Magistrate Jiang thought for a moment and asked the Jia family to pay Fang Zichen 300 taels in compensation, while Lian Niang was temporarily detained.

Fang Zichen was satisfied and stopped coughing.

There is no mental damage compensation these days. If he didn't perform this show, he would probably have to pay dozens of taels for perfunctory work.

Third Young Master Fang will eat anything, but he won't suffer this kind of loss.

Jia Yuanwai has no objection to the compensation issue, but his daughter is not married yet. If she is really detained, what dignity will she have in the future? How to get married...

He entered the court and knelt down with a bang: "Sir, this little girl is really unjust."

Fang Zichen looked at him.

It was amazing once I heard it.

Zhang Huaiwen was also involved. Who was Zhang Huaiwen?

Lian Niang hesitated again and again and looked at Mr. Jia, who nodded towards her. Lian Niang seemed to have gained the courage to tell her everything about Zhang Huaiwen encouraging her to drug her and threatening her.

Brother Zhao frowned.

Upon hearing that he was mentioned here, County Magistrate Jiang subconsciously looked outside the hall.

The people also happened to look at him.

This matter involves Zhang Huaiwen, but Zhang Huaiwen has already left Fu'an Town, and the Yamen went to arrest him. It would take a long time to go back and forth, so the case could only be handled here first.

After returning home, Fang Zichen was still wondering.

According to Lian Niang, Zhang Huaiwen was the mastermind.

But why did Zhang Huaiwen want to harm him? He didn't know such a person at all, and the only people he had offended were Hao Desheng and Sun Shangcheng. Where did this Huai Wen come from?

Brother Zhao helped him wash away the dust from his eyes, thought about it, and then told him about Zhang Huaiwen.

Fang Zichen's attitude was fierce: "He likes you?"

Brother Zhao remained silent, acquiescing.

Although Zhang Huaiwen didn't directly say the words "I like you" to him, he had this meaning in his words and deeds.

Fang Zichen's handsome eyebrows furrowed angrily: "Forget it about Ma Wen, what's going on with Zhang Huaiwen? Why are these people always staring at you like flies? Are you the only brother in the world? Are you? Rotten eggs, you?"

Brother Zhao stared angrily: "Who are you calling rotten eggs?"

"Don't be angry, this is just a metaphor, do you understand?" Brother Zhao said confidently, "I don't understand .

"

After stepping on Fang Zichen, he slammed the door and left, not saying much the whole afternoon.

Fang Zichen thought about it and concluded that it was really inappropriate to compare people to rotten eggs.

"Brother Zhao," he tried to apologize, but when he shouted from the left, Brother Zhao turned his head to the right, pretending not to hear.

Fang Zichen walked to his left and asked, "Brother Zhao?"

Brother Zhao turned his head to the side but still said nothing.

"Brother Zhao?" Fang Zichen, in order to make people lose their temper, shouted softly into his ear: "Zhao Guoguo, husband, my darling, my darling, my little sweetheart, don't be angry with me. Okay, okay."

Each one was more embarrassed than the other. Brother Zhao felt a bang in his head, and a numb feeling instantly spread from his back to his scalp, and his whole body seemed to be exploded.

"You, what are you yelling for?"

Fang Zichen stood behind Brother Zhao and scratched the itchy flesh on his stomach with both hands: "You're not yelling for nothing!"

Brother Zhao was so itchy that he dodged left and right to escape, but Fang Zichen stopped him. He held him tightly,

"Haha... you, please stop making trouble, haha, it's so itchy!"

"Then if you say you're not angry anymore, I'll let you go."

Brother Zhao couldn't stand the itching anymore. He did as he was told: "Hehe, I'm not angry anymore."

He wasn't really angry, he just felt that Fang Zichen was set up this time and that he was the cause of such a big sin, and he felt bad in his heart.

The first time they met, Fang Zichen was not in the right state. After getting along with him for a long time, he became more sure that Fang Zichen was probably playing someone else's trick that time.

He was uneasy that night at the hospital. He wanted to ask Fang Zichen if he had...

But the words reached his throat and he couldn't spit them out. The thought of Fang Zichen having sex with someone else made his chest feel like a ball of fire, running along his nerves, making him go crazy.

Fang Zichen was not in good condition either, so he didn't ask.

That day, he made chicken soup and brought it to Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen said: "You really need to take a supplement. In order to keep you safe, I was really close, just that close, and I was going to choke."

"You didn't follow anyone..." "Who am I with? "

Fang Zichen glared at him: "I've already run up the mountain, how can I survive?" On the way to escape, the desire was too strong, and he felt that the sow was running towards him. The opponent wanted to compete with Diao Chan, so he didn't dare to ask for help, fearing that he would pounce on him before he even opened the medical clinic, so he could only avoid people and run up the mountain.

...

Fang Zichen took back his hand, satisfied.

Brother Zhao's face turned red from laughing and he was still a little out of breath. He turned around and glared at the culprit fiercely.

Fang Zichen said: "You said you're not angry anymore, why are you still glaring at me to show off your big eyes!"

Brother Zhao didn't say anything, took two steps towards him, and stepped hard on Fang Zichen's instep.

Fang Zichen hugged his legs and jumped in pain.

I told you not to be angry anymore, so why are you still stepping on people?

It's really hard for a little girl and a brother to be coaxed.

The good boy ate two steamed buns in the morning and choked so much that he burped. Soon after he came back, he complained that he was hungry again.

Brother Zhao went to do the laundry, and Fang Zichen went back to the kitchen and gave him a bun.

"Brother Fang..."

Someone shouted outside, and the good boy became excited when he heard the voice: "It's Yang Zhu."

He didn't even want the buns, and rushed out.

"Yangzhu, you Simo came to my house to be a bird? Are you trying to be a good little bird?"

The author has something to say:

Recently, I saw little Kenai saying that the progress is slow and the plot is dragging. I thought about it seriously and found that the progress is slow. Really, if I am procrastinating, I will try my best to correct it, but I will write it simply and some things will not be explained clearly. Some children will be confused and feel that the logic does not make sense. But if you say that I am not good at numbers, I am not good at this, and I don't want to be bad at it.

Three thousand words, almost ten Jinjiang coins, one hundred Jinjiang coins, ten Jinjiang coins. I also opened a book with Jinjiang Wuwu. I didn't make anything. Xiao Kenai has been chasing me since I first started writing. Maybe you know, I signed a contract with more than 200,000 words. At that time, I didn't join V and I didn't have a dime. The reason why I persisted is because I like to write these stories, and the reason why I write this is also because I think The plot requires it, so there is no water.

This is my first time writing an article, so please forgive me if there is anything wrong with it.

Also, it has been more than four months since I started writing this article, and I have always received your continued support and encouragement.

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Chapter 156

He rushed too fast, like a firecracker, and very excited. It seemed that it was a very happy thing to see him. Yang Mingyi couldn't help but curled up the corners of his mouth, bent over to catch him, and was hugged by the neck again, "Good boy" Zai rubbed his face: "Yangzhu Yangzhu, dear boy, I miss you so much!"

His face felt warm and soft, like the glutinous rice cakes he had eaten before. Yang Mingyi looked at him and said unexpectedly: "How much do you miss me? "

I can't even think about eating," said the boy.

"Really?" Yang Mingyi said, "I heard just now that you told Brother Fang that you ate two buns today."

Guaizi: "..."

Guaizi blinked with big eyes, feeling coy. He said: "But it's a bag, not a meal. The good boy only has a few Western bags, and no Western food."

Yang Mingyi pinched him, and the good boy smiled. Mr. Wu happened to get off the carriage, and the good boy said : "There is also an old grandpa."

His eyes were not swollen. What happened in the yamen spread quickly. Mr. Wu heard about it in Zuixiaolou. He said that the family of three was pitiful and Fang Tongsheng couldn't stand still. The young husband cried so much that he almost went blind, and so did the younger son, who cried so much that he hiccupped.

The good boy is like this now. It's not like he's crying until he's burping, but he's laughing so hard that he's making iron.

Guaizi tilted his head: "Grandpa, do you, Simo, look at Guaizi? Do you think Guaizi is very handsome?"

Mr. Wu: "..."

You are indeed the one who doesn't like to talk. Both species and narcissism are the same.

"I heard that you cried this morning?" Mr. Wu said.

"No." Seeing Yang Mingyi looking at him with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, the boy immediately said: "That's a lie, boy! The boy is a man who sweats, and his father is a bird. A man can bleed but not shed tears, boy." You won't cry!"

He was still young, so Mr. Wu tried to save him: "Child, it's wrong to lie to others."

"Good boy, you will be killed by the big monster if you lie to others, but my father said, "Dear boy, this is a white lie."

Mr. Wu: "..."

This child, who never strays from his father, has been deeply poisoned by tea and is hopeless.

The gate of the courtyard was narrow and it was difficult for a carriage to get in. The boy brought the gifts in. They were all in boxes. He didn't know what was inside, but the box was carved with patterns and dyed with paint. It was not cheap. The things inside , I think so too.

Fang Zichen poured two bowls of water for them, and said with a smile: "Come here! What are you bringing all these things for? You're out of sight, give it to me, give it to me!"

Mr. Wu: "..."

This A thing where words and deeds are inconsistent.

What he said was one thing, and his hands were another. If his mouth hadn't cracked to the base of his ears when he said this, and his eyeballs hadn't wanted to stick to the gift box, he would have believed it.

He came from Yuanzhou before dawn and rested for half an hour. Hearing that Fang Zichen had returned from the Yamen, he rushed over again with Brother Yi. After a long journey, his bones almost fell apart. .

Although it is a rural place, the yard is in order and the bowls are clean with no trace of grease.

Mr. Wu took two sips.

The mountain spring is dry and sweet, and it is worth eating.

Fang Zichen hurriedly opened the box, took a quick glance, and quickly closed the box. After carrying all the gifts into the house, he diligently took away the two bowls of water on the table, went into the kitchen, and changed two bowls of water. A bowl of warm water, sprinkled some sugar into it, and then took it out again.

"Come, drink some water. The cabin is crude and shabby. Don't dislike it."

Mr. Wu took another sip and his expression changed.

It was obviously sweet, but he wanted to throw it in Fang Zichen's face.

This damn boy.

If he wears modest clothes and doesn't bring anything, will he not be allowed in through the courtyard gate? ?

Fang Zichen didn't think much about it. Throughout the ages, when guests come to the door, they are always served tea and water. If there is no tea at home, they are given a bowl of water, which is fine. Mr. Wu and Yi Geer come from rich families and drink nothing except shit. Have you ever eaten it? But when someone gives you an expensive gift, you have to show an attitude.

Yang Mingyi hugged Guaizi and said, "Do you want to drink some water?"

"Drink!" Guaizi took a sip and his eyes lit up: "It's sweet! It tastes so good that Yang Zhu also drinks it."

Maybe it was because of the bad time when he was a child . What a great memory. Yang Mingyi had some slight mysophobia. Just when Wu Lao asked Fang Zichen to bring another bowl of water, he saw Yang Mingyi drinking from the bowl just now.

Fang Zichen sat next to Yang Mingyi: "Brother Yi, why are you here?"

Yang Mingyi replied: "Father has been busy these days and couldn't get away, so he asked me to come and see you."

"That's it!" Fang Zichen stretched out He put his hand on the table, rubbing his thumb and index finger suggestively, and said that the last time Mrs. Zheng celebrated his birthday, he was poisoned and ran away without being able to say congratulations to Mrs. Zheng. It was really rude.

After spending several months together, Yang Mingyi knew very well who he was. Fang Zichen was not very interested in other things. He just loved money and was a very pragmatic person. He took out a banknote and handed it over.

It's a fifty-tael banknote.

Fang Zichen looked at it for a while and asked doubtfully: "Is it a bank note? I've heard of it, but aren't there only one hundred taels and five hundred taels and one thousand taels? Why are there still fifty taels?"

He said with a look . This must be a fake expression. Mr. Wu said angrily: "I was born a hundred taels, do you want it or not? Do you want it back?"

Fang Zichen hurriedly stuffed it into his clothes: "How can I not want it! I'm just curious. You know! If you don't understand, you have to ask, old man, why are you so angry?"

Mr. Wu: "..."

He was really upset.

It is true that there were no 50-tael banknotes in the past. They were issued by banks after the new emperor ascended the throne. It has been more than 20 years ago.

Fifty taels of silver, about three kilograms more than four kilograms, would be more convenient if exchanged for banknotes.

Yang Mingyi brought two boxes of snacks with him when he came. Mr. Wu was still thinking that he was being rude, but seeing Fang Zichen's joy when he received the check, he knew that Yang Mingyi had given the right gift.

However, I originally promised to paint a birthday portrait for Mrs. Zheng. If the painting is good, I can get thirty taels of silver.

The old men at the back didn't know how they were doing, but Fang Zichen was quite confident in himself.

It's only fifty taels, but he still has to return twenty taels.

Brother Zhao is in charge of the money in the family. This little brother hides the money like a mouse. He hides it so deep that Fang Zichen doesn't even know where he puts it.

Brother Zhao only kept six taels of silver in the box where he kept his clothes for daily use.

He said that he would give him some money when Brother Zhao comes back, but Yang Mingyi said no.

Mrs. Zheng liked the portrait very much, and Mrs. Zheng rewarded the remaining twenty taels.

"Oh, your grandma is really a good person." Fang Zichen felt that today was a pie in the sky, and his character was so great. He smiled and said: "Good people live long, no wonder she can live to her seventieth birthday. You go to us Walking around the village, there are very few people who can live to this age!"

Mr. Wu: "..."

At first glance, this seems to be a compliment, but if you look closely, you feel that it is not right! .

He looked at Fang Zichen and sighed slowly.

Every time he saw the other party, the other party would always choke him to death, but he would also always be able to surprise him.

I thought he only had good knowledge, extraordinary martial arts, and superb chess skills, but I didn't expect that he had such a skill.

Mr. Zheng celebrated his birthday and invited several masters to go. Mr. Wu also knew about this, and the leading figure Mr. Qin also went.

Thirty taels of silver can't buy someone like Mr. Qin, and a businessman's family is the most despised by scholars.

But Mr. Qin had been favored by Mrs. Zheng, so he came all the way here.

However, such a figure actually looked at Fang Zichen's painting and sighed: "What a terrible young man, I am ashamed of myself, I am ashamed of myself!"

There were many people at the time, so these words came out.

Mr. Wu was also curious. When he came, he wrote to Mrs. Zheng and asked if he could borrow one or two of the portraits.

Mrs. Zheng has nothing to do with the in-law relationship between the two families.

Yang Mingyi brought the painting at noon.

Mr. Wu unfolded the scroll and was immediately shocked.

He has never seen such painting techniques. On the painting paper, Mrs. Zheng is lifelike, her eyes are shining and her hair is as clear as a living person.

This kid is considered to be outstanding.

Being so talented and 'proficient in everything' cannot be cultivated by a small family.

But I'm afraid there aren't many people in this family.

Otherwise, if you talk to Fang Zichen and let him live, I'm afraid... I'm afraid... for

such a talented person and such an outstanding person, it's not intolerable.

"Boy," Mr. Wu said sincerely, "It was all thanks to you last time, otherwise Brother Yi and I, our children and grandchildren, would probably have no way to survive."

"You're welcome." Fang Zichen said righteously, " When the road is rough, it is necessary to draw a sword to help. I am a kind-hearted and upright person. I don't like to bully the weak. You don't need to thank me specifically, but..." He paused and said with a flat mouth: "Old man, you're not very honest!" Mr. Wu frowned: "I'm not honest?"

"That's not true," Fang Zichen said, "You just taught my son that it's wrong to lie to others. Last time you were there In the bookstore, you lied to me and made me feel pity for you. It was really disrespectful."

Mr. Wu: "..."

"But I don't remember the faults of villains, and I don't have the same understanding as you. Fang Zichen slowly persuaded: "This is lying and deceiving. After all, it can't be covered by paper. Although I am older, thick-skinned and more pain-resistant, it is still embarrassing."

Mr. Wu: "... "That's right, that's right! "

The good boy nodded fiercely and looked at Mr. Wu, his little eyebrows knitted together: "Grandpa, good boy, it's wrong to tell lies. You can't lie to Rennia next time." ."

Yang Mingyi immediately looked towards Mr. Wu, worried that he would pass by.

Mr. Wu: "..."

He took another deep breath, took a sip of water, and held back: "...I know."

The good boy nodded: "You can correct your mistakes. There is nothing better."

Yang Mingyi touched his little face: "Didn't you say you wanted to hold your puppy for me last time? Where is it?"

"Oh, my dear, you have forgotten the bird. Come with me, my dear. " ." Guaizi jumped out of his arms, held his hand, and walked into the house: "The little dog is sleeping. Guaizi will take you to see it. There is also my little bicycle, which is fun. "

Chapter 157

Mr. Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

This little one, like his father, has a mouth that is not very good at speaking human words.

Facing Fang Zichen, he could still raise his eyebrows when he was angry, but facing a child with ignorant eyes and a cute look on his face, he couldn't express any anger and was really suffocated.

"Boy Fang, what are your plans for the future?"

"Plans?" Fang Zichen thought for a while. Although he didn't know why he suddenly asked like this, he still said honestly: "I don't have any plans!"

Mr. Wu looked at him: "Boy, life is about There is a plan."

Fang Zichen continued: "But the plan can't keep up with the changes!"

Mr. Wu's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he took a big drink of water, and his anger was diluted: "Have you ever thought about it? Finding an academy to study on your own can still take the exam, but it might be a bit difficult to do it on your own."

"I've thought about it," Fang Zichen said.

"Which academy do you want to go to?" Mr. Wu asked, "Anhe Academy?"

"Anhe Academy?" Fang Zichen sneered, his face full of disdain, as if he had eaten shit: "Why should I go there? What kind of season is there? The old man is bad, has bad moral character, and is only a scholar. I am afraid he is not as knowledgeable as me. What can he teach me? Will I go in and stare at him?"

Mr. Ji is not the only one in Anhe Academy. But this old immortal actually imagined that Yang Mutao would pressure him to apologize to Hao Desheng. After Yang Mutao refused on his behalf, knowing that he was going to take the scientific examination, Master Ji sent a message to the outside world, saying that anyone who dared to vouch for Fang Zichen would be It was because he had trouble getting along with him, Ji.

Fang Zichen hated this old guy so much. He loved to sit around and even Anhe Academy was annoyed by him.

Let him go to Anhe Academy and pull him down!

Moreover, the college examination is difficult, and it is not that difficult. As for the college examination questions he read last time in Yuanzhou, the difficulty is not too difficult. If the college entrance examination also had questions of this difficulty, he would have this little ink in his stomach. , I may not have much confidence in the provincial examination, but if I read a few more books and drink a few more sips of ink, I can still pass the college examination.

Master Ji is indeed not very good this year. Anhe Academy is indeed ranked at the bottom among all the academies. He looks down upon him. This is normal and expected.

Mr. Wu straightened his back a little, and asked again: "What do you think of Qinghe Academy?" After saying that, he felt that Fang Zichen had come to Daxia, so he lived in Fu'an Town and never traveled far. Last time he went to Yuanzhou I was also rushing for the exam. I guess I hadn't been out much, so I was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so I asked again: "Have you heard of it?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Zichen nodded: "Qinghe Academy, I've heard of it!"

Number one in the capital!

He is not ignorant.

Wu Laomo stroked the rim of the bowl: "Then what do you think?" He held it: "Qinghe Academy has a high threshold, and not everyone can get in. If you want to go, I can find a way for you."

"I don't know. ! I have never been in." Fang Zichen waved his hand: "But my senses are just like that, so-so! I don't want to go now. I'll think about it later when I get admitted as a scholar!

" He looked up at him with a stunned look on his face: "Do you think Qinghe Academy is just average?"

Usually, among the students, whoever mentions his academy has an expression of longing or pride, and Fang Zichen's indifferent expression is What's the meaning?

Still considering it?

What do you think of Qinghe Academy?

Is this your home? Come in if you want? Wu Laoke was furious.

Fang Zichen nodded and said honestly: "Yes!"

Mr. Wu became excited: "Do you know where the masters who teach in Qinghe Academy are from? They are all Jinshi, and they all got Jieyuan in the provincial examination! They have been teaching for many years and have a lot of experience. Feng. Just like this, you still think it's normal?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

What's the matter?

He thought all the masters inside were top picks!

Jinshi, those who are ranked behind the most beautiful people, can no longer survive in the officialdom, or do not want to pursue an official career, so they chose this path. What's so great about it?

However, he felt that if he nodded again, the old man might be knocked unconscious by him, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

But he didn't speak, and his expression looked disapproving.

Mr. Wu became even more angry: "Every year, Qinghe Academy wins titles in government examinations, college examinations, and rural examinations. It can be seen that there is still a set of teachings there. If you go and study there quietly for a year and a half, the college examination will be considered I can pass it."

He rambled on and talked about a lot of benefits.

Fang Zichen's left ear goes in and the right ear goes out.

Who doesn't know how to draw a pie? He can buy Italian cannons by himself, and still draw the pie for him.

Mr. Wu's mouth was dry: "So, what do you think?"

"Not very good!" Fang Zichen still couldn't hold it back: "It's really as good as you said. Why did I get the first place in the government examination this time? ?"

Fang Zichen knew that he was a jurenye, from Yuanzhou, and was Yang Mingyi's grandfather. He didn't know anything else. He said, "I think Qinghe Academy is really just average. It's said to be so good outside. I I seriously suspect that all of this is actually blown up by the people at Qinghe Academy, and they are bragging. Who wouldn't do it? You don't care what others say. Some things are often famous and famous, but they are always in vain. It's just like that."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Mr. Wu pointed at Fang Zichen, his chest was rising and falling, his hands were trembling, and he almost couldn't breathe. Fang Zichen was shocked and hurried back to the kitchen. Pour him a bowl of water: "Old man, hurry up, drink some water."

Fang Zichen was really afraid of getting into trouble, let alone the issue of money or not. If he pissed the old man to death, he was afraid that he would go to hell. When he got into the oil pan, he patted him on the back: "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

This man should be a loyal supporter of Qinghe Academy and a native of Yuanzhou, so he couldn't listen to his words. Son.

Fang Zichen patted his mouth and apologized sincerely: "Look at my mouth, I'm telling the truth. The truth is always ugly, old man, don't take it to heart!"

Mr. Wu: "..."

Congested.

It's really heartbreaking.

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In the afternoon, He Huihui walked to the river holding a wooden basin with a few pieces of clothes in it.

Those who don't go to the fields to do housework, they focus on home affairs in the morning, cooking, feeding chickens, and sweeping the yard. If they raise pigs, they have to cut some pig grass first. They can't starve the livestock, and their clothes are left behind. Washing in the afternoon, there were a few women washing clothes at this moment. Seeing her walking from a distance, some people wondered: "Why did He Huihui come back so long this time? It's been half a month!"

He Hui Hui was married in the town, and she suddenly ran back to her parents' home for the Chinese New Year and stayed there for half a month, so she couldn't be curious.

"Who knows." The man replied with a sour tone.

Among the most promising people in Xiaohe Village back then, one was Ma Wen and the other was He Huihui.

It is not easy for a girl from the village to marry in the town.

He Huihui is good-looking, and her family loves her. She is not allowed to do any work in the fields. When she is busy, she helps with some housework. She looks fair and clean, and her eyebrows are painted with powder. Like a thousand pieces of gold, the girls of the same age in the village worked in the ground every day, exposed to the wind and sun, and looked shabby. They were even compared to each other by her. But that didn't count. When He Huihui was fifteen years old, she was a matchmaker. Introduced, married to the Wu family who is engaged in tofu business in the town.

Aunt He went to Wu's house several times. When she came back, she boasted in the village about how good the Wu family's business was. There were two or three meat dishes on the table for every meal. The boy from the Wu family loved her daughter and loved her every day. She went to the pastry shop to buy pastries for her daughter, and she bought the clothes she wanted.

Every time the seasons change, her girl has to prepare several sets. There are two big boxes in the house full of her clothes.

People in the village only had one meal of meat during the New Year and festivals, and they only had a few changes of clothes, which were mended and mended.

Everyone listens to He Huihui's little life, who doesn't envy her?

Brother Zhao and Brother Zhou are also here at this moment, talking to someone.

Because of Fang Zichen, the people in the village are now very fond of Brother Zhao. There are many people here and it is a bit crowded. He Huihui, who was not familiar with Brother Zhao before she got married, came straight to him now.

"Brother Zhao."

"Ah?" Brother Zhao gave way to Brother Zhou, making room for her, and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"No, I haven't seen you for a long time." He Hui Hui smiled, knelt down next to him, and asked like an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time, "How have you been lately?"

Brother Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at her: "It's not bad."

He Huihui Rubbing his clothes: "I heard that you were sold by the Ma family to a new man in our village?"

"Yeah!"

He Huihui was dressed in pink clothes, with a silver hairpin with plum blossoms in her hair. She not only looked good, , her speaking voice was also pleasant, unhurried, soft and pleasant, her hands were well cared for and as white as jade, and she looked like she had not done much work. She exchanged a few words with Brother Zhao, and her words began to flow intentionally or unintentionally. Attracted to Fang Zichen.

"My mother said he was the one who carried my grandpa back from the mountains. My grandpa has treated me very well since I was a child. I thought I should say thank you in person for saving my life. I wonder when he will be free?"

Brother Zhao was a little bit confused. I was wondering, before He Huihui got married, although they were both from the same village, they didn't have much interaction with each other, and they didn't even exchange a word. Sometimes they met on the road, and He Huihui treated him with the same attitude. He looked condescending, as if he looked down on him. Moreover, He Huihui came back once two months ago. If he really wanted to thank Fang Zichen, why didn't she come to his door that time?

It's been half a year since He Liuye's incident, so it's too late to say thank you now.

If you have the intention, Fu'an Town is not far from Xiaohe Village. How could you not come back? Brother Zhou frowned. His clothes had already been washed, so he interrupted and urged: "It's so hot, Brother Zhao, hurry up and wash it, let's go back together."

Brother Zhao said 'hmm', he still has things to do at home. , His and Fang Zichen's clothes were easy to wash. They were not dirty, but there was some oil on them, so they were not easy to rub. They were almost washed now. Brother Zhou helped him, twisting them twice, and urged them. He leaves.

Brother Lu Zhouzhou said angrily: "I'm telling you, be careful about He Huihui in the future."

Chapter 158

Brother Zhao didn't understand: "What's wrong?"

Brother Zhou looked around and saw a few people scattered in the fields by the roadside, plowing the ground to plant radishes for the winter, so he lowered his voice, Said: "I was chatting with Aunt Wang last time, and she accidentally let it slip that He Huihui seems to have broken up with the Wu family."

Brother Zhao was surprised: "Is it true?"

It's rare to get along these days. away.

It is difficult to marry after separation, but that does not mean that you cannot marry again. It is just that you have lost your virginity and cannot find a good wife. Most of the time, you will marry a widower, or you will be lame and have a broken hand, and you will not be able to find a wife unless your own conditions are very good. , but the people in the village have no money and no family background, so there is no one with good conditions. The promised deal is just a few pieces of meat in a bowl. They find it embarrassing and intolerant of others, which is why many girls and boys are unwilling to leave their husbands' homes even if they are scolded or beaten.

"It should be true." Brother Zhou said: "Although Aunt Wang and Aunt He are a bit at odds with each other, they don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. She just kept asking about your husband, and I was afraid that she would It's a bad idea, it's better to be on guard. "

Brother Zhao doesn't know who He Huihui is, but Brother Zhou has a clear background.

Before she got married, she was quite restless. She walked as if she had no bones. She wobbled every step and her arrogance leaked out.

Relying on her beauty, she attracted the attention of young men in the village. Every market day, they would always buy things for her and send them to her.

This person's skills in teasing are also very high, his behavior is not out of the ordinary, but in his words, he also gives people a feeling of being distant and having a good impression of him.

In addition, He Huihui never asked them for it, she just said she liked it.

He Huihui didn't force them, they gave it to them themselves. In addition, the man liked to be pretty, so although some people in the village couldn't stand it, they couldn't say anything.

Brother Zhao thought about Lian Niang again.

Fang Zichen said he was a rotten egg, but according to what Brother Zhou said, it was clear that his husband was the rotten egg. He pursed his lips and said, "I understand."

"Brother Zhao," just after he finished speaking, someone ran up from the front, and it was Wang Damei.

"You have a visitor."

When the carriage entered the village, everyone saw it. The horses were tall and red-haired. Except for the men who often went to the town to find work, almost no one had seen horses. When they entered the village, There were children running behind, but they were afraid of bumping into the noble man, so no one gathered around him.

When Brother Zhao arrived home, Yang Mingyi was watching the boy riding his bicycle. Fang Zichen stood at the door of the kitchen, far away from Mr. Wu.

"Brother Zhao." Yang Mingyi shouted first.

Brother Zhao knew Yang Mingyi, but Mr. Wu did not. Yang Mingyi introduced him. Mr. Wu looked at Brother Zhao and saw his round almond-shaped eyes and simple and straightforward look. He thought to himself: Living with a person like Fang Zichen, this is not a good idea. I don't know whether I should say I'm lucky or unlucky, but I think I have a good attitude after being with him for more than half a year.

When guests came, Brother Zhao took out the roast duck he had just cooked yesterday. Brother Wu Lao Zhao was told by Fang Zichen that he was a civil servant and his family background should be good.

They came unexpectedly, and they didn't prepare anything at home, just roast duck. Brother Zhao felt shabby and was afraid of not being well received.

There is no meat seller in the village. Normally, if everyone wants to eat meat, they go to the town to buy it, such as chickens, ducks, and so on. I think everyone is tired of eating it.

Brother Zhao lives with Fang Zichen, a rich young man. He knows that these people don't like meat, so he likes fresh vegetarian dishes.

Brother Zhao carried a hoe and was going to dig some Houttuynia cordata. Guaizi said he wanted to help, but Yang Mingyi had never been to the village, so he wanted to follow Brother Zhao.

They walked to the door, and Mr. Wu followed.

Brother Zhao suddenly went back and pulled Fang Zichen: "Husband, you go too!"

Fang Zichen shook his head violently: "If you don't want to go, I won't go."

"You really don't want to go?" asked Brother Zhao.

Houttuynia cordata often grows in moist and humid places, and there are many loaches in such places.

When Fang Zichen ate Houttuynia cordata for the first time, he didn't dare to eat it because he smelled it. He thought it tasted weird. But after taking a bite, he fell in love with it. The next day, he followed Brother Zhao to dig it. After a while, three or four earthworms were exposed, rolling and twisting. Fang Zichen's breath was suffocated. If it weren't for the sake of saving some face in front of Brother Zhao, he might have fainted after looking at them on the spot.

He was deeply impressed by it once and has never forgotten it. Now he dares to go anywhere.

One mouthful of food was not enough for him to overcome his fear.

Of course, if there were dozens of kilograms of gold buried inside, it wouldn't be impossible for him to dig it out.

Brother Zhao glanced back and saw that Yang Mingyi and the others had all left the yard. He took Fang Zichen's arm and kept shaking it: "Husband, go ahead, go ahead!"

Yang Mingyi followed him. They were all brothers, and they could still talk about it. Two sentences, but Mr. Wu...

thinking about his status, Brother Zhao is always a little bit reluctant to let go, and he is very reserved, but it is always rude to ignore others.

When he spoke softly and acted coquettishly, Fang Zichen was at his wits end.

At this time, Brother Zhao really asked him to go up the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire, and he could do it.

Fang Zichen followed him out in a daze, and when he came to his senses halfway, he had to sigh.

There is nothing wrong with saying that sex makes one's mind faint.

He was really manipulated by Brother Zhao.

Hey...

Guaizi led Yang Mingyi and jumped forward, pointing to the wild vegetables on the roadside: "Yangzhu, this is Gotu kola."

"Can you eat it?"

"Kuoyidi!" He said Frowning, he frowned like a little old man: "It's just bitter, not good."

In the past, there were no wild vegetables in winter, and Gotu Kola tasted bad and not many people ate it. Brother Zhao often picked it back, and the good boy was afraid of eating it.

Yang Mingyi was still young after all. It was his first time coming to the village and everything he saw was strange.

"What about this? What is it?"

"This is a day lily. It's very good." Yang Mingyi pointed to a tree about a foot tall with several small red fruits as big as soybeans, and asked

, "What about this one?"

Guaizi knows everyone when it comes to wild vegetables, but this thing cannot be eaten. Everyone says it is poisonous, and the people in the village don't know what it is called.

He ran behind to grab Fang Zichen. He felt that Fang Zichen was powerful and knew everything, so he would definitely understand.

But how could Fang Zichen understand? Before he traveled through time, he had never seen a hoe. He thought it was amazing to know how corn grew on corn stalks.

But facing the gaze of Guaizai and Yang Mingyi, he couldn't say "I don't know either".

You can't be embarrassed in front of Erzai!

Besides, Brother Zhao also looked over.

Mr. Wu heard him cough: "This is called Red Fruit Grass."

"Wow~" Guaizi's eyes gleamed: "As expected, my father said to the west, what about this one?"

"This is called Jili Gulu."

Guaizi and Yang Mingyi have a relationship With a hundred thousand words of 'what is this', Fang Zichen almost became an encyclopedia.

"This is called Gulujili."

"This is called beating to death."

"This is called Yachudie."

"This is called Da Mie."

"This is called Ouch."

"This is called Hello!"

"This is called Ni Damei."

The good boy jumped up and said, "Father always says that he is right, but he is so annoying~"

Mr. Wu : "..."

These two father and son

have no eyes to see, they really have no eyes to see.

Although he didn't know much about farming, when he heard it, he knew that Fang Zichen was completely talking nonsense.

This child doesn't understand himself, how does he know that what his father said is right?

However, there is still a reliable person in their family. He looked at Brother Zhao...

forget it, he took back what he said just now, any misfortune deserves its cover, and if it is not a family, it will not make a difference. There is a reason why Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen have been together for so long.

The admiration in Brother Zhao's eyes was too obvious.

After the good boy finished asking, he went to the roadside to pick some flowers and gave them to Yang Mingyi.

It's not that beautiful. The small wild flowers that often bloom on the roadside have buds the size of glutinous rice balls. They are ordinary and not as good as the rose peonies in the backyard. But Yang Mingyi still took them and smelled them as if they were precious. The faint smell of green grass said: "Thank you, dear boy."

They were eye-catching, and the villagers looked at them from a distance.

"The old man and the little brother must be the guests who just came!"

"Who are they? I look at the clothes they are wearing. The material is good!"

"I don't know, but they came in a carriage. I guess they are rich. That guy is really good-looking, better than the girls I've seen. "

This time, digging for Houttuynia cordata was like fighting. Fang Zichen kept jumping and squealing. Stunned.

In the end, Yang Mingyi and Guaizi went to pick it up. Mr. Wu put his hands behind his back and shook his head at Fang Zichen: "You're worthless."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Are you worthless?

He was so old that he almost couldn't breathe even after saying a few words. How dare you talk to him? Where does that face come from?

Although the village is barren, the scenery is indeed good. The roadside is green, wild flowers are in full bloom, and there are a few people working in the fields.

Corn and rice are only grown for one season in Xiaohe Village. After the harvest in August, the fields are empty. Close to home, women and husbands will plow and plant some of the current small vegetables, such as radishes and cabbages. .

In spring and summer, there are many wild vegetables in the mountains, so there is no need to plant too many in the fields. But in winter, it is no longer possible. It is so cold all of a sudden that people are not willing to run up the mountain. Even if they are willing to run, there are no wild vegetables. It's easy to pick, and when it gets cold, small animals in the mountains hide, and large animals often run out when they have no food to eat, which is very dangerous.

Farmers are accustomed to hard work and their family is poor. They take care of the land very closely. If they don't work for a day, they will feel tired. Even if they haven't cultivated yet, they will come to the field to weed and turn over it. When the soil is loosened, it will fall apart. It will be easier to plant and crops will grow easier.

Fang Zichen had previously felt that their behavior was simply because they were full and had nothing to do.

Weeds grow quickly, and even if we can't remove them with a hoe, they will grow again in the spring breeze, and they will grow again in less than a week. It's all in vain.

But they are willing to work for nothing in order to feel at ease, and others can't say anything.

The work is not rushed, and everyone is not too tired. We hoe a few times and chat with the people in the field next door. The farther away they are, the louder they speak.

Chatting is like arguing.

But it was lively.

Mr. Wu only felt that his mind was open and he felt at ease.

This afternoon, after digging the Houttuynia cordata, he still didn't want to go back. He said it was a rare trip and wanted to take a stroll, so Brother Zhao asked Guaizi to take them there.

Chapter 159

The patriarch's family has a small fish pond. There are some grass carp in it, but it's not too much. It's fishy and has a strong smell. It's not oily enough and sticks to the pan. It's too oily and reluctant to part with it. People in the village don't eat it often, but occasionally I will also buy one or two for toothpaste.

Brother Zhao asked Fang Zichen to buy some. Fang Zichen grumbled and didn't want to go. He said he was frightened and his heart stopped beating. He needed to lie down on the bed to rescue him.

As soon as Brother Zhao took off his shoes, he ran away.

It took almost an hour of work to prepare three dishes.

A roast duck, a spicy and sour fish dish, and a cold Houttuynia cordata dish.

The roast duck skin is crispy and fragrant, the meat is sweet and firm in texture.

The fish meat is cut into thin slices, and the soup is sour and spicy, which can be completely soaked into the meat. It is sprinkled with chopped green onion, which completely masks the fishy smell.

When I was making blood sausage before, I had some peanuts left at home. Brother Zhao also fried them. He also added some chili sauce, chopped garlic and green onions, and mixed them with Houttuynia cordata. Let's not talk about the taste. The red ones are white. The greens are mixed together, which makes you appetizing.

No one came back, so Fang Zichen kept drooling over the vegetables. Watching Brother Zhao go to the backyard to carry firewood, he stared at the door and hurriedly took a spoonful, put it into his mouth, and quickly spit it out.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Brother Zhao came back at some point and stood at the door looking at him, gloating on his face.

"Fuck, I'm so salty."

There was a lot of Houttuynia cordata, and the hot sauce wasn't too busy, so Brother Zhao poured a spoonful of salt into it without mixing it.

Fang Zichen's eyes were wandering, as if he was going to steal something, and he kept calling him to move firewood. Brother Zhao knew that this person was going to cause trouble.

Sure enough.

Fang Zichen glared at him: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Brother Zhao innocently said: "No!"

"You still said no, do you want to kill me so that you can become a widow? Take pity on me! I almost became Wu Dalang... "

The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. Brother Zhao pinched him and said, "Don't talk nonsense, or I will beat you." He said so, but in the end he mixed the Houttuynia cordata and took it. He put some in a small bowl and gave it to Fang Zichen, coaxing him to eat secretly like a child.

It was almost five o'clock when Guaizi and his group came back. He had a colorful flower stuck on his head.

Fang Zichen was stunned: "Who did this?"

"It's a Yangzhu!" The boy turned around: "Father, how are you, boy? Is it a beautiful girl?"

Fang Zichen: "... "..."

He didn't see anything good about these colorful flowers, and they were all arranged in a mess. How come Yang Mingyi, a brother, doesn't have the art of flower arrangement at all?

This is like using his son's smashed head as a vase!

Yang Mingyi was embarrassed by him.

After resting for a while, dinner was served. Although it was not too late, Yang Mingyi and the others still had to rush back, which was inconvenient after dark.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I smelled the fragrance.

I can't tell what the smell is. It's a bit pungent, but not smelly. On the contrary, it smells very fragrant and exciting.

In rural areas, most women and husbands have little skill in cooking. Anyway, everything is cooked, and the cooking is almost the same set of operations and procedures, and there is no way to make any tricks. They had never eaten anything good. When the meat was cooked, they thought it was a delicacy in the world.

But looking at the three large plates of food on the table, Mr. Wu still looked at Brother Zhao with admiration.

When Yang Mingyi saw the good boy standing, he was sitting across from him and could see his head. He couldn't bear it and asked him if he needed a hug.

Guaizi shook his head: "No need! Guaizi likes to eat while standing."

This has become a habit.

In the past, in the Ma family, there was no dining table in the woodshed. They either squatted on the ground to eat or ate standing up.

But squatting for a long time can make your legs numb, so most of the time, Guaizi eats standing up.

It only took a while to eat, but he didn't feel tired at all. Fang Zichen felt sorry for him and asked him to hug him, but he didn't let him.

The dining table is too high, and most ordinary stools are about thirty centimeters in height. It is not suitable for adults to sit on, and it is difficult to pick up food. Brother Zhao went to the old carpenter's house and ordered one for him, but there were two in the neighboring village. A family is getting married, so I ordered some furniture from him, but I haven't been able to get busy yet.

Although there are only three dishes, they are all sufficient. The duck weighs more than four kilograms, and the grass carp Fang Zichen also picked is a big one, weighing more than four kilograms. There is an old man and a young man in the family, so there is enough to eat... ··Bar!

I don't know whether it was because they were tired from shopping around in the afternoon, or because the two of them had eaten so much. Anyway, all the dishes were gone, and there was only some roast duck left. It's not that it's not delicious, but it's just that it's not juicy. , can be wrapped in oil paper.

Mr. Wu put down his chopsticks: "It's hot now, I'm afraid this thing won't last long, so pack it up for me!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Eat It's not enough, you still want to pack it?

Moreover, doesn't it mean that when people get older, their appetite will decrease and their appetite will decrease due to the degeneration of taste buds, reduced digestion ability, poor teeth and other reasons?

Three bowls of rice!

Why do you eat more than him?

There is also Brother Yi, whose family owns a restaurant and makes a lot of money every day. Maybe Yang Mutao is hungry or something, so he also eats three bowls.

Although I eat elegantly and elegantly,

it is true that... a young man will starve to death.

Fang Zichen was not stingy, but was shocked. After all, they had eaten together before at Zuixiaolou, and Yang Mingyi only ate half a bowl each time.

There were three big bowls at this meeting, and Fang Zichen was always worried that he might be "returning to his glory" or something.

He came closer, with a worried look on his face: "Brother Yi, you don't feel uncomfortable, do you?"

Yang Mingyi was confused: "...No."

"Then you... oh shit, Brother Zhao, why are you stepping on me?"

"Go and get a bowl from the cupboard," Brother Zhao said.

Fang Zichen's mouth was too thoughtful, and his words of concern were not very sweet. As soon as he opened his mouth, Brother Zhao knew what he wanted to ask.

"Then why did you eat so much?" The man was fine hearing the words, but Yang Mingyi, a young man, would probably be embarrassed.

When bidding farewell, Guaizi hugged Yang Mingyi's legs with tears in his eyes, as if after this farewell, heaven and earth were separated forever.

After Yang Mingyi left, he sat on the edge of the threshold with a depressed face and a sullen look.

Alone, Brother Zhao felt distressed when he saw him. He sat next to him and wanted to comfort him. Guaizi turned his head first and asked: "Dad, did you think Guaizi was melancholy and cool just now?"

Brother Zhao: "... ····"

"Guai Zai wants to be Melancholy Brother! Let Yang Zhu love Guai Zai and be inseparable from Guai Zai."

Brother Zhao choked for a moment: "What is Melancholy Brother?"

Guai Zai said. He's a very sad man, he doesn't like to laugh, he's very temperamental and cool!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

In the evening, after washing up and returning to the house, Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen opened the gifts given by Mr. Wu together.

Three small boxes and two large boxes.

In the small box, there is a jade pendant, which is the yellow-green color of the tree top when it sprouts. There are two green bamboos carved on it, and there is a line of small words... Gentleman and Yazheng.

Inside the other is a hairpin, the style is simple and elegant, there are no carved phoenixes, only a few bamboo leaves, which is like life, complements each other, and is the same color as the jade pendant.

"This should be for you." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao obviously liked it very much and couldn't put it down. Together with the jade pendant, he held it under the candlelight and looked at it carefully.

He rarely showed such a posture and expression, Fang Zichen was a little stunned.

Thinking about it carefully, he seems to have never bought any jewelry for Brother Zhao. In his eyes, although the appearance of the brother is the same as that of a man, he is a brother after all, and they should like women like them. Rouge gouache and these little things.

Before, there was no money at home, so he didn't buy it for Brother Zhao, which was reasonable. But now that the family's conditions were better, he didn't even think of it, which was really a breach of responsibility.

When his salary is paid next month, buy him another one.

Brother Zhao called him: "Husband, put it on for me."

Fang Zichen put it into the hair on his head. Brother Zhao raised his hand and touched it, glanced at Fang Zichen, lowered his eyes, and said shyly: " Husband, does it look good?"

"It looks good." Fang Zichen teased him: "It looks best on shit."

Brother Zhao smiled and kicked him.

The remaining one is a good boy, and he has a golden lock.

In the two big boxes, one contained several pieces of brocade cloth. Last time Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao went to the cloth store, there was also one in it, but it was just one piece. It was sold at a very high price, as if it was inlaid with gold.

Seeing that he looked like a young master from a wealthy family, the young boy kept trying to sell him, saying that the cloth not only looked soft and had the right color, but also was made of good material. It was passed down from Chaozhou and the patterns on it were also from Beijing. The most skilled embroiderer in the capital embroidered it, and when worn, it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Fang Zichen had never seen anything good before. He knew the material was good when he saw it, but it cost more than a hundred taels per piece. At that time, he was just working in Zuixiao Tower, so how could he afford it?

The guy talked for a long time, but when he saw that he didn't want it, his face turned bad.

He muttered that he had made a mistake. He thought he was some kind of young master, but he didn't expect that he was a poor man. It was simply unlucky.

Fang Zichen couldn't bear this kind of anger. He immediately pointed at his clothes and said, "It's not that I can't afford it, it's just that I don't like it. Do you know where I got these clothes? Who made them?" "How much is it worth?"

The clerk glanced at him: "How much?"

"I'll scare you to death if I tell you." Fang Zichen pointed to the auspicious clouds on the clothes: "Do you know who embroidered this?" Mother, I asked the seven fairies in heaven to embroider this for me. This one was embroidered by the big fairy, this one was embroidered by the second fairy, and this one was embroidered by the third fairy. "

Then he and Brother Zhao embroidered it. Got kicked out the door.

Later, when he checked on Sun Shangcheng, he found out that this cloth shop was owned by Sun Shangcheng's father.

Fortunately, he was kicked out in the first place, otherwise he would have died unwilling to give money to that scumbag.

Cloth that he couldn't afford before was now given to him, and half a box was given as a gift.

What kind of grand gesture is this?

Fang Zichen felt as excited as opening a blind box. The more he opened it, the more expensive the contents were. When it came to the last box, his eyes were shining with gold.

When I brought him in at noon, I felt quite heavy. Although Mr. Wu was just a civil servant and had no official position, he had lived for most of his life and his family property should be rich.

Chapter 160

There can't be a box of gold in this! !

No way!

Fang Zichen was so excited: "Brother Zhao, go get the towel."

Brother Zhao was confused: "Ah? What do you want to do?"

"Cover your eyes, otherwise the golden light will be too strong later and I'm afraid I will be blinded." Fang Zichen said .

Brother Zhao didn't dare to have such a dream while sleeping in broad daylight. He was not as thoughtful as Fang Zichen. When Fang Zichen was still so excited that he couldn't restrain himself, he opened the box.

Fang Zichen was caught off guard and saw the truth.

It was indeed blinding.

Damn it!

A box of kidney tonic medicine.

There were bull penis, tiger penis, and unknown medicinal materials, soaked in two small jars respectively. The liquid was light yellow, like urine. As soon as the lid was opened, a fishy smell rushed straight to the door.

There are more than a dozen packets of medicine next to it, and the usage and efficacy are thoughtfully written on them.

For those with impotence/impotence and kidney failure, take it three times a day after meals, and the effect will be seen in half a month.

There are a few books at the bottom.

-Secrets on aphrodisiac.

-How to adjust yourself after not lifting.

-There is more than one path for a man.

I just packed the roast duck for the old man.

You should pack a hammer for him.

Fang Zichen regretted so much that his intestines turned green.

Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials, and the poor have not fought with the rich.

The Jia family is powerful, and its strength is intertwined in Fu'an Town. It has been standing for a hundred years. It must have some skills, or there is some connection behind it. Fang Zichen also knows that he is different from the past. He is no longer the third son of the Fang family. If the Jia family is like this, it's better not to provoke them.

But he was not convinced by letting Lian Niang go like this. Lian Niang almost caused him to have no children or grandchildren. Cutting her into pieces was not enough to satisfy his hatred. He wanted to sue Lian Niang. He had no power and power, just because of his childhood. Fang Zichen always felt uncertain about his identity. After thinking about it, he wrote a letter to Yang Mingyi and asked him to tell Mr. Wu.

If the child birth is not enough, then it should be enough if we add a juren.

Mr. Wu also heard about that spring medicine years ago. That spring medicine is so powerful! After taking it, most men suffer from kidney failure and shrinkage of the penis. Although Fang Zichen only took it once, if the dose is too high, it will be harmful to the body.

He is a scholar and not very knowledgeable about worldly affairs, so it was his husband who helped prepare the gift.

This gift is not about whether it is valuable or not, but whether the other party needs it.

Upon hearing about the misfortune that had befallen Fang Zichen, Mr. Wu hissed for a while, and after asking for a while, he personally took people out, searched half of Yuanzhou, and spent a lot of money to capture the tiger whip.

Fang Zichen was unhappy.

It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that he's injured. He would be happier if he was given some bird's nest, white fungus, and ginseng. If he couldn't eat it himself, it would be good to give it to Brother Zhao and his son.

But what does it mean to give this thing as a gift?

Is it that the form complements the form, or is it the inner part?

Fang Zichen fell back in anger, but Brother Zhao covered his mouth and laughed softly.

"Hey, can you save some face for me?" Fang Zichen said dullly: "If you do this, where can I put my face?"

Brother Zhao smiled and narrowed his eyes: "I'll put it on your ass!"

Fang Zichen: "· ·····"

He lay down on the bed, and the boy was already asleep. He poked his little face, which was flushed from sleep, feeling very depressed.

Brother Zhao lay down inside, deliberately changing the subject, and told what happened to the good boy just now.

"Does he like Brother Yi?"

The good boy always likes to cling to Yang Mingyi every time he sees him. Brother Zhao, his own son, knows that he is rarely this clingy.

There was only one person who was clinging to him before, but after Fang Zichen came, there were more people clinging to him, and now, there is another one.

It is impossible to say that he is like this because Yang Mingyi treats him well. Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu treat him well, and the good boy doesn't stick to them much.

Last time I saw Yang Mingyi in the Yamen, the boy held his hand on the way and said that he would marry Yang Mingyi as his husband when he grew up.

Brother Zhao pinched his little face and told him to stop talking in his sleep.

Whether the dream can come true depends on whether Fang Zichen succeeds or not.

If Fang Zichen is promising and becomes a scholar, then there is still a chance of marrying Yang Mingyi.

If Fang Zichen has no future, his son will have no choice but to become a poor second-generation farmer.

If you want to marry Yang Mingyi, it is just a dream.

Fang Zichen stood up: "Why do you think so? How old are you? What does a three-year-old kid know?"

His brain capacity is not as large as that of a pig, and he can't tell the difference between east and west in just two sentences. We're in the northwest, so how could we be so fussy about it?

If so, he should be worried.

Although the ancients were said to have matured precociously, they started looking for matchmakers from their husband's family when they were fifteen or sixteen.

But you can't mature this early!

There is no mental health education for children here. If his son really matures so quickly, how can he deal with it?

And last time, he heard Guaizi say that he wanted to marry Yoyo and Liu Dali!

Once you get married, you can play together every day.

Isn't it normal for children to like beautiful things?

Early the next morning, officers and soldiers came and said that Zhang Huaiwen had been arrested and brought to justice, but Fang Zichen had gone too far yesterday. Magistrate Jiang sympathized with him and put the case on hold and let him rest for a day. The court would reopen tomorrow.

When Zhang Huaiwen was thrown into prison, he was still in shock.

Not only him, but everyone in the Zhang family is like this.

If these government officials were from Heyang Town, it would make sense. After all, the county magistrate of Heyang Town had not been on good terms with the Zhang family. Zhang Huaiwen had committed a crime and there was no need to sell the Zhang family's face to them. But Fu'an Town was different!

County Magistrate Jiang is the son-in-law of their Zhang family. How could he send someone to arrest his brother-in-law?

The head of the Zhang family called the boy to stop him, but he was kicked away by the officers and soldiers.

Beating a dog depends on the owner! These people didn't take the Zhang family seriously at all.

Mrs. Zhang was so angry that she moved Magistrate Jiang out.

A few soldiers hesitated, but were immediately scolded by the leading veteran.

Back in the restaurant, Zhang Huaiwen threatened Lian Niang, and Lian Niang was really frightened.

After all, she was raised in the backyard, pampered by her family, had nothing to do, and had a simple mind. Therefore, Lian Niang fell into a trap when Zhang Huaiwen led her into a trap.

It's the same now. When Zhang Huaiwen said this, she was so flustered that she felt confused all the way. She fell ill directly after arriving home.

Jia Yuanwai noticed something was wrong and asked her when she woke up. Lian Niang felt that she had made a typo and was too hesitant to speak, so Jia Yuanwai had to call her personal maid to question her.

After knowing the whole story, Jia Yuanwai was so angry that he slapped Lian Niang

, "Confused, you are really confused. You were deceived in just two or three sentences. How could I have a daughter like you."

Lian Niang wept: "Dad, my daughter also knows that she was wrong."

What's the use of knowing that she was wrong now?

As soon as this news spread, the Jia family was completely disgraced.

If he was more ruthless, he could have threatened Fang Zichen, held his husband's son hostage, and told him not to report to the government.

But the Jia family are not those evil and sycophantic people.

He sent people out to investigate. After knowing that Fang Zichen suffered a serious crime because of his daughter, he felt even more ashamed. How could he have the nerve to resort to such dirty methods?

But after all, she is her own daughter, so she cannot ignore her.

Zhang Huaiwen dared to coax and threaten his daughter in this way, and he would not let it go.

Jia Yuanwai also had some contacts with County Magistrate Jiang.

This man is a good official and an upright person. If he insists on saying that there is something wrong with him, it is that he is a little confused and spoils his concubine and destroys his wife.

He worked in Heyang Town in the early years. In order to win over him, the Zhang family sacrificed their youngest daughter.

Officials, squires and wealthy people must curry favor with them by giving them either women or jewels and money.

In the past, Magistrate Jiang sternly refused, refused to accept bribes, and had the attitude of being a breeze, but when he saw the Zhang family's little daughter, he suddenly went out of his way and accepted him.

I heard that this girl was so favored by the county magistrate that even the power of running the house was taken back from the main wife and handed over to her.

Women's pillow skills are the most powerful. He also knows who Fang Zichen is. If he is a greedy person, he will give some money and the matter will not be known. But the other party is obviously not such a person. If so, his daughter will also He won't do such stupid things anymore. If he dares to report to the official, he is probably 100% sure.

Jia Yuanwai was afraid that County Magistrate Jiang would protect Zhang Huaiwen and interrogate his daughter, so he asked Lian Niang to drag Zhang Huaiwen out in the court.

In full view of the public, even if Magistrate Jiang wanted to protect Zhang Huaiwen, how could he do so?

If you protect me, you will probably be drowned in the spit of the people.

After Zhang Huaiwen was arrested, the Zhang family immediately sent people to find Zhang Huaini.

Zhang Huaini and Zhang Huaiwen had the same mother. Although they were nine years apart, they were very close friends. When someone said that her younger brother had been arrested, Zhang Huaini couldn't sit still. She ordered the people in the kitchen to make some soup and served it. Then I went to Magistrate Jiang's study, and after a while of flirting, I mentioned Zhang Huaiwen.

"Sir," she squeezed Magistrate Jiang's shoulders, leaned down, and breathed softly into Magistrate Jiang's ear: "Nier only has a younger brother, Wen. It's okay for us siblings to have a little relationship. You see, Nier On that side, how about letting him go?"

Magistrate Jiang sighed.

How to put it?

In the Jia Family Court, it was pointed out that Zhang Huaiwen was the mastermind. If he openly protected him, the people would complain and throw rotten eggs at the Yamen.

"Master, I know you are in trouble." Zhang Huaini shed tears: "Nier doesn't want you to be in trouble. You want to be a good official. Nier knows that, but Nier has never asked you for anything...

" Before she finished, she choked again.

He looked so sad that he was about to die.

Zhang Huaini has quite a bit of beauty. Although she is not as beautiful as a flower, her skin is like cream, but when she looks at people, her eyes are full of affection. Her small figure and proud figure can make men feel protective, which makes them very protective. The one I like.

I feel pity for you when you cry till you cry, and Magistrate Jiang feels very distressed.

"Stop crying." He coaxed in a confused manner: "I'll think of a way to prevent anything from happening to him."

Zhang Huaini looked up at him with tears in her eyes: "Really? I won't lie to you. Come on!"

Magistrate Jiang glanced at her: "When did I lie to you?" "What do you

want me to do?" "Sir, there was a knock in the study. Asking to see you." Magistrate Jiang frowned: "Didn't I say that no one would see me when I was at work?" The servant said, "Yes, but the other party said that he was your former wife."