Xu Shufang stepped forward and helped Fan Ming up, "Why do you need to make this big gift." ”

"It's really my father's business, I don't dare to slack off, and I hope that Brother Xu will take care of it more." To his surprise, Xu Shufang's expression was not the slightest surprise, it seemed that he was a bit of a villain's belly.

Xu Ledger nodded, expressed understanding, and asked, "Fan Ledger, does Fan Ledger know which prison city your father is assigned to?" ”

"This ......" Fan Ming shook his head, he really didn't ask carefully about this father's situation, Fan Qin's family didn't know too much about the scenes, plus the drastic changes in the family, there was no one to make up their minds.

Xu Shufang seemed to know the name of this, waved his hand and said: "That's it, my family has a relative in the Daimyo Mansion who works as an errand boy in the yamen, and when the time comes, I will ask him to inquire, and you will tell me your father's name, age, and appearance!" ”

Fan Ming was suddenly dumbfounded again, not to mention his physical characteristics, even if he didn't know anything about his name and age, he had to go back and ask Fan Qin's family, so he said: "Brother Xu, otherwise I will draw a portrait after I go back, and write my father's name and birthday on paper, and you can bring it back to the Daimyo Mansion so that it will be much easier to find." ”

"Very good, very good!" Xu Accounts did not suspect him.

After deciding on this matter, Fan Ming's heart suddenly settled down a lot, this can be regarded as a contribution to this dilapidated family, and being able to find another part of hope in her life for this simple old mother, maybe seeing his man again in Fan Qin's heart is the last wish in her life.

At noon, Fan Ming returned home and asked about his father, whose name was Fan Yishan, who was only in his early forties, just in the prime of life, looking at Fan Qin, who now looked like he was in his fifties, Fan Ming's heart couldn't help but feel sour.

Through Fan Qin's description, Fan Ming painted Fan Shanyi's appearance, and with the painting skills he has practiced over the years, he painted a six- or seven-point portrait, which made Fan Qin's old tears criss, just like seeing his own man.

Fan Qin took out a cloth bag from the bottom of the kang with a trembling hand and stuffed it into Fan Ming's hand, "Son, this is our family's consistent money these days, you have saved money, used it to buy things for your father, and you have to go out to do something, when your brothers were sick, they didn't even send him, if I could have sent him at the beginning, it would be great!" ”

As he spoke, Fan Qin's tears flowed out again.

"Don't worry, mother, Jiren has his own natural appearance, don't I come back to life, Daddy will definitely be fine." Fan Ming comforted her, but there was no bottom in his heart, the prison in this era is not like the later generations, there is no life guarantee at all.

He has the impression that there is a prison escort on the way to the distribution, but once the top and bottom are not well done, they will be tortured, and sometimes they will die on the way, and this will also die.

Moreover, the land of the daimyo depends on the Liao State, and wars occur from time to time, and the Khitan Tartars also fight the autumn wind from time to time, and a careless life is gone.

Even if you are lucky enough to be able to stay in the prison city and serve, the occurrence of various situations in the meantime is unpredictable.

Of course, these are all things that a simple woman like Fan Qin doesn't understand, and Fan Ming can only keep it in his heart, and all this can only be known when Xu Shufang comes back from the Daimyo's Mansion next year, and all he can do at the moment is to wait and maintain this family.

……

As the days passed, the Xu Accounts Room would not be able to go back until before the Chinese New Year.

In a hurry, Fan Ming continued to live a plain and elegant life of reading, during which time he had made a lot of progress in his scriptures and righteousness, and had begun to study the "Five Classics of Justice".

Since the Tang Dynasty, the Five Classics have become a compulsory textbook for Confucian scientific examinations, and are the official textbooks, which are a collection of scriptures and righteousness. From the Tang Dynasty to the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty took scholars from the Ming Dynasty and took this as the standard. Scholars must strictly base their recitation of the Confucian Sutra and take examinations on the basis of the tenets of the Five Classics, and they are not allowed to establish new theories, and it is only in recent years that they have been relaxed.

Of course, the contents of the Pentateuch are extremely complex.

Old Master Gong only asked him to go to Chen Sejing, and did not really let him fully understand it in accordance with justice, he thought that such a compulsive unification would inevitably suffocate the academic air, but hinder the development of classics.

On this day, just as he was reading aloud in the study, the door of the study was pushed open, and a figure with wind and snow 'rolled' in, Fan Ming fixed his eyes and saw that it was Chen Siliang who came in, and couldn't help laughing: "Uncle Chen, on such a cold day, you are playing the autumn wind outside." ”

"You kid, you have no heart and no lungs." Chen Siliang slapped the snow on his body while laughing and scolding.

"What kind of wind blew you here today, Uncle Chen, I don't have anything good here to greet you!" Since the last time the third lady Wanrong rectified Qinghe Township, the relationship between him and Chen Siliang has become closer and closer, perhaps because of the same rural background, Fan Ming found that it was easier for him to deal with this kind of relatively simple person, at least he didn't have to worry about guarding against each other in everything.

"Not for you." Chen Siliang unceremoniously picked up a cup of hot tea on the desk and poured it into his mouth, and spit out a breath of white air for a while, "Comfortable!" ”

Fan Ming smiled slightly, didn't mind, moved a stool, and leaned against the edge of the earthen fire pond.

Although Qinghe Township is still wealthy, there are still few people who can afford to use a charcoal stove after all, so they set up a pond stove with adobe bricks in the house, which is also convenient and trouble-free, and can also make a fire, as long as the door is not opened, the whole room is heated, and it will not be extinguished until dawn, "Come, Uncle Chen, sit here." ”

Chen Siliang lifted the big cotton jacket with a sheepskin scarf on his body, sat down on the ground, and sighed for no reason, "Alas, it's better for you to read!" ”

Fan Ming was a little puzzled and asked, "Uncle Chen, what the hell is going on!" ”

Chen Siliang stretched out his hand to the top of the fire pond and shook it back and forth twice, and waited until the cold on his hands and body gradually dissipated, then he raised his head and glanced at Fan Ming, but the smile on his face became more and more, "You kid is going to go lucky!" ”

Fan Ming smiled, "In this ravine, what kind of luck can you have, at most you can step on cow." ”

"You don't believe me?" Chen Siliang smacked his lips, "As soon as the new county magistrate arrives in Chuqiu County, he will start a school, and go to the village schools in the following townships to select students to enter the county school, and there is still a case of money every month. ”