The third lady finally left, and left without leaving a trace, and even Xiangxue didn't see her again.

I have to say that the woman's sixth sense is really terrifying, the woman seems to be aware of the ambiguity between Xiangxue and him, no matter what reason Xiangxue finds to stay, the third lady refuses, Xiangxue also cried bitterly for a night, these things are seen by the porter Lao Futou.

For this reason, Fan Ming couldn't calm down for a few days, and he didn't know why, when he thought of Xiangxue's serious and innocent face, his heart seemed to be pulled by something.

But he knows his path, and Xiangxue may not be able to meet in the future, but he can't bear to refuse her.

Sometimes he himself feels like that kind of ruthless negative man.

These are not the biggest impact on Fan Ming, the biggest thing is his income problem, originally he was only a temporary dog-headed military advisor for the third lady, but now that this woman is gone, his income has risen again.

100 wen per day, and there is no limit on the time limit for work.

The position is to count the accounts together with the account, double accounts, and the salary is the same as the account, but the accountroom also has a year-end dividend.

The family's source of life has been settled, Fan Ming's life has become unprecedentedly comfortable, he is at ease in Cao's mansion, and he goes to the village for half a day to learn the part of Jingyi with Old Master Gong.

I have the impression that the old and new parties in the Northern Song Dynasty were very much in dispute, so much so that it extended to the scientific examination, that is, the dispute between poetry and scripture and righteousness.

The talent in poetry is not easy for him, a college student with modern thinking, so he simply concentrates all his kung fu on the scriptures, and Old Master Gong also recognized Fan Ming's own shortcomings, and also agreed with Fan Ming's learning bias.

Busy days always fly by, and the weather is colder than later than in the future, and before you know it, the end of autumn is approaching, but there is already heavy snow in the sky.

Fan Ming gradually passed the most depressed foundation period in his coursework, and began to enter the advanced stage of learning the commentary on the scriptures, and as a result, Fan Ming also officially began the road of hard study in the scientific examination, the most important thing is that these days have gradually forgotten the matter of Xiangxue, perhaps hidden.

Reading depends on hard work, and the so-called hard reading in the cold window is not an exaggeration.

Thinking about the six years of studying in primary school, six years in middle school, four years in college, and a full sixteen years of hard study in later generations, they are still just a literate social surplus labor, and I don't know if it is a kind of progress or irony.

Fan Ming's brush writing also has a lot of progress, compared to the later generations of the kind of only brush words as an artistic environment, this era is more about the brush words as a tool, Gong Lao Master does not know how many times he used the ring ruler to hit his hand of that pen, to correct his seemingly very casual posture, he sometimes has a bit of a belly, the old master really treats him as an ordinary child, the ring ruler falls is merciless.

This year's winter seems to have come very early, the sky outside has blown the biting cold wind, mixed with the fine snow powder, Chuqiu County this place depends on Yanyou, speaking of the weather that rarely encounters this kind of early snow.

Coming out of the village school, as soon as he opened the door, Fan Ming couldn't help but shiver, and the biting cold wind drilled along the neckline of his thin autumn coat.

"Teacher, come in quickly, close the door tightly, and don't let the heating inside escape." Fan Ming turned around and said hello, wrapped the cloth around his neck with the cloth of the book, and at the same time stuffed his ears inside, and suddenly felt a lot warmer.

Originally, Fan Ming wanted to sew a set of sheepskin jackets for himself, but after calculating the price, it would cost at least four or five hundred wen to get it down, although he now has an income of one hundred wen a day, but he still plans to save the money, not to mention the cost of scientific research in the future, and after he goes out, he will have to leave a little living expenses for his wife and sister-in-law at home, and it is absolutely necessary to buy a few acres of land.

In early winter, the snow powder has not yet reached the point of falling into snow, and most of it has formed ice slag, which has formed a strange scenery by the trees and the roadside.

The whole mountain road became slippery, but some of the ice slag was sometimes very elegant, which made Fan Ming feel childlike for a while, and kicked the ice flowers one by one around with his feet, and bloomed in the air, like fireworks, which was extremely gorgeous.

Old Master Gong, who was looking at Fan Ming from a distance by the window of the study, couldn't help but smile at this time.

Think about the beginning of the spring when I first admitted this student, when this student was still a thin white child, and in a blink of an eye, he grew into a slender Confucian student, and then think that he has been in this village school for two years, maybe this is also the last year he stayed in Qinghe Township.

The slight sadness was fleeting, and when his eyes fell on this student again, Old Master Gong's spirit was lifted again.

He doesn't teach too many students, but it's not too few, and there are many of them with good qualifications, but none of them are 'special' like Fan Ming, this kid has a tenacity that others don't have, and the down-to-earth effort makes him a little embarrassed as a teacher.

The most important thing is that this student never knows how to be tricky in learning, one is one, and he will never reduce half of the embellishment of the 5,000-word commentary on the scriptures.

The old pedant knew that this had unexpected benefits for understanding the annotations and opinions of famous people from all sides, and the occurrence of the "hurt Zhongyong" situation that had worried him before could now be relieved of his heart.

Thinking of this, a touch of relief appeared in Old Master Gong's heart, but then it dimmed, after winter, it may be the time to say goodbye to this familiar mountain village, and when will he see this student again, I'm afraid it won't be until the title of this gold list.

Fan Ming accidentally kicked a poplar tree with a crooked neck, startled a nest of crows on the tree, fluttering and only calling, and even the nest above it shook as if it was about to fall.

Consciously doing evil, he hurriedly withdrew his hands and tightened the linen cloth around his neck, although this activity was a lot hotter, but the wind still hurt people.

Stepping up his steps, he saw his own newly repaired mud wall after a while, these days while he had a little more room in his hand, Fan Ming invited a few masons to renovate his dilapidated house, and at the same time set up another study next to it, so that it was convenient to read, so that this finally had the appearance of a home.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the house, a burst of heat suddenly enveloped him, accompanied by a strong aroma, "Mother, what is this cooking, so fragrant." ”

"Laba porridge." Fan Qin had a smile on his face, and stepped forward to sweep the snow on Fan Ming's body with a small broom, now this family is becoming more and more stable, and the family is also like a family, if it was when Gorou was sick before, how could he have imagined that he would have the appearance he has now.

"It's not the time to eat laba porridge!" Fan Ming smiled, and didn't show great puzzlement, he always had to improve his life every once in a while.

"Today is your father's birthday, and he likes to eat laba porridge the most on weekdays." Speaking of this, Fan Qin's expression was lonely, and when he thought of his father, who was far away in the Daimyo's Mansion and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, Fan Qin's heart felt as if he had been stabbed by something.