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Today is the day when Fu Bi leaves Qing, and the new Qingzhou governor Fan Zhongyan led a group of officials and gentry in Qingzhou to see Fu Bi off.

Fu Bi has been in Qingzhou for more than three years, he is generous and conscientious for the government, and he has won the hearts of the people of Qingzhou, so in addition to a group of gentry officials, there are also a group of people who are pressed by Wu. Many of them came from Hebei Road, and they could feel the benevolence of Fu Bi the most, and they all waited early at the ten-mile long pavilion in the west of the city. The people sent the umbrellas of the people together, and the people were sincerely reluctant to treat the people like a rich man like a nephew.

Zhong Hao looked at this scene, and suddenly some strange feelings came to his heart. All along, he just wanted to live comfortably in Da Song, and he always felt that he and his relatives were doing well. At this time, I saw the people's love for Fubi, and suddenly felt that doing something practical for the people and the community, like Fubi, seemed to be in vain.

Perhaps the era that God let himself pass through was not to let himself eat and wait for death, but to let himself, a person who knows the direction of future history, do something to avoid the great tragedy of the Han people seventy years later.

But these thoughts are just fleeting, Zhong Hao himself knows his own family affairs, he can't write, he can't do martial arts, except for plagiarizing a few poems and being full of talents, he really doesn't have any special ability, how to reverse the fortunes of the Great Song Dynasty. It's just that he is a talent, or a fluke, the level of the words he plagiarized is too high, and no literati dare to compete with him for a while. Fortunately, I asked Hedong to mix, otherwise if I have been pretending to be a genius in Qingzhou, it will be difficult to guarantee a long time, and I am afraid that I will be exposed sooner or later.

All I can do now is to contribute potatoes and sweet potatoes, two food crops with super high yields, and I can't do anything about how far I can use them.

After Fan Zhongyan took the gentry officials to salute Fu Bi with three cups of farewell wine, Fu Bi said goodbye to everyone.

Fu Bi's departing convoy gradually drifted away under the reflection of the morning light.

Fu Ruolan has been secretly lifting the curtain of the carriage and looking at Zhong Hao, until she can't see it anymore, and she still doesn't want to put it down.

"Miss, I can't see my uncle anymore! Don't be sad, it won't be long before Miss will meet with her uncle! Ling'er, who was sitting next to Fu Ruolan, saw that Fu Ruolan had been looking out the window, and couldn't help but call out. On the third day of the eighth month, Zhong Hao was accompanied by Cui Ye, with a wild goose and a few gold and silver jewelry and various gifts, and had already gone to Fubi to make a gift. Zhong Hao is now a quasi-aunt of a rich family, and Zhong Hao is called Zhong Hao by Ling'er, and she knows that her young lady likes to call Zhong Hao like this.

Fu Ruolan came back to her senses after listening to Ling'er's words. She lowered the curtain and looked down at the paper in her hand. This piece of paper was secretly stuffed to her by Zhong Hao when he said goodbye just now. On that piece of paper was written the song "Queqiao Immortal" that Zhong Hao gave her on the top of the big clouds, an elegant and chic small letter, which was pleasing to the eye. Fu Ruolan couldn't help but get tired of looking at this piece of paper, and couldn't bear to let go, of course, she couldn't bear to let go mainly because of the lyrics.

"Miss, don't look at it, this paper is about to be rubbed by you!" Ling'er watched her young lady look at the paper and couldn't help but persuade.

Fu Ruolan suddenly became much more cheerful again, and said crisply: "Yes, Ling'er, you are right, it won't be long before we meet again!" Hee-hee, that guy is right, 'If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight'. Although we are not together, our hearts are together! ”

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After bidding farewell to Fu Bi, Zhong Hao also began to busy arranging his own affairs and preparing for his departure.

Feng and Wan'er are now staying in Qingzhou, and after Zhong Hao went to Hedong by himself, there is still no decision on what the situation will be, so after Zhong Hao discussed with them, although he was very reluctant, he still decided to let them stay in Qingzhou.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhong Hao, Cui Ye and Xu Feng went to Ye Yihan's Tingxiang Xiaolou for a small gathering, not only to congratulate Ye Yihan on winning the Oiran again, but also to say goodbye to her.

Ye Yihan won the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting this year, with a song that was quite similar to the strange dance of the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting last year, and he was overwhelmed by the crowd and was re-elected as the oiran.

Hearing that Zhong Hao was about to leave far away, Ye Yihan was quite gloomy.

When listening to the fragrance of Xiaolou Yaju parting, Ye Yihan gave him a delicate sachet embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, which was vivid.

"Zhong Gongzi is about to travel far away, and I don't know if there will be a visible period in the future! The slave family has nothing to give, give the son a sachet and talk about it! Hee-hee, the ice chips in this have the effect of opening the mind and awakening the mind, the smell is endless, and the son remembers to wear it from time to time, maybe he can occasionally think of the slave family! ”

In this era, girls give men sachets, which has many ambiguous meanings. Zhong Hao actually felt this faint ambiguous relationship between him and Ye Yihan. When he saw Ye Yihan for the first time, Zhong Hao was impressed by her temperament. In the future, this sometimes gentle and delicate, sometimes wise and lovely temperament beauty often appeared in my mind. However, since Zhong Hao fell in love with Fu Ruolan at first sight, although he occasionally has a reverie about Ye Yihan, he is a modern person in his bones, and he strives to control this kind of thought, Zhong Hao feels that he still needs to be single-minded in terms of feelings. It's okay to have an occasional reverie, but it's not good to put it into reality.

These days, Zhong Hao basically goes to the state government to meet Fan Zhongyan every day, and most of them are listening to Fan Zhongyan teach some ways of government and strategies for dealing with Xia.

During this period, he accompanied Fan Zhongyan to Songlin Academy once, and also went to Zhengmu Town once to visit the tomb of Wang Wenzhenggong. Fan Zhongyan was promoted by Wang Zeng, and he also admired Wang Zeng's character and ability. Both of them have fought with the minister of power, Lu Yijian, and they are very like-minded.

Songlin Academy has a strong Wang Zeng brand, and Fan Zhongyan will inevitably go around when he comes to Qingzhou. And after Wang Zeng died, he was buried in the ancestral burial place of the Wang family in Zhengmu Town, and Fan Zhongyan, the tomb of Wang Wenzhenggong, was inevitably going to pay respects.

Looking at the Wenzheng name on Wang Zeng's tombstone, Fan Zhongyan sighed: "The talent of the prince is unparalleled in the world. The prince's product is recognized by the world, and this Wenzheng is the best portrayal of him! If a hundred years later, you can also get a good word and die without regrets! ”

In ancient times, literati looked at the nickname, which was more important than the official title during their lifetime. After all, official titles are only temporary, and nicknames have to be written into biography and circulated for thousands of years. Wen is the highest name of the ancient Wenchen, the highest praise for a Wenchen's life, and naturally it is also the lifelong pursuit of all Wenchen.

"Fan Gongren is glorious and bright, and he must be worthy of the above!" Zhong Hao naturally knew that after Fan Zhong drowned, he would inevitably have to be honest, and he would do it in a categorical way-

The sweet potatoes were harvested, and Zhong Hao asked Fan Zhongyan to check the yield.

After Fan Zhongyan saw the yield of sweet potatoes, he couldn't help but smile heartily on his pale face, holding a piece of sweet potato in his hand and muttering: "The blessing of the Great Song Dynasty, the blessing of Sheji, Wenxuangong is in the Qianqiu!" ”

"The students just discovered the crop, and the credit was small. In the future, it will be up to Fan Gong and his father-in-law to promote, this is the work of the society, don't make it disappear! "It's still very difficult to promote a new crop in those days. After all, if people plant this new crop, if there is no output, the land will be blind for a year, and there may be starvation and starvation, so it is still very difficult to promote it on a large scale.

"The old man will do his best!"

The sweet potatoes have been harvested, and it is time for Zhong Hao to set off for Hedong...... (To be continued.) )