Lying on a hard bed, the bones in my body ached.

Song Zhen looked up at the dim ceiling, and subconsciously reached out and touched the dagger in his boots.

I want to be Song Gongxu, it is the third yuan and the first, since entering the office, it is the focus of attention, all the way smoothly, to the Tongping Zhangshi, and later to the rank of the official, but also named Zheng Guogong.

When it comes to official positions, it is better than Fuyanguo.

The pride of the sky, the model of scholars, is now over the age of six, but he has to suffer such humiliation that the family can't even eat! What's the point of being alive?

Wu Yuming is smart, he is dead, at least he can still bury his bones in the land of Sangzi, like me, he went to the country and went to the northwest, and when he died, I am afraid that he will not even find a cemetery!

Song Zhen was annoyed and remorseful, he had the heart to die, but when he was in the capital, he had no determination, and now he ran to Lanzhou, how could he have that courage!

He fumbled for a long time, and suddenly found that the sheath of the dagger was made of silver, and there were several jewels on it, which were very exquisite.

"Rich, rich!"

Song Zhen shouted excitedly, and hurriedly called his son, seeing the old father holding a dagger in his hand, he kept shaking around, which scared the Song family stupidly, thinking that the old man was crazy!

Finally, Song Zhen explained that the family finally had a smile.

Hurry, taking the dagger, ran to the pawnshop, exchanged money, bought white noodles, and bought a large piece of mutton.

Steamed steamed buns, stewed mutton soup.

The whole family is young, their eyes are blue, the last time they ate meat, they just arrived in Lanzhou, and Wen Yanbo sent the roast whole sheep! It's been a month in a blink of an eye, and I haven't tasted meat, so that feeling, needless to say!

When Song Zhen held a fist-sized flowering steamed bun, drank the thick mutton soup, and nibbled on the fatty mutton, he suddenly wanted to cry.

"What a shame!"

He threw away the steamed buns, and he didn't want to eat them, but he didn't know that the little grandson was staring at the rest of the steamed buns.

Lao Song hesitated for a moment, then grabbed again.

"Eat, eat, don't waste it. Grandpa will find a way to let you have meat to eat every day! ”

The little grandson finally smiled, a big pot of mutton, there was nothing left to eat, Song Zhen wanted to rest, he thought about it, what to do next!

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and it was Song Qi who came, he was none other than Song Zhen's brother, who had been a secretary of the Ministry of Industry before, and the relationship between the brothers was not bad.

This time they were all sent to the northwest, Song Qi was full of embarrassment, and when he arrived at his brother's house, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw the sheep bones on the table, and his eyes couldn't leave.

Song Qi swore to heaven that he didn't want to be so vulgar, but his stomach growled.

"Brother, what's that...... Do you have any surplus of food? I, I'm ......" Song Qi touched his body, he had already been clean, he came all the way to the west, and he was even more unlucky than his brother!

Mrs. was sick and needed to be treated, so along the way, Song Qi gave all the things he was carrying to the soldiers who escorted him, so he changed a little medicine and saved his wife's life.

He was forced to go to his brother's house to beg for food.

Song Zhen looked at his brother's miserable appearance and couldn't help but shake his head, "Alas, bring him the noodles!" ”

When he had finished, Madame, and a few children, were reluctant to move.

Just sit awkwardly.

Song Qi's face was flushed, he really wanted to leave and not embarrass his brother, but he didn't have anything to eat at home for the first two days! Song Zhen's side is not comfortable, brothers for decades, speaking of which, a little white-flour mutton can be nothing!

But, at the moment, this little thing is the life of a family!

After a stalemate of three minutes, Song Zhen sighed, went to the back, grabbed the noodle bag, picked up the mutton again, took two steps out, and turned back.

He spun around, found a broken scoop, poured a scoop of white flour for his brother, and carefully cut off two lamb ribs, put the rest away, and then came out of the kitchen.

Looking back, he also whispered: The gentleman is far away from cooking!

……

After another three days, Song Zhen pondered, his brother's family may have not eaten for a long time, and he still had the usual money left in his hand, Song Zhen counted out 100 Wen, held it in his hand, and weighed it for a long time.

He suddenly felt that money was so cute, and even the strong copper smell became good.

After hesitating for a while, Song Zhen took advantage of the lack of people outside, walked out of the gate, followed the direction, and found Song Qi's residence, in fact, they were just separated by a street.

Song Zhen knocked on the door, and it was not Song Qi who greeted him, but Song Qi's son, who saw that the uncle was coming, and hurriedly invited him in. Song Zhen took a look, his brother's home is not as good as his!

"Where's your father? He, he's okay, right? ”

"Uncle, my dad is fine...... He...... He ......"

Seeing his nephew's hesitation, Song Zhen's face sank, "It's all a family, what else can't be said!" ”

"This ...... My dad went yesterday to see Xianggong Wen! ”

"Wen Kuanfu?"

Song Zhen's eyes widened instantly, the day before yesterday, Wen Yanbo also went to look for him, and said a lot of nonsense, why, it's not enough to just look for yourself, even my brother didn't let go?

"What, could it be that your father went to do something for Wen Yanbo?" Song Zhen's beard is all over the place, and his anger is monstrous!

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy! Your father is also from the top of the family, and he has cultivated himself in the Qi family for so many years, and he doesn't even understand this truth? How could he run away and be a servant? Do you want our family's face? ”

Song Zhen was so angry that he was going to settle accounts with his brother.

The nephew hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Uncle, my father also knows that it is embarrassing, but there is no way, our family has nothing to eat, and my mother is sick again, so I can't go to my uncle every day!" My father is also for us, please forgive my uncle! ”

"Alas!"

Song Zhen exhaled hard, "Isn't it just a mouthful!" You ......" he wanted to say to go to him, but when the words reached the tip of his tongue, the taste changed.

"Can we all figure it out together?"

Boom

Song Zhen didn't dare to take care of it, he asked, it turned out that Wen Yanbo had a trading center, and there was a lack of officials who set prices for goods and collected taxes.

Song Qi went, and he could give 50 yuan a month, plus firewood, rice, salt, tea, oil, and meat...... All kinds of benefits, each of which is not much, compared to the treatment of the prime minister, it is simply incomparable.

According to reason, Song Zhen is not eye-catching!

But the problem is that at this time, this situation, these things, are enough for the family to live comfortably.

And it's responsible for approving taxes, what a lot of oil and water!

As long as you crook your mouth a little and move your pen, you can add thousands of times a month, and it will not be a problem.

Song Zhen came out of his brother's house, thinking about it in his heart.

To be dignified, it is necessary to be decent, to run to be a small tax official, and to deal with a group of businessmen, where is the decency? What's more, doing this is tantamount to bowing to Wen Yanbo and doing things for Wang Ningan!

How did Wen Kuanfu frame everyone in the first place, and what kind of traitor was Wang Ningan?

Be a slave to them, grandma!

My Song Gongxu is not so cheap!

The more Song Zhen thought about it, the more angry he became, but he didn't have the courage to go to his brother Song Qi again.

He knew that starvation was unpleasant, and he couldn't force his brother's family to starve to death!

Bo Yi Shuqi, not everyone can be it!

I'm enough for one person!

Song Zhen thought so, and another five days passed.

The money for pawning daggers has been spent, and the lady, daughter-in-law, and even the grandson's longevity lock have long been taken out, and they have nothing left!

"This, why is this money so unspent?"

Song Zhen's son was helpless, "Dad, Lanzhou's jewelry and jade are cheap, but the grain is expensive, especially the fine grain, which is twice as much as the capital, in addition to the public in the yamen, there are also soldiers in the army, ordinary people eat millet seeds, the weather is getting colder and colder, winter is coming, every household has to store grain, so ......"

After being silent for a while, Song Gongzi said boldly: "Dad, you really should think of a way, otherwise this winter, you haven't sent it?" ”

Seeing that Song Zhen did not refute, Song Gongzi became even bolder, "Dad, if you don't want to show up, let your son do things, Wen Xianggong said......"

"No way!"

Song Zhen said rudely: "You listen to me, freeze to death at the windward station, starve to death, if you don't have such a few bones, you are not worthy of being a descendant of the Song family!" You actually want to do something for Wen Yanbo? If you have this thought, you are not filial, get out of the way with me and write the house rules ten times! ”

Song Gongzi had no choice but to hang his head, "Dad, I can write, but our family has no pen and ink, and we can't afford paper, so my son will write on the sand!" ”

Saying that, Song Gongzi walked outside, Song Zhen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say!

Suddenly, he was furious and wanted to throw something to vent!

Grabbed a teacup suddenly, this is what he brought out from the capital, a complete set of tea sets, there is only such a cup left.

Fall, if you fall, you will drink water in a coarse porcelain bowl, just like those bitter people...... After hesitating for a long time, Song Zhen was not willing to fall, such official kiln porcelain, when it is on the market, can be exchanged for dozens of catties of millet rice!

The tiger falls in Pingyang!

Song Zhen came out of the house, holding a teacup, and wanted his son to be it.

It turned out that the family was happy and was killing chickens!

It turned out that Song Qi brought it over, and he overfulfilled the task by collecting taxes over there, and rewarded a lot of things, he knew that his brother was having a hard time, so he sent two chickens over.

"You're going to me off! Do his stuff too? Throw it away, throw it all at me! ”

Song Zhen was furious, he could be killed, but he could not be humiliated!

Let him eat Wen Yanbo and eat what Wang Ning'an rewarded, it is better to kill him!

Song Zhen shouted for a long time, but everyone else lowered their heads and ignored him.

I heard the lady whisper: "Master, it's not that we don't listen to you, it's that the stomach tells us not to listen to you!" Take a good look at what that kid is hungry for! You have the way of Confucius and Mencius in your belly, you are not afraid of starvation, we are all laymen, we can't bear it! ”

Song Zhen faced the family, first surprised, then angry, and stomped his feet fiercely.

"Something that doesn't make a living!"

As soon as he turned around, he went back to the house.

"Mother, my father?"

"Leave him alone! One meal or two meals do not starve to death. ”

Song Zhen's ears are very smart, and when he heard his wife's words, he was even more angry, he was simply lawless, the old man is still not the head of the family, you all want to rebel?

The surname is Wen!

That's the scum of civil officials!

Without your collusion with Wang Ningan, the senior society was arrested?

And Wang Ningan, you are not a good thing, for so many years, you have been working against civil officials, making a mess in the world, everyone talks about profit, and everywhere you talk about money!

One by one, they have drilled into the eyes of money, and the hearts of the people in the world have long been shattered!

Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why have you been deceived by the villains and let them do whatever they want? 、

This great Song Jiangshan is coming to an end!

After scolding in the middle of the night, Song Zhen fell asleep in a daze, as soon as the day dawned, he was too lazy to get up, and his brother Song Qi came again and sent a large piece of mutton, which was five times as big as he gave last time!

The family was happy again, and they were able to stew mutton again.

Song Zhen sat for a long time, motionless, and when it was almost noon, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he had an idea! Song Zhen hurriedly found a wooden plank, and then went to look for pen and ink, but found nothing.

In desperation, Song Zhen ran to the kitchen, scraped a little black ash from the bottom of the pot, poured some water, and made it almost like ink.

He dipped his finger in it and solemnly wrote the word "private school" on the wooden board.

Don't look at it written with your fingers, standard regular script, iron painting silver hook!

Full of anticipation, Song Zhen hung the wooden plank outside the door, waiting for the students to take the initiative to come to the door......