Pushing aside the lush grass, Fang Yingwu and Sister Lan returned to the road from the river bank. Wang Lan listened to Fang Yingwu's persuasion and planned to go back to her parents' house for a few days. After all, her father and brother forced her to observe the festival, and they would definitely not treat her for a while, and there was no unpredictable risk for the time being.

And if the in-laws' side is anxious, maybe they will really tie her up and forcibly send her to someone else's cave room, this risk can't be prevented, so it's better not to go back to the in-law's house.

The two of them walked towards Zhonghuaxi Village together. In fact, Wang Lan didn't know why Fang Yingwu was still following her, but she would not refuse others, so she had to hold back her doubts and bow her head forward, and let Fang Yingwu walk side by side with her unhurriedly.

I only heard Fang Yingwu have nothing to say: "Your father has a very bad attitude towards me, but you have to help me say a few good words." ”

Wang Lan remembered the embarrassment of the morning, resisted the urge to hide her face and run away, stopped and said very seriously: "Father scolded you in the morning, this is his fault, and it is also the slave family that has affected you, so I can't compensate you here." ”

Fang Yingwu didn't care and said: "You might as well do it, the heavens are in charge of the people, and they must first suffer their minds, I can still stand this matter!" ”

"But why did you come to my house then? Do you still want to go back to social studies? ”

Fang Yingwu said calmly: "I want to gain fame, and I want to prepare for the county exam now, so I borrowed a book from your father to read it at home." ”

In the past, Fang Yingwu should be able to recite the four books, but after the time travel, the memory is confused, so he needs to borrow books to review. It's not so much a review, it's better to say that this is a process of reminiscence, otherwise with three months, where can he be able to get a good grasp of the four books?

Wang Lan has followed her father since she was a child, and acts as a handmaid who turns books and sharpens ink on the side, and is more familiar with the social science situation. Hearing that Fang Yingwu wanted to borrow books, he frowned and said: "There are only those scriptures in social studies, and they are often used during teaching, and it is not very convenient to borrow them. Otherwise, the school children will be short of books when they go to class. ”

"Of course I know the situation, but this Huaxi is a poor mountain village, and there is no serious scholarly family, so where can I borrow books except for social studies? Wang Dahu may have a few books in his house to decorate the façade, but I won't go to him to borrow books. Fang Yingwu sighed helplessly.

Wang Lan didn't answer for a while, the two walked for a while, and when they saw that they were about to reach the entrance of the village, she suddenly said again: "This time you help me, the slave family can't repay me." Thinking about giving you a set of books, it just takes some time. ”

Fang Yingwu asked in surprise: "What kind of book?" ”

"The Four Books and Zhu Ziji's Notes, isn't this what you want to see in the imperial examination?"

"Do you have a set of these?" Fang Yingwu eagerly turned to look at Wang Lan, could it be that there was nowhere to find it when he stepped through the iron boots, and it took no effort to get it?

Wang Lan nodded affirmatively, "Although there is no one at the moment, if I want to send you, there will definitely be one." ”

These words made Fang Yingwu even more confused, it was about his future, and he couldn't take care of it, "Sister Lan, don't play tricks on me, what's going on?" ”

Wang Lan hesitated for a moment before replying in a low voice: "The slave family can write it down for you." ”

Fang Yingwu was very surprised when he heard this, and couldn't believe that there were very few women who could read and write in these years, and those women who could only memorize a few lines of poetry could often be fanatically sought after as talented women or celebrities. As for the woman who can fully recite the meaning of the scriptures, she is definitely the only one in ten thousand.

Could it be that in this isolated poor mountain village, such a strange flower can appear? He hurriedly asked, "You said that you can write the Four Books and Zhu Ziji's Annotations silently?" ”

Wang Lan's eager eyes on Fang Yingwu were a little instinctively unnatural, and she shrank back, "The slave family really didn't lie to you, if you want the Five Classics, I can also write them down, I'm afraid there won't be enough time." ”

Not only can you write the four books of the main subject silently, but you can also write the five classics of the partial subject? She shouldn't be able to lie, and there is no need to lie, Fang Yingwu was dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.

When Sister Lan was unmarried, she often followed her father, who was a tutor, to go in and out of social studies, doing some rough work such as serving tea and pouring water, laying paper and grinding ink.

When Mr. Wang was lecturing, she stood in the corner and waited quietly, like a quiet little flower - very distracted and fascinated by another teenager Fang Yingwu.

Could it be that just like this, Sister Lan can memorize the entire book of scriptures? If this is the case, then 90% of the students in the world will be killed in shame.

A brilliant woman, but unfortunately born in this era and this mountain village, she is destined to be buried. I'm afraid that even her father doesn't know her secret.

Fang Yingwu calmed down his shock, half admiring and half regretful, and said: "The snow trail steals the shallow blue flowers, and the ice roots spit out small red buds, which is a good unknown deep mountain orchid." ”

Wang Lan heard it clearly, but her face was slightly red, but she pretended not to hear, lowered her head and walked forward.

But she finally understood in her heart that the person in front of her could no longer be regarded as the little kid in her impression.

The two didn't walk a few steps, and they saw a little lady in a red jacket and pink skirt floating out of the village, who was the eldest lady of the Wang family. At this time, her face was full of sadness, and she hurried her steps until she saw Fang Yingwu standing outside the entrance of the village.

Little Lady Wang was happy at first, and was about to call Fang Yingwu, but immediately became angry again, because she saw that there was Wang Lan next to Fang Yingwu, very close, very close, and her attitude was very intimate and intimate.

Fang Yingwu had a hunch that Wang Xiaoniang must have rushed out to find him after learning that Wang Dahu had completely dissociated himself from him.

saw tears in her eyes, and soon dropped teardrops the size of watercress and fell on the ground.

What should I say to her? When Fang Yingwu was considering, Wang Xiaoniang suddenly raised her hand, took out an object from her chest, and smashed it fiercely.

Caught off guard for a while, Fang Yingwu's forehead hit him hard. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed this thing, but when he looked down, it was a bag with a strong fragrance. The bag was heavy, and from the cracked opening, I could see that there were a few silver beans inside.

Fang Yingwu understood when he boarded up, Wang Xiaoniang was worried that he owed the debtor and was poor, so she ran out to give him silver - the debt was owed to her Wang family before, and of course it didn't matter if Wang Xiaoniang was happy to see it, and she didn't take it seriously; But now that Wang Dahu has transferred this debt, Wang Xiaoniang began to worry about the person she liked.

Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu was a little moved, which can be described as mixed feelings. Stunned and speechless, she just watched Wang Xiaoniang wipe her tears while turning her head and running back to the village, the most uncomfortable beauty.

Wang Lan saw the whole process in her eyes and felt that the little lady Wang was very pitiful, and the other party responded: "Aren't you going to say a few words to her?" I'm still catching up. ”

Fang Yingwu shook his head. If Wang Dahu knew that he had impressed Wang Zhi County and made every effort to attack the head of the autumn county trial, he would not have treated himself like this.

"The slave family heard from my father that Wang Dahu disliked the village was too isolated, so her family was going to move to the county seat after a few days." Wang Lan said again.

Oh? It was the first time Fang Yingwu heard the news, and when he arrived in the county, his horizons were broadened, and at that time, Wang Xiaoniang probably wouldn't have been in love with Fang Yingwu. This feeling in my heart is indescribable.

sent Wang Lan home, Fang Yingwu didn't ask Mr. Wang to borrow books, turned around and returned to his own house in Shanghuaxi Village.

That night, Fang Yingwu had a long-lost chun's dream, and he was full of money in the bright moonlight in front of the bed.

I don't know what the woman looks like in the dream, I just remember that the graceful figure is wearing a white filial piety dress, and her chest is trembling and very seductive, but how does her face look a bit like the melon seed face of Wang Xiaoniang? Instead of Sister Lan's oval face?

Fang Yingwu, who was more than twenty-five years old, woke up from his dream with a somewhat embarrassed face, which must have been the residual consciousness of the previous Fang Yingwu!

With the soul of a non-virgin high-achieving student with the three departments of politics, system, and society in the Ming Dynasty, how could he still have a dream?

However, after waking up, he couldn't sleep, because Fang Yingwu suddenly remembered a question. Before the county exam, he only had three or four months to prepare, and if Sister Lan copied the Four Books and Five Classics and Zhu Ziji's annotations for herself, it would definitely take a lot of time. So how much time do you have to review systematically?

There is a way to ask her to recite the scriptures in front of her, and she writes by herself while listening, and by the way, she also reviewed

Thinking of the picture of the red sleeves and incense reading at night, Fang Yingwu had a small sāo movement in his heart, and he was a little yearning. But this is really a lonely man and a widow, and it is too unethical, and the viability is almost zero.

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