Wait until the ninth day of the second month.

Before dawn, Mrs. Ding got up and made a bowl of egg noodles, put a little spicy on it, and ate a layer of fine sweat on Song Chongjin's forehead, steaming all over.

All the luggage was packed, Wang Yongzhu and Mrs. Zhang couldn't send them in person, so they could only send people to the gate of the hospital.

Song Chongjin held Wang Yongzhu's hand: "It's cold outside, you and your mother go back to the house quickly, don't worry——"

As he spoke, he turned around and left, and Da Zhuang and Xiao Zhuang followed behind with their luggage.

Wang Yongzhu and Mrs. Zhang watched Song Chongjin's back disappear at the bend of the road, and it took a long time before they helped him back to the courtyard.

When he arrived at the front yard, Song Hong was already waiting, and after a few words of encouragement, he sent Song Wu to send Song Chongjin to the gate of the Gongyuan.

Song Wu, as the most trusted personal soldier leader by Song Hong's side, has done all the work for Song Wu over the years, but this is the first time to send candidates to the exam.

Excited and a little at a loss, looking at the long line in front, I wanted to find an acquaintance, and cut a queue to send the eldest son in as soon as possible, isn't this freezing in vain outside?

Song Chongjin hurriedly stopped him, to be honest, in this tribute courtyard, it would take three days to enter, stuffy in that trumpet room, and there was still air leaking everywhere, and the smell was not good, it was better to go outside.

Helpless, Song Wu had to follow with his luggage and slowly move forward.

After lining up for a while, I saw an acquaintance, Gu Zikai also got off the carriage, saw Song Chongjin, his eyes lit up, and he beckoned and walked over.

The two exchanged two words.

Because of the fear that the candidates would carry cheat sheets, they could not wear cotton clothes, and could only wear a few thicker plain clothes, and they could not embroider.

Wang Yongzhu and the others had experience, and the clothes they wore for Song Chongjin were soft and close-fitting thick cotton cloth on the inside, and the outside was cut from felt wool from the cold northwest side.

This is still a good thing that Wang Yongzhu found from Zhang Yinbao's trading house, these things are common in the northwest, ordinary herdsmen wear this, but it is rough to the touch, and it is the true color of wool, it looks a little dirty, except for the locals, no one really likes to wear this.

Zhang Yinbao's caravan was windy and rainy all the way, but he thought it was good, so he brought some back, thinking that the capital would also be popular.

It's just that the price is not low, and those who can afford it don't look good, and the one you want to buy is too expensive, so it's better to buy some cotton wool to wear on a cotton jacket.

So it's backlogged in the warehouse, and no one cares about it.

It was Wang Yongzhu who remembered to ask because he wanted to make clothes for Song Chongjin, and was turned out and sent to Wang Yongzhu.

Wang Yongzhu wants to give money, but the shopkeeper doesn't want to live or die, he only says that it is a worthless thing, and no one wants it in the warehouse, so where is he embarrassed to ask for money.

Wang Yongzhu listened, thought about it, and after cutting Song Chongjin's clothes, he called the shopkeeper in, showed him, and then motioned to him to cut the remaining felt cloth into clothes and sell them to those students who were going to take the examination.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper really listened to Wang Yongzhu's words when he went back, cut a lot of clothes, and made a way for people to wear them to those students.

The students originally looked down on it, but some people tried it, and sure enough, they felt warm, and immediately paid for it.

This spring is so cold, I wear too much, I can't move, I'm afraid that my arms can't be straightened, how can I write?

I wore too little, I was as cold as a dog, I couldn't hold a pen, and I couldn't write.

It's rare to wear this felt cloth clothes and keep warm and lightweight, even if the price is not cheap, but this is related to the future of the future, who will be stingy with such a little money?

Therefore, they are willing to pay for one or two pieces to wear.

Within a few days, the backlog of felt cloth was swept away, and there were many that I didn't buy, and I couldn't help but regret it.

Of the students who participated in the Spring Festival today, two or three out of ten were wearing felt clothes.

Gu Zikai and Song Chongjin were naturally not exempt from vulgarity, the two looked at each other and smiled.

The two gossiped a few words, and soon it was their turn, the clothes on their bodies had to be untied, and the soldiers guarding the door searched them, and the luggage they were carrying had to be untied, and they were carefully checked, and they were put in if there was no problem.

Song Wu didn't squeeze out of the crowd until he watched Song Chongjin walk into the tribute courtyard and couldn't see anyone, so he squeezed out of the crowd and returned home to report the news.

This Song Chongjin participated in the exam, not only Song Hong's heart was hanging, but everyone's heart was hanging.

Wang Yongzhu and Mrs. Zhang naturally hoped that Song Chongjin would be admitted, but Song Chongjun and they wished that Song Chongjin would lose the examination.

Aunt Hou and Aunt Yuan, as well as Aunt Dong, who was locked up in the courtyard to copy scriptures, prayed in front of the Buddha every day to make Song Chongjin's name fall to Sun Mountain.

The people in this house are extra careful these days, for fear of touching their brows.

If it was before, Mrs. Zhang could still go out for a walk, but in the capital, when it was critical, Mrs. Zhang had to stay in the yard, serving those pots of onions, garlic and cabbage.

Because the fire dragon has been burning in the house, it is as warm as spring, and the green onions and garlic have long since sprouted, and now they have grown a palm's height.

The little cabbage also sprouted, because of the warmth, Mrs. Zhang served carefully, and the seedlings filled the square pot in a few days.

The cabbage grows fast, almost every day.

It's only been a few days, and it's almost as tall as a teacup, and the green people are in a good mood.

Not to mention Mrs. Zhang, even the people in the courtyard were amazed, I didn't expect that this could really grow vegetables in the house.

If there are many cabbage seedlings, they won't grow big, so they will eat a fresh one, Wang Yongzhu simply cut two small handfuls of scissors and asked Mrs. Ding to take them, and eat them with eggs and cabbage noodles at noon.

When the noodles come up, the snow-white noodles, the golden eggs, and the tender green cabbage seedlings are spread on top, which are tender and raw, and it makes people appetize when they look at it.

The cabbage seedlings planted by themselves have not really grown up, and they are blanched in the broth, scooped up, and put in the mouth, which are sweet and juicy, and they can't wait to melt when they are sipped.

Mrs. Zhang was eating noodles while discussing with Wang Yongzhu, and then put a few pots in the house, forget the onion and garlic, as long as the seeds are sown and the temperature is right, the seedlings can emerge, and they will grow fast.

Wang Yongzhu naturally has no opinion, this is not a matter of effort.

Seeing Mrs. Zhang so interested, she was also happy, lest Mrs. Zhang be bored.

After eating the noodles, Wang Yongzhu looked at the small cabbage seedlings in the half of the room, thought about it, and asked Gu Yu and a few girls to find a few small bamboo baskets, which were just as big as two palms together.

Then the cabbage seedlings were cut, and two or three baskets were packed, and they were covered with felt cloth, one of which was sent to Song Hong, one basket was sent to Gao, and the remaining basket was naturally sent to the old lady.