Wang Juren and Yang Mingyuan drank sesame paste and ate the oil cakes from Wang Juren's stall, and said with a smile:

"It's not comfortable to be in a hurry, and there will always be less care on the road.

We people followed Song Xiaolian and saved too much heart.

This winter hurried, I don't feel lonely, but it is very lively. ”

Yang Mingyuan said:

"What I see is that Song Juren is gracious to many people.

I heard that there is a big village in front of it, and the hospitality can be more thoughtful than here, but Song Juren let the dart bureau patronize here all year round.

No wonder when he entered the village, the old gentleman here thanked him sincerely. Here, it is inconvenient to go into the city to sell firewood to earn a needle and thread brain.

Song Juren is always able to help those who are more in need.

Presumably, we will stay in many poor villages on the way to go. ”

Accumulate goodness into virtue, and the gods are self-satisfied.

Yang Mingyuan put down his rice bowl, and not only read the words from "Xunzi" with emotion, but also blurted out a passage from "Yun Ji Seven Signs".

Wang Juren smiled and nodded in agreement: The family of accumulating virtue and doing good deeds will be blessed and their descendants.

Together with Yang Juren's later words, he also agreed. If a person does good deeds for a long time, he will indeed develop a noble character.

On this first night, not only these two lifters praised Song Xiaolian, but the other lifters in the other rooms were also very grateful for the benefits of walking together.

Fifty-six people will be appointed in various places in the future.

They later recalled that it seemed that the fate between them and Song Xiaolian did not start from attending the wedding banquet, nor from the teahouse party, but from the first night they walked together.

On the second day, the people cleaned up and looked at the fellow: "How much is the accommodation fee?" ”

The simple fellows rubbed their hands, and said a little unconfidently: "Back to the old man's words, eighty words." ”

Isn't 80 wen a bit expensive?

But the firewood was neatly cooked, the mule water was eager to be boiled and cooled, the house was cleaned cleaner than the New Year, and Liu Lao Er in the village specially went into the city on the tenth day of the first month to buy candles and lamp oil.

Just for this day, Liu Lao Er took a few boys in the village to carry the burden and walked for a day and a night into the city, and the patriarch said that the grade of hospitality went up a little bit, and he wanted to talk about these copper plates.

We're not fooling people.

No, after the fellow finished talking about eighty words, he hurriedly explained to the old man that each family has the same price of silver, and every family accepts these.

Lift people: Only 80 Wen?

Someone gave a penny, so you don't need to look for it.

There is also the generous old man, who not only gave the room fee, but also gave the reward.

When a car drove out of the small village, the villagers kept waving their hands from the bottom of their hearts, shouting that they wished the old man high school. Come again, come back and live here after the exam.

Song Fuling secretly took pictures of this small village with her mobile phone.

Qian Peiying secretly took out her iPad from her bag and prepared to watch a TV series.

Originally, Mi Shou wanted to sit with her aunt and sister today, but Qian Peiying didn't let her, find your uncle, and go to the first car. She also wants to watch the diamond king "will" in the TV series. It can be seen how much Qian Peiying likes handsome guys. The older I get, the more I like the guys who look spiritual.

"Aunt, that Yang Juren always talks to my uncle about learning, I'm afraid that I will listen to it again, he doesn't remember, I remember it all."

"It's not good to remember? It just so happens that you will take the exam next year, so I don't have to worry about it," Qian Peiying sent Mi Shou away.

As for the peach blossom and the jewel, the two girls took the initiative to sit in the "warehouse car", then rummaged through the food, then gave the hard food and cream hanging outside the car, and then studied what to eat when they arrived at the residence today.

On the second and third days, the place where I stayed at night was really a poor village, as Yang Mingyuan guessed, and every time I went to the village, I could be warmly welcomed, and the price was proper.

And in the subsequent rush, Yang Mingyuan would make some food by himself every night, and brought it over to let Uncle Song's family taste it.

I've sent plum soup, I've sent hand-rolled noodles, and I've sent pies that I've baked.

But his Uncle Song only thought that it was made by a small house, and his Uncle Song's food was too good, so Song Fusheng rarely accepted it, and sometimes he would not bring it into the house, so he ate it on the spot.

After eating, he gave a perfunctory encouragement and commented: "Well, yes, go back quickly, and rest well every day." ”

It's not deliberately perfunctory, the main thing is that for Song Fusheng, who has good cooking skills: Mingyuan's skills are not good, and the skills of these men in ancient times are too poor, so there is no need to give them to the family.

Therefore, Miss Song had never eaten the food made by Yang Mingyuan, and was stopped by her father. It's not delicious, what to eat for your daughter?

Even so, Yang Mingyuan still felt very fulfilled and happy.

Every time he came to the resting place, he tried his best to make something he was good at, and when he was done, he sent it while it was hot, and Uncle Song didn't bring it back to eat it himself.

Lying on the hot kang with a full meal, surrounded by a quilt and lit with candles, he looked at the book that Uncle Song lent him with a gentle expression on his face.

Only food and words can live up to it.

Wang Juren, who was in the same room, woke up in the middle of the night to pee, looked at Yang Mingyuan, who was still studying hard, and shook his head: Envy, the old man is envious, the young man is really energetic.

……

On this day, the shopkeepers of the three inns next to the official road came out early and looked forward to it.

Who is it?

Several inns that have helped the Song family escape from the famine and sold pine nuts.

With the white shopkeeper and Xiao Wu as the first, they waited for about an hour, and the flag floated out in the distance, and the Song family's homemade blue flag embroidered with a small red appearance appeared.

"Shopkeeper, they're coming."

The white shopkeeper looked into the distance excitedly, yes, it's coming.

After a few years of absence, the former Song Tongsheng will stay at his inn again as Song Juren.

The Song brother no longer stood in front of his counter and discussed: "I'm just a child, I don't know if I can move in?" There are still many family members below, and if you can clean up the extra room, you can just use the firewood room. ”

This time, the Song brother will stay in the official inn in a dignified manner, and will let his family live in the upper room.

After the accompanying lifters got out of the car, they looked stunned again, including Yang Mingyuan.

for the treasurer who came to meet them had tears in his eyes.

"Brother Song, can I still call you like this?"

Song Fusheng hurriedly stepped forward, and to everyone's surprise, he grabbed Lao Bai and hugged him.

He patted the back of the white shopkeeper, "No matter when, if you call me like this, I will respond." ”

What's wrong with the old man, it's not him Song Fusheng?

"White shopkeeper, don't come to harm," Qian Peiying was supported by Baozhu, and stood next to him and greeted with a smile.

This is?

The white shopkeeper hugged Qian Peiying excitedly, and then looked at Song Fuling and Qian Mishou who were wearing the clothes of a serious official lady and young master this time, they deliberately did not wear pom-pom hats or strange costumes today.

Because this official road is different from the previous one, it is a big highway, and the further you go, the more people there are.

It's going to be in the city in two days, shouldn't they be embarrassed by their father if they dress like that again?

Song Fuling lifted her hat and smiled: "White shopkeeper, Xiao Wu, long time no see." ”