Hazelnuts were thrown down in front of him, Yang Mingyuanjun's face was flushed, and his face was full of smiles.

He hugged his fists and thanked the people around him who had congratulated him.

While thanking him, he did not forget to look at Song Fusheng, the winner of longan in the distance.

As if they were coming to a casino, they scattered and stood in a large circle in order to be more likely to be hit.

In Yang Mingyuan's heart, Song Fusheng should be the champion, and the champion should be Uncle Song.

It can be seen how happy he is for Song Fusheng in the distance at the moment.

But what did he see in a trance?

Yang Mingyuan's smile paused.

"Come, since you are rare, this longan is for you," Song Fusheng bent down and picked up the longan and was about to stuff it to Cui Juren next to him.

scared Cui Juren, "Brother Song, don't do it." ”

Touched, this brother, it's so interesting.

This kind of good thing, looking at his rarity, actually gave it to him.

But it is precisely because Brother Song is so real, so he can't ask for a lifelong best friend:

"Brother Song, hurry up and go to the monk and say that you have a good omen, and it is imperative to follow the monk into the temple to thank the god Kui, go quickly."

Song Fusheng took this longan and thought: It's over, Lao Cui doesn't want it, this hot potato can't be sent.

Why do you want to give nine taels of silver for nothing?

Isn't this inexplicably touched?

You can still hear the sound of silver thrown into the blister, what is the matter?

To put it bluntly, Song Fusheng still didn't believe it in his heart.

He thinks that the most he can do in the matter of believing in God is that others come to worship, and he also comes to worship, don't be special.

Just like at home, the grandfather said to worship the ancestors, then sacrifice, and it will not block other people's beliefs.

In addition, so many people live in Lu Pan's house, everyone says that they come to worship God, there are so many people in the temple, he is a little uneasy not to follow him to control the overall situation, and he is just to accompany his wife and daughter to play.

As for the more, he can pay one or two dollars to burn incense, and let him take out a lot, as much as nine taels, then I'm sorry, I can't do it, just think about it, how do I feel that this matter is wronged.

After only a while, Song Fusheng's heart swirled with a lot of complaints:

Once every three days, the champion will be thrown out every time it is not good, is it possible that the emperor wants to give the name of the champion to many people?

Does a hit count?

If it were so accurate, the rich people in the world wouldn't have to study, and even he wouldn't have to learn.

I said wow, the sin of reading is simply not human.

said nine taels earlier, no, even if it was ninety taels or nine hundred taels, if anyone dared to make a guarantee to burn incense, he would have gone to make money a long time ago, and burned a lot of paper for Kuixing.

After all, with him, earning money is much easier than studying.

So, it's.

"I have ...... in my pocket" Song Fusheng almost said that the money in his pocket was not enough, and his daughter-in-law was in charge of the money, and he had to take care of the daughter-in-law for a penny if he spent a penny.

But stopped in time.

He was afraid that Cui Juren would immediately lend him money.

Can't you repay the borrowed money?

Song Fusheng escaped, so it's best not to let the old monk find it first: "Huh? Well? ”

At the beginning, Song Fusheng jumped to his feet and shouted, looking like he had seen someone he knew, and if he wanted to stay away from this radius, it was best to find Peiying while people were not paying attention.

As a result, he shouted in these two voices, and there was really someone on the opposite side who was echoing him from afar.

The enthusiastic Xie Wenyu and the arrogant Lin Shouyang were waving to Song Fusheng.

Behind Lin Shouyang is also standing a distant cousin Li Jin, who is the rich and noble son of Wang Zhefa's hometown, Wang Zhefa has been a younger brother for two years.

That's right, Brother Zhefa didn't pass the exam, why is there no news, so did he come?

Then Cui Juren saw that Song Fusheng was like a snake, in the crowd, squeezing into the shadow.

This is not the key, the point is that he saw that Song Xiaolian actually ripped off the longan's eyelids while scurrying, and threw the longan plug in his mouth to eat.

It was also at this time that Yang Mingyuan followed the old monk from his side and walked from the crowd.

"My Uncle Song."

The old monk also asked: "Dare to ask which benefactor got the dragon's eye just now, please follow the poor monk into the temple." ”

Cui Juren: "I, him?" Not me. He hurriedly dragged Yang Mingyuan and whispered two sentences.

……

In the main hall.

Before adding incense, Yang Mingyuan confirmed with the old monk again: "Is it safer to eat?" More able to high school? ”

The old monk was speechless from the moment he heard about it.

The first time I saw such a donor, how could I be so greedy, the auspicious omen's longan can be stuffed in my mouth, and I am greedy and eat in front of the Buddha.

What can the old monk say, he can't give a guarantee, he can only hold the Buddha beads and chant the Buddha number, "Amitabha".

Yang Mingyuan looked at the monk, shook his head with a smile, turned around and picked up the pen, and wrote in the name of Song Fusheng that he added incense money to nine taels of silver, and wrote his name to add incense money to nine taels of silver.

Then put down the pen and give it to the "lucky person to explore the flowers" behind him.

Yang Mingyuan knelt in front of the Buddha hall, and after such a while, he spent eighteen taels of silver.

Perhaps, Cui Juren didn't guess that Song Fusheng ran away because he didn't believe it at all, so he didn't want to pay the money.

Yang Mingyuan guessed it.

But he still took the initiative to pay the money without Song Fusheng's consent, and he didn't plan to tell Uncle Song.

Because he believed.

Yang Mingyuan faced Kui Xing and lit incense candles.

He has never been so lucky over the years, except for the company of his family and Uncle Song who helped him, he has never met anyone to help him a little, even a little.

is about to end, he Yang Mingyuan has read all the books he can try his best to read, and the rest, what can help him is really only the will of heaven.

Therefore, Yang Mingyuan hopes that good luck can really favor him once.

And to pay Uncle Song that incense money, Yang Mingyuan also felt that no matter whether Uncle Song believed it or not, there were not many people who had warmed him, and hoped that the gods could always bless Uncle Song's family.

Even if he doesn't have a relationship with Miss Song, even if he doesn't have the opportunity to call Uncle Song his father-in-law, he hopes that Song Fusheng, who has always treated him sincerely, will always be with good luck.

Yang Mingyuan sincerely kowtowed and bowed three times in a row.

When Yang Mingyuan offered incense and prayed, Song Fusheng, who had eaten the dragon's eye, was standing in front of the temple with Xie Wenyu and Lin Shouyang.

Listen to the words, listen to the sound, and only by chatting can you hear the truth.

Lin Shouyang understood this time, this "Brother Song" really didn't think that living in another courtyard was borrowing the light of his daughter.

mentioned his daughter in that tone, he sincerely thought that his daughter was young.

is also, as a father, if you think that your daughter is not big in your heart, how can you associate the "friends of the same generation" around you with the love between men and women to your daughter.

Xie Wenyu and Song Fusheng's chattering feelings were: Minrui, your uncle is too unsuccessful, and Song Xiaolian still treats you as a friend at all, not a junior.

And Song Fusheng also learned in this small talk that his fellow countryman Wang Zhefa failed to make the list, and his dream of making a fortune by relying on the imperial examination was broken.

Listening to Li Jin, Wang Zhefa turned his sideburns into half a head of white hair overnight, and he fell ill on the day he heard that he was off the list.