With various stalls, this is a good thing in Song Fuling's eyes.

You must know that compared with other test centers, the location of Nanxi Institute is a little biased, and eating is a problem.

Yesterday when they were hungry during the day, they ate snacks.

But in the eyes of Mrs. Ma, this is not true:

When will there be followers, you say that those who follow the trend, why is it so annoying? He picked up ready-made, picked up the way out of others.

The stalls of your buns and oil cakes are all spent, and the people who accompany the test outside will have multiple choices when they are hungry at noon, so they will not buy her snacks.

Do you know how much you can sell at the end of the day?

"Milk, calm. What did I say yesterday? You don't need to add a lot, thanks to listening to me, right? ”

Mrs. Ma: I can't blow people away if I don't have eggs, fat girl, you still laugh when your family doesn't make money, "Give," I complained a lot in my heart, and still took out some copper plates.

I have to say that the old lady's mentality is very peaceful now, and the situation of following the trend to affect her business has happened, and it is useless to be anxious and angry.

But if you praise her for being generous, she will definitely tell you the truth: I am not the atmosphere, I am not in a hurry to wait for the rice to be cooked, the family has money, let alone the southeast and northwest winds outside, even if the evil wind blows, I am not afraid.

But if my family has no money, and I am in a hurry to earn money to go home and buy rice for the children, you can try again, I have to scratch them to death.

So isn't there such a saying: when to say something?

Song Fatya took the copper plate and led Mi Shou to buy cherries.

It's not that she has no money and has to take care of her milk, but she has "a hundred" in her pocket.

The cherries that Song Poria bought were not the big cherries of the modern ones, they were the size of a little finger cap.

The peasant uncle in the countryside plucked the cherry trees in the mountains or the cherry trees in the backyard of his home, carried the burden into the city in baskets, and removed the broken skin in the hot weather, and could not earn much money.

The main thing is that this thing is not worth much, and country children usually find it for themselves.

Song Lingling didn't spend a lot of money to eat last year, and she can't wait to go home and go up the mountain this year, so to speak, she hasn't done anything this year, and she has been reviewing with her father for the past few months, and she is hungry.

"How did you sell it?"

"Erwen money, give you this bowl, you can choose, child, as long as you don't break it all for me," the old farmer sold two big baskets in front of him next to the examination booth, and he didn't have a shade, and he was sweating profusely with his sleeves while talking.

Take back a big bowl of cherries, Song Fuling and her younger brother washed and ate, distressing Mrs. Ma, her little granddaughter didn't care what to wash, washed it three times, and the buckets of water picked by Sizhuang all made these two children harmful.

You said that there is something to eat, it is better to buy a peach.

Kindness? As soon as I finished thinking about it, the fat girl really took Mi Shou to buy peaches, hey, these two are naughty, their father is taking the exam inside, they are big outside, buns for a while, fritters for a while, a trip to the east and a trip to the west, and snacks are constant.

Mrs. Ma shook her fan and sat in the examination booth listening to several "parents", both male and female.

She doesn't need to avoid it, she can open her mouth to talk if she wants to talk to someone, she is old, and she is an old woman, unlike her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law Yinfeng Li Xiu, they can only listen, and can't interject, otherwise it will not be good.

The old lady is like an obedient book these days, listening to outsiders talk about local affairs, from the harvest in the field to the humanistic customs.

You see, some of them are obviously not too far apart, and the customs of weddings and funerals are not the same.

"How old are you to get married at twelve? Damn, I don't miss twelve. ”

"What's that? Don't look at each other, no matter how male and female you are, you have to let the baby take a look, directly lift the hijab, he looks scary, how can he be scared? The matchmaker's mouth couldn't believe it. ”

"Where are you? Is there a medical clinic opened by your own family in that city, her surname is Yu, and her maiden family is Guanli......"

The old lady has a good memory, and she remembers that when she fled from the famine, a family opened a medical center to take them in.

"Oh, aren't you two far away? Is her family still dry? Pretty good, right? ”

didn't let the parents of the newly-known candidate bring things to the kind doctor.

No, they have a convoy at home.

Fugui escorted the trip two days ago, and brought four large carts of radish and cabbage to the inn shopkeeper, as well as some chili noodles. When it is cool tomorrow, I am willing to bring some gifts to the doctor's house, so let Fugui go all the way to send some snacks.

However, the old lady was also very affectionate when she chatted, and asked the parent to bring a few words.

Chat, what's chatting? It's just where you want to nag.

And these people from other places, especially women, looked at Mrs. Ma with envious eyes, in their eyes, this old lady was from Fengtian Province.

The next day passed like this.

Song Fusheng came out of the examination room.

Yoneju: How's that?

His uncle bragged to him alone: "It's still a plenum, and the gap hasn't been widened." ”

Mi Shou worried: Who came up with this question? You're going to have a hard time.

Day 3.

Song Fusheng sat in front of the exam paper: "......"

At a glance, there are a few questions that are a little vague, especially for him to write poems.

This, this, this, the most afraid of this.

He hurriedly turned the last page.

Song Fusheng took a deep breath: I'll go, I'm not afraid of losing points by writing poems, I'm saved, he's really different." ”

The floating fee is wide, and the girl bets on the strategy with the biggest score, and he gives birth to a flower that is different from others.

Huisheng is a craft, and he is very powerful.

Song Fusheng covered his face with his hands and closed his eyes to recall and think......

Yang Kang couldn't help but look at Song Fusheng's back.

His shortcomings are not afraid of composing poems, and he is afraid of the final scoring question "floating and wide." "His experience and the information he can look up are limited.

At the same time, Lu Pan had already started writing in another examination room.

Open source, how to open source? Don't be too aggressive with businessmen, open source commerce, and improve efficiency in agricultural manufacturing, like improving tools.

How to throttle money for officials? He even proposed that every official business trip, whether it is the business traveler or the receiving party, must have a specific amount, and the excess should be made up by the officials themselves.

Coincidentally, Lu Pan and Song Fusheng's arguments are the same.

The difference is the angle.

Lu Pan is in a high position, and he can write a thousand-word proposal on how to manage the business in Shinong Industry and Commerce, and write clearly how to reduce expenditure and how to connect officials from the perspective of a manager.

Song Fusheng used to be an official of the Kuraba Ya, and he elaborated on the details from the perspective of a participant, which was very practical.

But it's hard for scholars like "Yang Kang" who have no practice, and they keep closing their eyes and thinking.

The last game of Kao Xiucai, when it was near the end, there was a sudden thunderclap outside, and the sky was clear before.

Without warning, a cool breeze blew in the examination room, the window paper was blown by the wind, and the evil wind was gusting outside.

Song Fusheng was just about to copy the poems on the scratch paper onto the scroll, looking at Tianyi outside and frowning.

Outside this test center, only his mother, his daughter-in-law, his daughter-in-law, and his son Mi Shou are not a helper, his eldest sister, Li Xiu, Sizhuang, gone, just Sizhuang and a man, and they can't be busy when they move from the shed to their homes.

And so many refreshments.

Help the candidates guard the books, and when it rains, they have to put the books on the table first, and there will be no place to put the snacks.

Lao Song was anxious, why didn't he worry about it, he wrote faster.

And just as he was transcribing, hail suddenly fell outside, and on an August day, it was pouring rain with hail grains.

At the Nanxi test center, Song Fusheng was the first person to leave the examination room.

He hurriedly ran out with the test basket.

Yang Mingyuan followed closely behind with the test basket on his back.

The mouth of this alley was noisy at this time, and the stalls were busy closing their stalls.

In the heavy rain and hailstones, Song Fusheng ran the rain down his face: "Girl, go in." ”

Song Fusheng shouted again: "Mi Shou, be obedient, I don't need your help!" ”

When Mi Shou pulled the test basket and moved his calf upside down into the shed.

"Miss Song, you put it down, I'll come," Yang Mingyuan rubbed the rain on his face with his sleeve, and then reached out to withdraw the table with Song Fusheng and Sizhuang, pulling the rain cloth.

Song Fuling shouted at Yang Mingyuan's back in the rain: "Then you unload the exam basket for me, and I'll carry it in for you, don't pour pen and ink." ”

"Okay."

As soon as Song Fuling took the test basket, the sound of running came from Qi Shu, and in the middle of the two long teams was a carriage.

The curtains are lifted on the land side.

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