Song Fusheng gained a lot of weight.

In the case that the whole family, including his daughter, was one shade black, he weighed twelve pounds and two shades of white.

Song Fuling used a foundation card to compare his father's face, and he was very jealous at that time.

In other words, after two months of retreat, Song Fusheng became white and tender.

"Well, let's leave today, everyone is doing well this time, right?"

"It's good, Commander, you can go with confidence."

While he was talking, Patriarch Ren came out surrounded by his family.

As soon as he appeared, he stunned Song Fusheng.

What kind of image is this?

Just look at the patriarch Ren wearing a long robe with pockets all over his body, if it weren't for the lack of patches on the clothes, he would be the same as those who asked for food outside, and he still had a crutch in his hand.

But he didn't expect Patriarch Ren to dislike him and say, "How can you wear this?" ”

Some complained about why they were lazy and forgot to instruct, "How can you pack clothes without a pocket?" So much. ”

Look at his piece, the top two pockets are filled with rice, the waist is loaded with grain, and the legs are filled with candles, what a saving place, young people just have no experience.

"That's called nine days, not a day or two, you want to prepare as many things as you want, you can't bring less, eat, drink, and don't let out of it. You have less, there is nothing to sell in it. ”

That's right, on the 9th, you have to enter the venue the night before the exam, and the exam will officially start in the early morning.

The women of the village looked at each other after hearing this: "Huh? If you don't leave, let's hurry up and sew two pockets for the head of the regiment. ”

Da Bai Fat was a little tanned under his eyes, and he became black and fat, so he hurriedly came over and said, "Commander, then you quickly take off your clothes." ”

Belch? Be aware of the impact.

Song Fusheng stood back.

Don't say he doesn't need clothes and pockets, he just needs it, Peiying is still standing behind, what are these girls going to do, they almost took advantage of him.

Men, take care of your body outside.

"No, I'm done with it here."

"Really?"

Mrs. Ma stood up and said, "I really don't need to, my test basket is not an ordinary test basket, he has enough to fit." ”

It was an exam basket that cost her hundreds of taels of silver.

According to the price at which people in villages outside the disaster sold fertile land this year, the money she spent on the basket could buy back five acres of land.

Besides, how could the nine clans be unreliable, they were prepared early, and they had all kinds of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and she bought a lot when she went back to Nursery Rhyme Town to look for relatives, and there would be no shortage of Fusheng if there was no shortage of people in the family.

"Patriarch, head of the regiment, take the test well!"

"Dad, remember to take your medicine." This is what the younger generation instructed the old father of the patriarch Ren.

"Fusheng, come back early if you do well in the exam, grandpa is waiting for you." This is what Grandpa Song instructed his grandson.

Mrs. Ma, Qian Peiying, Song Fuling, and Mi Shou didn't shout anything.

The instructions have long been given.

Mi Shou: My uncle is not a child, as long as he doesn't let his uncle suffer and take Leba there, it's not a big problem. Men, what is the matter of taking the test for nine days, you have to be strong.

For Qian Peiying and Song Fuling: In nine days, we can still meet in the space.

This time, there was really no one to accompany Song Fusheng to the examination room.

On the one hand, there is chaos outside, and he has been in for the exam for a long time, and his family is not at ease outside.

When he said this, Mrs. Ma remembered that the rain last time was not just to add to the chaos, and it was easy for her son to be distracted inside, so she didn't force it.

On the other hand, even if Song Fuling and Qian Peiying go or not, it doesn't matter much, but it is more convenient to cook at home and send them into the space secretly.

"Let's go back."

The third son of the patriarch sent his father into the examination room and was taking the reins to catch the car.

Song Fusheng and Patriarch Ren had a car, but Xiaohong also followed, but he was reluctant to ride and let Xiaohong run alongside.

When he ran to the fork in the nursery rhyme town, he rode again, because the patriarch Ren was going to enter with the same year, and he made an appointment with the patriarch Ren to meet at the gate of the Gongyuan.

At the entrance of the village, a group of people looked at the car.

Today, they sent off two candidates together.

"Drive, drive!" Song Fusheng pulled the reins with one hand and rode Xiaohong at a gallop.

"Please, give me something to eat, please."

Song Fusheng didn't stop, bent down and took out a piece of Leba from the horse's belly pocket and threw it casually, just throwing it in the arms of this group of begging children.

From saying goodbye to the patriarch Ren, all the way from nursery rhyme town to Fengtian City, he rode a horse and encountered more than a dozen groups of begging for food.

The people who ask for food range from four or five years old to seventy or eighty years old.

"Phew."

"Boss," a few men greeted at the door of the dart board.

"Why are you here?"

"We came to get the money, and we came, just in time for the cattle shopkeeper to buy lime, and we thought about helping to carry it and then go."

As he spoke, Si Zhuang came out of it.

Song Fusheng asked Fugui again, and Si Zhuang pointed in the direction of the dim sum shop.

Later, Fugui came back, and Song Fusheng realized that there were always many people knocking on the door of the dim sum shop in recent days, just because the "student Leba" was too famous.

This time, the examination was carried out, and it was the talent of the cities in the province who needed to rush to Fengtian, and the disaster situation in various places was mild and serious, and some scholars who rushed to take the exam fell ill on the road.

Then the student Leba preached in many inns, saying that the money spent was less, and the exam was nine days, and there was no need to cook, and the old lady who was in charge of the shopkeeper was very good.

So there are always people knocking on the door and asking, "Where is Mrs. Ma?" "I hope that Mrs. Ma can sell cheap and hungry dry food like last time.

Mrs. Ma is at home.

The situation outside is so serious, how can it be possible to go into the city and sell expensive snacks, people who can afford it dare not eat indiscriminately, and those who don't sell expensive ones don't sell Leba to make money, let's open the door of the store to contact many people, there is really no need to risk doing good deeds.

Song Fusheng entered the city and found that the faces of the existing people were clothed, and it is said that a number of sheds were set up on the edge of the city to house the sick, what kind of disease, the specific manifestation was red eyes, and then the diarrhea was so severe that they died of dehydration.

I don't know if it will be too sick, but the government did not give a clear answer, probably for fear of causing panic.

But from the continuous high temperature after the rain stopped to the present, in Song Fusheng's eyes, it is an epidemic shed, which is getting longer and longer, and more and more people live in it and can't afford to see a doctor.

It is said that there was actually a Gaomen lady who was sick and sent to Zhuangzi, and the two big ladies also suffered from pink eye and were locked up, and the slaves who could pass on the nose and eyes were dead.

Song Fusheng listened to Fugui and said, "It seems that the city is okay, I just rode by and found that the houses on both sides of the city gate are dilapidated." ”

Fugui pursed his lips: "Rub the rouge on your face, hide all the bad ones, the shed is far away from where we live, if we mess with Fengtian here, we won't be able to protect it, after all, what about the imperial examination." "This is Mukden, a large provincial city, or the former imperial city.

Shows from all over the world are coming, how can people see it badly.

Fugui whispered to Song Fusheng again, "By the way, how did I hear that someone bought Leba, and our house obviously didn't open the door." It's that the price is twice as high as ours. ”

"Double-flipped and someone else buys it?" That stuff tastes bad.

"It's hungry, and it can buy a pound of grain to support a few meals, even if it is suitable to buy two leba with the money from a pound of rice. Do you know how much rice and noodles are sold at the moment? ”

"How much?"

Song Fugui took out a crumpled piece of sweaty torn paper from his arms and handed it over:

"I made a special inquiry to write it down, you can take a look. If our family didn't have you, brother, I wouldn't be able to live at this price of food, and my family would starve to death.

Also, your aunt has the ability.

Brother, you don't know, the pharmacy is going to be emptied, and there are few stores in such a big city as Fengtian that are stunned to open at the moment, one is afraid to open, for fear that all people will infect them again, and the other is not sold.

If it goes on like this, the shopkeeper Niu said that the quicklime will soon be at the same price as the medicinal soup. I heard that livestock die a lot, and people with red eyes are the first to eat sick pork. ”

Song Fusheng looked at the price of grain and twisted his eyebrows, which was too expensive.

The shopkeeper came in with a rag and wiped the lime on his body, and added from the side, sighing: "Uncle, whether the price of grain or not is secondary, you should really let the people in the village come to the city to see what this looks like, so that they can remember your great kindness and virtue." ”

To tell the truth, when he first returned to the village and was isolated, the shopkeeper Niu still thought in his heart: that is, the rules set by his uncle, he only obeyed them. Right or wrong, our own family members must hold on to the scene and abide by the rules, so that my uncle will not be difficult to do.

If someone else asked him to isolate, he wouldn't listen, and he hadn't been in contact with many other people, so wouldn't it?

However, after returning to the city, I found that my mother was really so good that she would rather kill by mistake than let one go, including her own family.

If one of them accidentally gets red eyes, he will pass the illness to more family members when he turns back, then he is called a pit person.

Just a few years ago, the iron head and a few of their boys returned home from the warehouse, and Fugui shouted: "Don't look at us, I still have to accompany your third uncle to the imperial examination, don't pit me." ”

When Fugui said this, he nodded sharply in agreement.

The angry iron-headed said, "Which official do you see who is more desperate than the people?" We Lord Wei are the most desperate for their lives, the warehouse is cleaner than any time now, we just go home to get autumn clothes. He and the rich and noble four strong looked at the iron head with confidence.

In short, the old cow head expressed only one meaning: "Uncle, you have to let the people in the village know about your good deeds, if they don't compare and compare the chaos in the city, they will never know that you are saving their lives in disguise, saving their livestock money of ten taels and twenty taels per family." ”

If it hadn't been very strict at the beginning, Renjia Village would have been abandoned long ago.

Si Zhuang hurriedly gestured, fatter and thinner than the height of the patriarch.

"Yes, yes, yes," the shopkeeper Niu smiled, Si Zhuang didn't remind him and forgot, Patriarch Ren entered the city for the exam this time, look at it, and when he returns to the village, he will promote his uncle's goodness.

This is the best, this kind of news does not come out of the mouth of our family, it seems not deliberate, and it can still make you appreciate it.

"How many of you," Song Fusheng smiled helplessly.

The family members of the Nine Clans still have this problem, that is, "to do something good, you must leave your name".

Well, I have a very good appetite for him.

However, what Song Fusheng didn't know was that no one in Renjia Village had the disease, and not even a single animal died, which was already a miraculous existence in the eyes of people with a heart.

This person with a heart is Lord Hu, the county magistrate of Nursery Rhyme Town.

After the grandson of the patriarch took Mrs. Ma to the county to look for relatives, Hu Xianling suddenly called the grandson of the patriarch to talk, which flattered the kid.

Hu Xianling asked about the situation in Renjia Village.

The young man naturally knew everything he had to say, and he told him about being stopped by his father when he entered the village, the lime sprinkled on the village road, and the situation in the village after the flood that the old lady said.

Master Hu knocked on the side again and asked Song Fusheng.

In the young man's heart, this county magistrate and his third uncle Song are friends, otherwise he would not be able to find this public position, so he will hear from Mrs. Ma that the third uncle is preparing for the scientific examination day and night.

At that time, Hu Xianling smiled and waved his hand to ask him to step back, but there was no smile on his face when he turned his head.

I feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

has nothing to do with Song Fusheng's imperial examination results, his son was also admitted to Xiucai, although he was in the list, Song Fusheng was in second place.

Hu Xianling felt that there were so many deaths and injuries in Nursery Song Town, and the houses in the small Renjia Village were much more dilapidated than those in the county, but no one died.

Lord Hu looked at the situation, the number of people, and the loss of wealth reported by the villages in his hand, and there was an indescribable panic in his heart.

And this complexity was incomprehensible even to his wife, so she asked him three times:

"Aren't you and that Song Zijiao called friends?" I also thought about getting married.

"Renjia Village is under your jurisdiction, and no one has an accident, isn't it a good thing?"

"Husband, why do you only report your worries to the top and not the good news?"

Shouldn't we report this extremely rare positive example of Renjiacun upwards? If you get it right, your husband may still get a compliment or two. After all, Renjia Village returned to Nursery Rhyme Town, under the leadership of her husband.

Hu Xianling faced these three questions, but he couldn't answer any of them.

suddenly doubted his ability, and he was very jealous of Song Fusheng.

Rationally knows what to do, and knows that Song Fusheng can only make friends with the Guogong Mansion with his back, and that person's character is also worthy of deep friendship.

But emotionally, I want to rather not get praise than cover Song Fusheng's outstanding performance.

……

Turn around, this side of Fengtian City.

Because of the previous talk about the price of grain, the cattle shopkeeper shouted that the whole village should be grateful to his uncle, this distraction, when Fugui asked the question of who could sell Leba, Song Fusheng did not say more.

He just glanced at the food specially prepared by his daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law, as well as the basket newly woven by the second brother, which can be used as a basket for the exam.

Leba is not something that anyone can do, not because of the structure of the oven, but because of the recipe that is hard and hard enough to eat without diarrhea.

Only Kuraba Ya has written records that his family will do it.

Naturally, the Kuraba Ya will not do anything to sell the Lieba after roasting, and now it is very busy there, and it will be known that they will go home when they have no clothes to wear.

Therefore, the only answer left is that someone bought Leba and saved it, and now he is selling it at a high price while the imperial examination is taking place.

Whoever buys a large amount of Leba is buying and selling.

Song Fusheng remembered his daughter-in-law and said: "Regardless of whether we need his kind help, it is a fact that Yang Mingyuan's test basket was poured out for our family, so pay him one?" I'm afraid that kid has strong self-esteem and doesn't look good. Then you bring more baskets, and when you meet him at the door and find that his back is not good, you say that this is an extra from our family, if he has repaired it and can deal with it, you give him some food, and you say that you brought too much. ”

He had a good impression of Yang Mingyuan, and as soon as his daughter-in-law said it, he also said:

"No matter what so many words, I'll just give it to him. That kid is a rare person who is not pedantic, and he is quite talented if he doesn't read the sage books and reads fools, but he is a poor student who has dragged down his family. ”

In fact, until this moment, Song Fusheng did not believe that it was Yang Mingyuan who resold Lieba at a high price.

Perhaps, it's his family, right?

Song Fusheng really guessed correctly, Yang Mingyuan didn't know.

His mother knew that the eldest daughter-in-law was secretly selling the saved Leba, but she didn't dare to tell her younger son Yang Mingyuan, for fear of being distracted before the exam.

"Let's go, let's go."

"Uncle, don't you need me to go?" The cow shopkeeper said at the door.

"No, you don't."

Song Fusheng followed Fugui to pull the examination basket, Sizhuang carried the examination basket and carried a bunch of things, and the servants stepped on the sunset to return.

The official exam is in the early morning, and you have to check in on the first night.

At the gate of the Gongyuan, there are people in Wuyang and Wuyang, even students with small servants, as well as carriages, ox carts, and donkey carts, which are far away.

Song Fusheng was wearing a mask and was recognized as soon as he arrived here.

"Master Song."

"You are?"

"The small one is from the Guogong Mansion, and the little one has seen you with the young master."

"What about your young master," Song Fusheng said, I still want to find your young master. Why is there no shadow on this landside?

"Don't mention it, master, the young master hasn't returned yet, the eldest lady asked the younger ones to wait here with the exam basket."

"Never returned? It's coming soon! ”

"Yes, Minrui still hasn't returned," Ding Jian finished speaking, and hugged Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng was about to return the salute, and two more noble sons came out from behind him, Lin Shouyang and Xie Wenyu.

What made Song Fusheng even more speechless was that he hadn't figured out who was who on his side, and someone at the gate of the Gongyuan said in a loud voice: "Son, frame, brother!" ”

Fellow countryman Wang Zhefa stood trembling in the distance and shouted excitedly.

Wang Zhefa is the one who showed off at the gate of Youzhou City that he was a showman, and he used to teach with Song Fusheng in his hometown.

also showed that he could get a good brand because of his talent status, and he was very worried about Fusheng, because Fusheng was a child.

As a result, before leaving, he was slapped in the face by Song Fusheng, and Song Fusheng watched Wang Zhefa being taken away with a big red card.

This parting is two years.

Yes, so Brother Zhefa, if you want to take the exam, you must come to Fengtian.