Song Tian borrowed pen and paper from Pang Zimo, and sat at the small table to copy the scroll.

Pang Zimo thought that he was going to copy it back to study and study, so he didn't ask too much, and went out of the room to pour him a cup of tea to quench his thirst.

The courtyard of the Pang family is larger than that of Buzhuang, but there are many people living there.

Pang Zimo is the youngest son of the Pang family, and he has to be an old man.

He has two older brothers and two sisters, the sisters have already married, the brothers have also married wives and had several children, and his eldest brother's son has reached the age of enlightenment, and has been studying in the Mongolian school class in the town for more than half a year.

Pang Zimo went to the stove room to take a look, and when he saw that there was no water in the pot, he went to the shop to ask his mother to make tea.

Pang's mother was full of answers, but as soon as she went to the stove room, Mao, the sister-in-law of the Pang family, came out of the room with her little son in her arms, and frowned and said, "What kind of tea is boiling, it's just a doll." ”

Although the Pang family has opened a shop in the town, the family has a large population and the expenses are not small, so they can't live a generous life at all.

"Sister-in-law, that's not only my classmate, but also my friend."

Pang Zimo was not happy, he had tea to drink every time he went to Buzhuang.

"Friends?" Mao sneered, "You can't be promoted at the end of the year, you have to pack up your things and come back to squeeze oil, what does it matter if he is a classmate or a friend." ”

In Ding Ban, he has not been promoted for almost three years, and his family has already discussed it before, and if he can't go to school, he won't give Pang Zimo this year.

Hearing this, Pang Zimo's face burned for a while, his expression was extremely ugly, and he left directly with his head down.

Seeing that her son was uncomfortable, Pang's mother felt a pain in her heart, and sighed to Mao: "What are you doing with Zimo? His classmate was none other than the son of the shopkeeper Song. There are so many embroidery girls in the shopkeeper of Song who want to eat with their mouths, what are the oils and noodles not bought from us, and you still feel sorry for these few sips of tea. ”

Pang Mu didn't look like that kind of strong person, but what she said was reasonable, Mao pursed her lower lip and went back to the room.

At that time, Pang Zimo didn't want to go back to the room to let Song Tian see himself at this time, so he sat in the hall with his head bored and secretly depressed.

Pang's mother boiled tea and came over, comforting her son: "Mo'er, you have to believe in yourself, you will definitely do it this year." ”

Except for the Pang family's father and the Pang family's eldest brother, who can use the abacus to know a few simple words, no one else has ever read, and Pang's mother can't help her son, so she can only comfort him like this.

In fact, Pang Zimo is still working hard in his studies, and his handwriting is also good, better than Song Tian, and he has faintly seen some wind bones, but his title is not well solved, and the poems need to be improved.

This year's results in his exams are not too bad, although he has not been admitted to A, but most of them are in Paper B, but if he wants to be promoted from Class D to Class C, he calculated that it is still dangerous.

"Mother, I'm fine."

Pang Zimo felt faceless and didn't want to mention it more about this matter, so he left quickly with the pot of tea.

When he went to the room, Song Tian was rubbing his wrists, apparently having finished copying.

"Sit down again and help me read the article."

Pang Zimo poured him tea, flipped through his desk, and pulled out an article that Mr. had arranged in the past two days.

Since Song Tian entered the first exam, he was different in Pang Zimo's eyes, and he would ask this person for advice many times in private.

Song Tian didn't say anything, drank two sips of tea to moisten his throat, and took it and looked at it.

"The solution to the question is basically correct, but when I crack it, I feel a little less hot."

Song Tian expressed his opinion, and then put away his things and prepared to leave.

Pang Zimo went out to see him off, and the two went to the road, Song Tian turned around and said, "I feel that your article has improved a lot recently, and you shouldn't have to worry about upgrading." ”

Obviously, Song Tian heard what Mao said earlier.

Pang Zimo was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and asked him with some uncertainty: "Really?" ”

Song Tian nodded and said, "I also want to upgrade next year." ”

"You're sure to be." He has been in the first class, and he has often been praised by his master.

"Then you should work hard."

"Good. You don't know, oil extraction is bitter, I don't want to extract oil, and I don't want my father and my mother to squeeze oil......"

Back in Buzhuang, Song Tian went to his parents' room, and Song Ercai was going to leave for Gandhi tomorrow, and he was packing his things at this time.

"Got the exam paper?"

Song Ercai also knew what happened when his son went out before.

Song Tian said "um", flipped out the copied scroll and handed it to his father.

"Dad, isn't it?"

Song Tian saw that his father's brows were furrowing more and more, and the conjecture in his heart became clearer.

Song Ercai nodded, sighed and said, "I didn't expect him to think crookedly about this, it doesn't seem to be the first time he's done it." ”

Song Hong copied his own example sentences and sample essays, which is very bad, which is equivalent to taking tricks and plagiarism.

"Dad, the articles he found someone to read before must have done the same."

Thinking that the whole family had deceived him, Song Tian had a strong anger, and it was not good for him to copy anyone, he actually copied the relatives around him, and his temperament could be described as unkind and unjust.

"I think so."

Song Ercai felt a little sad in his heart, after all, he was his own nephew, and he made him feel sad to do this kind of thing.

"Despicable, shameless."

Song Tian's small fist slammed on the table, but then his face became unpleasant again, and he raised his hand and blew.

He had smashed himself with that punch just now.

Song Ercai looked at his son and looked funny, walked over and stroked his head and said, "Don't worry about this matter first, wait for your father to come back from there and deal with it." He is your cousin, and if he doesn't handle it well, he may be implicated and dirty your reputation. ”

"Dad, how long will it take for you to be back?"

"If it goes well, it'll be a month."

Song Ercai hadn't been to that place either, and there would be some delays on the way.

That night, Song Ercai and Ah Xiu sat under the lamp in the hall and chatted.

Ah Xiu told him that he must not go alone, but go to Yuanming Building to find the shopkeeper Xu to introduce two helpers to accompany him.

The little girl in front of him is still a secret to Song Ercai, although he is a little eyebrow-raising about some things, but the more he thinks about it, the more he can't figure out why she is here, and she helps his family so much.

I couldn't figure it out, so Song Ercai put it down for the time being, and Ah Xiu told him to nod his head as well.

It's the first time you're going out, and it's definitely safer to bring someone with you.

The next day, Lu Bao helped put things away, and Song Ercai was ready to set off.

"Find out when the convoy will leave, and then tell the driver to bring a letter back."

Chang handed over the burden in his hand and looked at her husband with some reluctance.

At the beginning, Ah Xiu did not want people to go over the matter of silkworm seeds, but planned to bring back a batch of silkworms through the caravan, but Song Er was afraid that the news would leak, and when the yarn clothes came out, they were imitated, and finally decided to go by themselves.

It is naturally good to go to such an important matter in person, but after being separated for so long, Chang must be worried.

"I see."

Song Ercai stepped on the pedal to get into the car, waved his hand to everyone, and pulled the rope to leave.