Zhao Wenhua, a native of Cixi, Zhejiang, a three-year jinshi in Yongjia, recognized Yan Song as his father-in-law, and was first appointed as the head of the Criminal Department, and later promoted to the prefect of Yanping by Baoju.

When Qiu Min was in Yan's Mansion, he occasionally heard Yan Shifan and his colleagues talk about his personality, he was cunning, and offered Baihua Immortal Wine to Emperor Yongjia, and said that Yan Song would live a long life with this wine. Yongjia asked Yan Song in a handwritten letter, and he was shocked and blamed him, he couldn't afford to kneel and weep, and bribed Song's wife generously, mediated from it, and regained his favor. Yan Shifan despised him as a human being, and had repeatedly admonished his father to guard against Zhao Wenhua, but Yan Song was convinced of his loyalty, but instead tried his best to promote Zhao Wenhua when the official position in the imperial court was vacant, so that he had a prosperous official fortune all the way in his career.

Insidious and cunning, greedy and incompetent, he provoked the people to revolt twice, but he was still lustful and made his own idea? Qiu Min squinted his eyes and glanced at him fiercely, scolding in his heart, the old boy is done this time, right?

In the back hall of the county ya, Zhao Wenhua's face was pale, cold sweat secreted from his forehead, he got up and took a deep look at Xu Ping, and said: "I hope that Lord Xu will save Zhao's life regardless of his previous suspicions, if the adults don't take action to quell the civil uprising, I will really be doomed."

Xu Ping didn't raise his eyelids, frowned and waved his hand, "It's over, why does Lord Zhao have to be like this, hehe, why bother in the first place?" Save you? Let's give a reason first. ”

Zhao Wenhua's face was suffocated, and his waist bent lower, "I complain that I don't know people and have been deceived by Master Wang, but these are all prevarications on the surface, in fact, I am also from a poor background, I have studied hard since I was a child, and I am also determined to be a good official who asks for my life............"

Zhao Wenhua lost his father since he was a child, raised by his widowed mother, and at the age of six he was able to recite the "Hundred Family Names" and "Analects", and he did not forget to export the chapters.

However, after entering the state capital, he learned that Luoyang Migui's life was not easy, often writing letters on behalf of others, carrying sacks to supplement the degree, but life was not icing on the cake, often worse, due to often not enough to eat and malnutrition, Zhao Wenhua fainted in the examination room, and broke the triennial township test, the clansmen shook their heads and sighed, thinking that he had no future, and they cut off the funding.

The future is slim and penniless. Zhao Wenhua fell ill, returned to his hometown to study hard or continued to stay in the state capital to study, he fell into a dilemma for a while.

It is said that the heavens will descend on the Si people, and they must first suffer their minds and starve their bodies, and Zhao Wenhua's turning point appeared in the last poetry meeting that he was dragged by his classmates.

At the poetry meeting, he met his wife Miss Wen, who made his life unforgettable, she is the daughter of the servant of the Ministry of Officials, in terms of status and family background, one in the sky and one in the ground, not at all at the same level, but the fate is very wonderful, and it is hard to bring two people who have no boundaries together.

The two didn't talk for a few sentences, but they both felt that their eyes lit up, from the beginning, inheritance, turn, and joint chat of the poems to the thick, light, virtual, and real of the paintings, and then to the high, elegant, clumsy, and simple rhythms.

Later, Miss Wen learned about his life and circumstances, and felt great pity in her heart, and she loved him from pity, and after meeting him a few times, she made a private decision for life.

With the sponsorship of Miss Wen, Zhao Wenhua returned to Fuxue, his face slowly ruddy, and his studies became more and more sophisticated.

A year has passed, the two of them have frequent interactions and private lifelong matters were finally discovered by Master Wen, Miss Wen was grounded, and her father asked her to cut off contact with Zhao Wenhua, but Miss Wen is also a stubborn son who goes all the way to the black, and confronts her father face to face, and a serious conflict broke out between father and daughter, as a result, Miss Wen was kicked out of the house, and Master Wen also broke off the father-daughter relationship with her.

Miss Wen simply married Zhao Wenhua directly, and the two simply rented a thatched house to live together, relying on Miss Wen's small private money and selling jewelry.

The thatched hut was very shabby, except for a bed and a bed, the only furniture was a broken wooden table with a missing leg, and Zhao Wenhua moved two stones from nowhere and put cotton cushions to serve as chairs.

At night, Miss Wen picked up the lantern and watched him write stupidly, and her face was filled with a happy smile in the dim light.

Zhao Wenhua said that half a year was the fastest time in his life, Qiu Min looked at him and quietly found that the corners of his eyes were moist.

The house leak happened to be cloudy, Miss Wen's jewelry was slowly sold out, and the two gradually couldn't even maintain the days of gruel and pickles, Zhao Wenhua made up his mind to carry the sack, Miss Wen listened to the stern refusal, saying that the township test was imminent, and he couldn't miss the future no matter what.

Zhao Wenhua asked her what she would eat in the future, and Miss Wen smiled slightly and said that there were several young ladies who had admired her piano skills for a long time, but she thought they were not talented and refused to teach, hehe, but now they are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. Maybe if you go to them on the other hand, you will earn a few taels of tuition to supplement the family.

"No!" Zhao Wenhua hugged her shoulders with hot eyes, and roared: "Even if you don't want to be famous, I don't want you to look at other people's faces, don't say it!" I'll go to the dock tomorrow to carry the sack. ”

Syllable! Miss Wen slapped him with a round pricot eye, "It's not promising, it's nothing if I am wronged, the key is that you have to get ahead, if you talk about carrying a sack, I will go to the river immediately." ”……

Three days later, Miss Wen jumped into the house, slapped a handful of scattered silver on the table, wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and said: "Giggles, thank God, not everyone has fallen into the well, and after running for three days, only Miss Liu still misses the old one, recognizes me as a master, two taels of silver a month, and tightens our small life can barely be maintained."

Zhao Wenhua lowered his head in shame and secretly swore that if he turned over in the future, he would never let his wife suffer any more.

Hearing this, Qiu Min looked up to the sky and breathed a long sigh of relief, and two lines of tears slowly fell.

Two days later, Zhao Wenhua also took back a few taels of silver in a hurry, and told Miss Wen that these were all the money he earned by writing letterheads and selling paintings, and said that many people now like his calligraphy and paintings.

Miss Wen clutched the silver tightly in her hands, secretly happy for her husband in her heart.

But in the next few months, Miss Wen got less and less wages back, and there were often some small injuries on her forehead and hands.

A few days later, when Miss Wen was sent home by a woman wrapped in gauze, Zhao Wenhua couldn't hold back anymore and asked sharply: "To be honest, what are you doing?"

Miss Wen whimpered, threw herself on the head of the bed and sobbed ...... lowly.

After a long time, she raised her head and said, "Xianggong, I'm sorry, I lied to you, actually...... No one wanted to learn the piano with me, so I kept secretly helping out in the back kitchen of the docks. ”

Zhao Wenhua hugged her in the past, patted her on the back, and said, "Don't be like this, in fact, I already knew that you were helping the cook."

Miss Wen blinked wide-eyed, "How do you know?" ”

Zhao Wenhua shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Hehe, because I've been carrying sacks at the dock." ”……