If the content of this letter is true, Chen Jingrong should have gone to work as a coolie in a mine about a year after he ran away from home.

Zhang Xu reviewed the information he had just obtained with "Zhifu":

As a child of a literati family in the middle of the road, although he has also studied hard since he was a child, but now the imperial examination of Dali has undergone more than 2,000 years of changes, and it has long been difficult to say goodbye.

You can't get it with a little ink in your stomach.

There are intricate relationships behind it, and ordinary people have no access to the door, so it is difficult to enter it.

Chen Jingrong participated in the autumn festival for six years before marrying his wife.

After his wife Wu Yi gave birth to Chen Xiaozhen, she changed to an exam every two years, or even an exam every three years, and so on six more times, until Chen Xiaozhen was twenty-eight years old, and she never failed.

Since he was sensible, what he was doing was studying, but he never thought that now that his daughters have grown up, he still hasn't even passed the township test.

The enlightenment he received since he was a child made Chen Jingrong refuse to listen to the advice of his wife Wu Yi, and always believed in his heart that what his deceased parents said, "Everything is inferior, only reading is high".

He tried and failed repeatedly, coupled with the fact that he had no money to support his life, and barely made ends meet with only a little copper plate obtained by Wu Yi's embroidery work, Chen Jingrong couldn't help but be exhausted and fell seriously ill.

The doctor who came to see him stroked his beard, took a pulse, and prescribed a medicine that was not painful or itchy, and actually cured his undesirable heart disease.

It's not that the doctor is rejuvenating, it's just that this medicine needs to be introduced with wine.

Chen Jingrong felt that this mellow and fragrant thing was very good, and it was a thousand times better than the black and sour soup that could only be boiled out in half a day!

Since then, he has been a heavy drinker, and in the daily drunkenness, he has found a real sense of life.

As a man who has a family, Chen Jingrong naturally made a big mistake in his life;

However, the imperial examination system, which fuels the flames and brews tragedy behind the scenes, is also inseparable.

The young man was silently turning his mind, but he heard a little movement from Le Xun's side.

"Click-"

The girl stood in front of the dresser, picked up the dusty wooden box next to the bronze mirror, moved her fingers slightly, and used the qi machine to sweep away the dust, and then slowly opened it.

There is a soft cloth with a slender seal, and at first glance it is a box for storing jewelry.

Xiao Nizi didn't say anything, silently took the wooden box, and gently put the hosta into the indentation in the wooden box in front of Zhang Xu.

Impartiality, no more, no less.

Before Chen Jingrong died, the thing he was facing was the table covered with a bronze mirror.

In addition to the bronze mirror, the only thing left on the table was this ordinary wooden box.

Senior sister's mind is so delicate.

Most of this person's last wish is to put the hosta back in the box.

Although the wooden box is old, for Chen Jingrong, it is the home of the hosta.

Like his home, it was not a mine, not a liquor store—it was still a fenced, dilapidated hut in the second household at the entrance of the village.

"Whew-"

A gust of winter wind swept in through the window, making the robes of the young man and the girl hunt, and blowing the letter overturned.

Zhang Xu flipped over the letterhead, only to see that there were nine crooked words on the back:

Ah Yi, Xiao Zhen, forgive me, can you?

"Woo woo woo ......"

The young man bowed his head to Le Xun and praised his careful actions, and then silently listened to the "Phonograph Shadow Talisman" on the side of Ning Tongcheng, and heard the sound of Chen Xiaozhen crying like rain.

Well, I probably don't have to throw Chen Jingrong's figurines out.

……

"Tuk-tuk."

After a few knocks on the door, Zhang Xu stretched out his voice, said "bother", and used a gas machine to infiltrate through the crack in the door, pull the door latch, and then push the door open.

There are more furniture in the room than in Chen Xiaozhen's house, such as wooden beds, tables of eight immortals, Taishi chairs, stools and so on.

A middle-aged woman was paralyzed on the wooden bed, and on the stool next to the bed sat a young woman with her back to the three of them, as if serving the woman on the bed.

If it weren't for the fact that they were both motionless and their clothes covered in dust, it would have been a normal and warm picture.

"Poor Dao is a Taoist priest who came here to get rid of rust and children, and was entrusted by his friend Chen Ah Cong to visit the Chen family's aunt and sister."

The young man did not enter the door at will, but first raised his breath and spoke, his voice was loud.

No one responded, and there was no movement from the two women, as if they were unable to move due to rust.

Zhang Xu slowly exhaled a breath and stepped in with Le Xun.

Jing Zhidao didn't know Chen Acong, so it was naturally inconvenient to enter, so he had to stand in the courtyard and wait for the two seniors.

In the information given by the teenager's "Knowing Blessing and Fit" supernatural powers, both are seriously ill with rusty disease, but they are still alive.

"Offended."

Zhang Xu confessed, reached out and touched the young woman's forearm, intending to try to communicate between this woman and Chen Acong on the other side of the "phonograph".

Although she may no longer be able to speak, she can use her own qi as a communication link to connect the two, but she can give it a try.

The woman's left forearm is still elastic, but it is no different from a living person.

Just as the young man had just pointed out a trace of qi, the young woman suddenly shook her right hand quickly, clamping the index finger that the young man pointed on her left arm!

A small piece of rusty iron suddenly sprouted from Zhang Xu's finger!