At this time, there was already a boiling in Shihyeon's guard, and the guards and people gathered on both sides of the street to welcome their young man back.

The Qing Dynasty attaches great importance to the people who read not only in the court, but also in the hearts of every commoner, only by reading can there be a way out, only by reading can you become an official and make a fortune, and only by reading can you enjoy the welcome of the people.

Wu Yunlin was admitted to the lifting of people not only to earn a future for himself, but also brought a great surprise to Shi Xianwei, Shi Xianwei was established for decades Wu Yunlin is the first talent and the first lifter, more likely to be the first jinshi, everyone raised their eyebrows, and saw hope, they cheered from the heart.

The sound of gongs and drums was loud, more than 100 villagers beat gongs and drums to meet them, Wu Yunlin, who was running in front, couldn't help but restrain the horses, he saw Ah Fu and Xiaoyue at a glance, and immediately felt overjoyed, and hurriedly turned over and dismounted to meet them.

Looking at the more beautiful and moving Zhao Xiaoyue and the lovely Zhao Linglong and Wu Yunlin in front of him, Wu Yunlin actually lost his mind.

At this time, Wang Gui gave Wu Yunlin a punch in the shoulder, and actually beat Wu Yunlin to the wings, Wang Gui said triumphantly: "How about it, my strength is no worse than yours, I have a lot of experience in practicing big knives now, and we will compete again tomorrow!"

Lin Huai pushed him away, "Go!" Now who hears you to show off, it is not to meet you. ”

Wang Gui was choked by Lin Huai's words, and was speechless for a long time, Ah Fu stepped forward and smiled, at this moment, someone suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted: "Is that them?"

Everyone looked at the official road together, only to see two people on horseback on the official road in the distance, running to this side one after the other, running to the front, everyone cheered together, and the person in front was Wu Yunlin, who they had been waiting for for nearly an hour.

Shouted: "Gongs and drums are beating!"

Wu Yunlin returned to his heart like an arrow, and the master and servant only rested for an hour halfway, and they ran south from Tongren Mansion all the way back to Shixianwei.

Wu Yunlin's return made the entire Shixian Wei boil, the merchants didn't care about doing business, the housewives didn't care about cooking, and the children didn't want to go to school, so they ran to the door to welcome Wu Yunlin's arrival, and the narrow path in front of the door was crowded with thousands of people inside and out.

"Yunlin, congratulations to high school!"

"Young Master Yunlin, this time you really gave us Shi Xianwei a long face!"

The villagers desperately waved to Wu Yunlin, hoping that Wu Yunlin could see him and say hello to him.

The sound of artillery and muskets came and went, cheers and applause resounded through this mountain guard, this moment is not only the glory of Wu Yunlin, not only the glory of Shi Xianwei, but the glory of the entire Songtao Hall. Although it was winter, Wu Yunlin's back was soaked, his eyes were soaked, and his ears were filled with the shouts of countless people, so that he could no longer correspond, so he had to clasp his fists and smile and said: "Thank you, old folks, with everyone's support, Yunlin will definitely live up to expectations and will definitely go further."

At this time, the old lady Wu in front of the gate of the Wu Mansion rushed forward and hugged Wu Yunlin, and said excitedly: "Yunlin, I have long known that you will have today, you are the greatest hope of our Wu family." As he spoke, he burst into tears, and the middle-aged man next to him hugged Wu Shangzhi and said, "Dad, today is a big day, everyone is watching."

The old lady Wu, who came back to her senses, took Wu Yunlin's hand and said: This is what I wrote to you about your unsuccessful third uncle.

Wu Yunlin hurriedly saluted: My nephew met the third uncle

The third uncle Wu Shengwu said: There is no need to be polite, the family does not talk about these vain things.

Then he said to the door: Today I am happy in Wufu, the banquet is three days, and I invited the opera troupe to sing in the east of the village, and I hope that all the fathers and villagers will cheer up.

In the hall, there are people with heads and faces in the Songtao Hall, and everyone is sitting upright at this table on the far left of the lobby. The county magistrate and Mrs. Wu raised their chopsticks, everyone followed the chopsticks, his chopsticks were put down, and everyone's chopsticks were also put down. Occasionally, one or two people talked, but it was only a short two or three sentences. The drunken old lady noticed this situation and said, "Don't be so restrained, it's good for everyone to talk and laugh." Look at how lively their table is. Our table is quiet and quiet. It's all your own family, don't be restrained. He lifted up his glass, drank the rest of the wine, and said, "You see, I am so glad tonight!" He said to the third uncle Wu Shengwu with a smile again. You are young, and it doesn't matter if you're happy to eat more today. He instructed the maids around him to come, "You should pour more wine for your aunt's wife, lord, and wife!" The old lady's unusual joy brought a little life to this table, and most of the guards were uneducated rough people, and when they heard the old lady's words, everyone started to punch one after another, gulping wine, and moving their chopsticks diligently.

"Drink, drink, drink", the room was filled with the sound of wine and fists, and the sound was higher and higher, racing the noise of the vegetable market.

Wu Yunlin, who got up early in the morning of the second day, met the third uncle and a teenager practicing martial arts, and was full of curiosity about the third uncle Wu Yunlin, who went out at a young age, and couldn't help but slow down a little when he looked at the criss-crossed scars on the third uncle's hands.

"People who practice martial arts, how can you be distracted, if you go to the battlefield, it will kill you," the third uncle said lightly

Looking at the young man who was concentrating on practicing martial arts throughout the whole process, Wu Yunlin couldn't help but blush, and then took the opportunity to ask the third uncle about the origin of the scar on his back.

The land of each military household is limited, a few children in a generation, passed down from generation to generation, and the field is simply not enough, so in the military household of the guard, in addition to the eldest son who can inherit the identity of the military household, the second son often has to fend for himself, but the hereditary thousand households of the Wu family can think of a way to make up for the position of a military household or something, but his uncle and his father have practiced a good martial arts since they were children, and they are unwilling to live a peaceful life in the guard, so they originally made an appointment to go out together, but before leaving, the third uncle did run away alone, caused his father to miss the great opportunity to leave, the third uncle went out at the age of fifteen with a knife and a horse, and returned to Shixian Wei three months ago, everyone didn't know what Wu Shengwu had encountered outside, only that when he came back, he was penniless, followed by a taciturn teenager and already had old injuries.

The third uncle's knife is no longer the knife commonly used by Wei, but one is backed with gold, the black skin and gold badge are very dull, and the blade is also very old, and the other knife is not so delicate, not even a scabbard, the blade is covered with a bag, more than four feet long, thick back and square head, the wooden handle is wound with strips of cloth, and there are some black and purple stains on the strips of cloth, which looks like years of blood stains.

Wu Shengwu glanced at Wu Yunlin and said indifferently: "The black scabbard is a Japanese knife, which is worn by the generals over there, and the other is the Yao knife, which is the Tusi guards over there in Yunnan." And I have nothing to say about this scar, and I looked at the young man and said: This kid is called Zhao Kuo, and he will follow you to protect you in the future, and he has learned seven or eight percent of my skills.