On March 20, the 26th year of the Yuan Zhang, the list of scholars in the spring has been sent to Kuanzhou, and everyone on this list saw that there were two students in Kuanzhou who were born with Jinshi, and Wu Jin and others, who were optimistic, were not on the list.

is still well-informed, and Wu Jin has already inquired about it before he returned to Kuanzhou.

It turned out that in this spring, several students of Tunan Academy fell ill because it was too cold, Wang Jinghua even had a high fever, and he did not even participate in the third session.

Pity.

On March 23, Wu Jin took the lead in returning to Kuanzhou.

He carried a bamboo cage on his back, wore the shirt he wore when he went, a crane in the crook of his arm, his shoes were stained with mud, the hem of his clothes was dusty, and there were traces of sweat under his temples, and he walked back to Shishi Street.

When the neighbors saw him come back, they were all shocked, and at the same time they had a sense of schadenfreude - they didn't want the Wu family to get better and better, but they didn't want the Wu family to soar into the sky and become a person they couldn't see or touch.

In the midst of the crowd of greetings, Wu Jin returned the salute one by one, and Wu's mother rushed back from the cake shop, snatched Wu Jin out of the crowd, and pushed him home.

Closing the door, Wu's mother had already suppressed her sadness and disappointment, and looked at her son happily: "It's good to come back!" It's good to be back! ”

"Auntie," Wu Jin lowered her head, "my son can't stand you and Daddy." ”

"What's right, what's right, what's right, no one knows, the young master in Wang Zhizhou's family is still sick, it doesn't matter, next time we take the exam again, as long as we have real talent and real learning, we won't be afraid of anything!"

Wu's mother deliberately didn't mention the matter of Chunqiu, so as not to make Wu Jin sad, and took the crane from his hand: "Go change your clothes first, I'll go boil water, cook you a bowl of hot noodle soup, and take a good bath at night." ”

Wu Jin took off the heavy cage on his shoulders, first wiped his head and face with a handkerchief, washed his hands, and walked back to the house.

He packed up his clothes and shoes, changed into a clean short brown, and began to pack the luggage he had brought back.

took out the books and other things in the bamboo cage and put them on the table, and took out four candied fruits - one for Mo Leaf, one for Cheng Ting, one for Wu Yi, and one for his parents.

took out two packets, went to the kitchen, and put the candied fruit in the low cupboard: "Auntie, don't eat it all for the second child, they are all fashionable fruits in Kyoto, you and your father can also taste them." ”

Wu's mother put the noodles into the soup bowl and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll eat with your father at night." ”

She turned around to get the chopsticks, put the noodle bowl on the table, and was just about to ask Wu Jin to eat quickly, when she saw Wu Jin take out a neat stack of silver tickets and a string of copper coins: "A-Niang, you give me two hundred taels, I spent fifty taels, and you keep the rest." ”

"Why are there so many left?" Mother Wu wiped her hands and took the silver ticket, "You keep the copper coins for yourself, don't you say that living in Kyoto is especially expensive, that Taoist temple...... How did you...... Why didn't it cost much? ”

"Good Dao chief, confiscate my silver."

"Eat that...... You don't have to eat, everything is expensive in that place in Kyoto......"

She looked at Wu Jin, and her eyes were red: "You kid, look at your thinness." ”

She was afraid that Wu Jin would see the tears, so she quickly turned her eyes up, turned her back and wiped her eyes: "It's smoky." ”

Wu Jin only didn't see it, sat down, and said with a smile: "When you go out, how can you not be thin." ”

Mother Wu collected her tears, held back her heartache, went back to put the silver ticket, and walked back: "During the New Year, Mofu sent New Year's gifts, and there were too many, I don't know what to do, I put them all away, and you look at it yourself, whether you go to Mofu on an errand or not, we have to prepare gifts for others." ”

Wu Jin nodded.

Wu's mother took a rag and wiped it around her son, and when she saw that her son finished eating, she hurriedly went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Wu Jin got up to help: "What did Cheng Sanye give?" ”

"If you don't say that I forgot, he sent a basket of fireworks, the one that the second child let go, the ground mouse."

Speaking of Cheng Ting, she sighed and laughed: "I heard that Cheng Sanye put more than 100 ground mice in the basket together, but he burned the house and scared his father." ”

"I'll see him tomorrow." Wu Jin never expected Cheng Ting to be so troublesome, and this time I am afraid that he will be beaten badly.

"How are you doing at home?"

"It's all good," Wu's mother didn't let him help, "You sit, take a good rest, the first time you are not at home for the New Year, the family is a lot colder." ”

While cleaning up, she said: "The second child is a lot more sensible, not naughty, last year's locust plague was noisy, everywhere was not peaceful, and our family was a thief." ”

Wu Jin hurriedly asked, "Did you hurt anyone?" ”

Wu Mu shook her head: "No." ”

Wu Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter if you lose your money, wait for the report to go to the government, let the government investigate, and the person will be fine." ”

"Thanks to the money I hid well, the thief did not find it, so he ran into your house and rummaged through the contents of the chest."

Wu Jin made a movement in his hand, and the firewood in his hand fell to the ground, and he hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

Mother Wu never saw his gaffe, and continued: "The thief is illiterate, and when I saw the diary you wrote, I thought it was something valuable, and I even hugged it, and the second child woke up by coincidence, grabbed it and grabbed it back, and shouted at us, scaring the thief away, but the diary you wrote made him tear many sheets." ”

"Diary."

"It's still in the box, it's all messed up, and the second child hasn't been tidy, saying that he will get it himself when you come back."

Wu Jin's heart jumped, and her temples on both sides also jumped, hurriedly put down the firewood, walked to the house with hands and feet, opened the box, and looked down at the diary inside.

The diary was written from the eighteenth year of the Yuan Chapter, and it has been eight years now, except for a few burned, the others are stored in this box, and most of the boxes have been stored.

Wu Jin took one casually, looked at the handwriting and knew that it was written by Yuan Zhang twenty years ago, put it on the side, and then reached out to take one and slowly put it away.

Year after year, he put it fast and urgently, one by one, but there are too many of them, piled up, if you want to find out which one is missing, I'm afraid it will take a few days of effort.

He simply put the good journal aside and pieced together the torn ones.

There were a lot of pieces, and he put them together one by one, and one of them only had one day left - the first day of May in the twenty-second year of Yuanzhang.

He sat on the ground with the fragment in his hand, and searched in his heart, trying to find out what had happened that day.

Today, it has been nearly four years, he thought about it carefully, and remembered that this day was close to the Dragon Boat Festival, which was the day when he, Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting met Shengqiang in the racecourse, and then painted a fan in Mofu.

Just because he mentioned the sentence "like a fire grenade and a mountain collapse" to Wang Yunsheng that day, after the Jeju Guanyi tragedy, he had turned out this diary and read it, so he remembered it.

In the diary, it should be that there is no important matter of confidentiality.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and was determined to reorganize these journals once, and take out everything that involved Mofu, no matter what was written, and burn it.