Song Zhizhi devoted himself to the great cause of editing scripts, and Zhao Jin over there had returned to his study.

His sister was not at home, he was the only one, facing the bag of materials packed on the ground, Zhao Jin thought about it, opened the pocket, and picked out the ones that were more fancy, and he left the rest of the rice and white noodles.

The terrain of Zhaojia Village is not remote, it is also a big village, and there are naturally many people in it.

In addition to the surname Zhao, there are also other miscellaneous surnames.

Zhao Jin then covered up the night, holding rice noodles and came to a thatched house at the end of Zhaojia Village.

With the sound of a knock on the door, there was a sound in the room.

"Who?"

The voice was vicissitudes and weak.

"Mr. Min, it's me, Zhao Jin."

There was another movement in the house, followed by a squeak of the door, and the owner of the house appeared in front of Zhao Jin wearing a gray-brown robe, bent over his waist, and with a dark expression.

Mr. Min has gray hair, shabby clothes, and lives in a thatched house, and he looks like a down-and-out person, but he has a temperament that does not match his down-and-out dress.

Such an old man is reluctant to approach even the ignorant children in the village.

"Mr. Min, this is a little food, the student has been guided by Mr., and there is nothing to repay, so he can only do his best."

"Okay, what are you talking about so much, leave things behind, you can go."

Collecting things is so arrogant, if Song Zhizhi sees Mr. Min's style, he will definitely admire it.

Zhao Jin bowed down, and the afterglow swept over Mr. Min's sick face and rickety waist, and he didn't show a trace of worry or surprise.

Today, Mr. Min is already a good talker, if he is changed to before, I am afraid that he will scold him.

Mr. Min doesn't open his mouth to scold now, is it because he is too sick?

When Zhao Jin went back, he was in a heavy mood.

When he first met Mr. Min, it was on Chang'an Street, Mr. Min wore the Zhu Zi official uniform of a second-class officer, rode a high-headed horse, and was supported by many forbidden troops and marched to the imperial city.

He was ten years old.

Now, only a few years later, the person who once scolded Fang Xuan in Chang'an and pointed out the mountain has been reduced to such a small mountain village, with an old illness and no money to rely on, which can not be said to be down.

Although Zhao Jin is still in the office, he also knows some current affairs.

He knew what Mr. Min's crime in the Dajing Dynasty was now.

Therefore, I don't understand why Mr. Min made this choice.

The Dajing Dynasty was founded for 300 years, and it is not without turbulent moments in the middle, but there are very few people who have not been stained with blood but have been stirred up by the wind and rain of the Manchurian Dynasty in the case of Mr. Min.

But why would Mr. Min do something that he is not sure of?

Zhao Jin is not a reckless person, he pressed the puzzle in his heart, and when he stood higher, he might be able to solve his doubts.

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Zhao Jin's homework in the school hall has always been outstanding, and the master also takes a fancy to him as a talented man.

The talent of a young man cannot be hidden.

It's just that when Zhao Jin went to the school hall on this day, he was told by his master that the school hall would be closed for a period of time.

Many students like him are confused, why are they going to close the school?

Then they still can't read?

"Nonsense, why don't you study, don't you read without the master?"

The master reprimanded the person who questioned loudly with a straight face, "Don't ask anything else, when the school opens, I will naturally notify you, so go back." ”