Before the night watch, the literary meeting dispersed.
County Head Lin specifically instructed that he would send Fan Jin out of the city.
Although the city defense was the responsibility of South Sea, it was not to the extent of not giving the county lord face.
Wei Wenqing looked cheerful. When he sent Fan Jin off, he said,""The county examination will be held soon. With the promise of the county lord, it is inevitable that he will win. Even the county chief has a 70% chance of winning.”
Fan Jin bowed deeply and said,"I will never forget the kindness of the Duke of Wei."”
Wei Wenqing smiled." The so-called 'hit it off' is between a student and a young friend. Moreover, it's mostly because your own talent is outstanding. Otherwise, others won't be able to help much."”
Before Fan Jin left, Wei Wenqing smiled and said,""I heard that little friend is brewing fruit wine at home. When it's done, why don't you get someone to send a few jars over and charge according to the current price?”
Fan Jin smiled." How dare I accept your money? I reckon it's almost done. Just send someone to deliver it when the time comes."”
Wei Wenqing didn't mind. A few jars of fruit wine really didn't mean anything.
The news was also spread by the villagers on Fan Jin's side.
Fan Jin didn't hide the fact that he was brewing wine.
The people of the Wei Family Village all knew about the Wu Family Village nearby. They all treated it as a joke.
Wei Wenqian wanted the wine because he wanted to help Fan Jin.
This little friend Fan came from a poor family, but he treated people like a pine tree, which made people unconsciously feel sad.
In addition to his outstanding poetic talent, Wei Wenqian felt that Fan Jin was not an ordinary person, so he could be considered to have formed a good relationship with him in advance.
The Wei family had been in a difficult situation under the suppression of the Zhang family in the past few years, so Wei Wenqian had been paying attention to hidden talents and befriending them in advance to help them…
Of course, there was no such thing as appreciation and support for no reason in this world. It was just that Wei Wenqian's actions were not so obvious and utilitarian.
Otherwise, although the mansion by the river was unlucky, it wouldn't have been sold for 30 strings. It was worth 50 to 60 strings.
……
The Wang family gathered in the palace.
Hu Yingying kept looking around the grocery store.
Butcher Hu walked over with his bloody butcher knife.
Seeing his daughter like this, he scolded,"Are you looking at Fan Jin? You are not allowed to have any dealings with him, understand?”
Hu Yingying didn't dare to talk back, but there were tears in her eyes.
Of course, it was not because of his father's reprimand, but because he was a little sad that Fan Jin had never returned.
The white sugar was no longer made, and she was nowhere to be seen.
For Butcher Hu, this was just right.
His daughter would at least have to marry a master.
With such a good birth, why would she marry that poor boy Fan Jin?
That's not right. Fan Jin had earned a lot recently. Even Butcher Hu was jealous.
But to talk about marrying off his daughter, Fan Jin's current status was still far from Butcher Hu's expectations.
While the father and daughter were talking, a middle-aged man wearing a wavy hat and a straight green cloth rode a donkey straight to the meat stall.
Butcher Hu flashed out and cupped his fists."Dad Xia, this is rare.”
"I have been helping out in the yamen recently, counting the autumn harvest and assigning corvee.”
Father Xia was the chief of this Wang Family Town. He rode a donkey and ran back and forth between the town and the county.
He could also be considered a famous person in the local area.
Butcher Hu smiled apologetically." My corvee, and my son's corvee, I have to rely on Old Man Xia's help."”
"Even if you guys are the lowest grade, it's fine.”
President Xia usually ate a lot of meat for free, so of course, it was easy to get an exemption or reduction.
"I'm free today because of Fan Jin from the Fan manor.”
"Fan Jin?"
Butcher Hu suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
What did Fan Jin do to make President Xia feel his kindness?
"Fan Jin wrote a poem on behalf of the county's respected parents. The county didn't bother to check on us these few days. He specially went to the prefecture to invite an expert in paper-mounting and scroll making, and then asked the famous calligrapher in the prefecture to copy the poem and make it into a vertical scroll. We've been busy with this for the past few days, and we're much happier. It's not like a few days ago when the county lord kept a straight face and beat us up every day, beating our souls out of our wits…"
"Fan Jin wrote a poem for the county lord?”
"Isn't that right?" Chief Xia smiled." It's Fan Jin from our Fan Village. I've seen that kid before. He's been smart since he was young." Now that he had submitted to the master, the poem was said to be fast and good. It had spread throughout the county and was really famous in the South China Sea! It was said that when the princes of the prefecture mentioned Fan Jin's poems, they were full of praise!”
Butcher Hu was stunned for a long time, unable to recover.
Why was Fan Jin boiling sugar and writing poems in such a short time?
He even obtained the law of fate from the county lord?
The impact was too strong.
Butcher Hu felt that he had to slow down.
Chief Xia said excitedly," Brother Hu, I'm here to cut off a pig's head and hang a large intestine. I'll go to the Fan family to congratulate them later. I can't go empty-handed."”
At this moment, Hu Yingying raised her head and said with a pale face,""The Fan family has already moved. They are now living in the Wu family village outside the north gate of the county town.”
Fan Jin and his mother moved in a hurry and only asked someone to pass these words to Hu Yingying.
The young girl felt very strange.
She was happy for Fan Jin.
He felt lost.
It felt like she was getting further and further away from Brother Fan Jin...
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He then asked for a flower evaluation…
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