On March 20th, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanzhang, the list of candidates for scholars in Chunwei was sent to Kuanzhou. On the list, everyone saw that two students in Kuanzhou were awarded the same birth as Jinshi. Wu Jin and others were originally promising. People are not on the list.
The tabloids were well-informed and had already found out before Wu Jin returned to Kuanzhou.
It turned out that this spring, several students from Tunan Academy fell ill due to the cold. Wang Jinghua even had a high fever and did not even participate in the third game. Wu Jin, who was given high hopes, let others soil his examination paper.
pity.
On March 23, Wu Jin took the lead in returning to Kuanzhou.
He was carrying a bamboo box cage on his back, wearing the same colorful shirt as when he left, with a crane cloak hanging on his arm. His shoes were stained with mud, the hem of his clothes was dusty, and there were traces of sweat under his temples, as he walked back to Shishi Street.
When the neighbors saw him coming back, they were all shocked, and at the same time they felt a sense of schadenfreude - they were not jealous of the Wu family getting better and better, but they didn't want the Wu family to soar into the sky and become someone they couldn't see or touch. people.
Amidst the greetings, Wu Jin returned the greetings one by one. Wu's mother ran back from the bakery, snatched Wu Jin out of the crowd, and pushed him back home.
After closing the door, Wu's mother had suppressed all the sadness and disappointment in her heart and looked at her son happily: "It will be good to come back! It will be good to come back!"
"Auntie," Wu Jin lowered his head, "My son is sorry for you and daddy."
"No one knows what is right and what is wrong. The young master in Wang Zhizhou's family is still sick. It doesn't matter. We will take the exam next time. As long as we have real talent and study, we have nothing to fear!"
Wu's mother deliberately did not mention Chunwei so as not to make Wu Jin sad. She took the crane cloak from his hand and said, "Go and change your clothes first. I will boil water and make you a bowl of hot noodle soup, and then take a good bath in the evening."
Wu Jin unloaded the heavy suitcase on his shoulders, wiped his head and face with a handkerchief, washed his hands, and walked back into the room. He saw Wu Yi's clothes draped on the chair, with several pieces piled up like a nest, and two shoes. There was some disagreement and the family was separated.
He packed his clothes and shoes, changed into a clean pair of short brown clothes, and began to pack the luggage he had brought back.
He took out the books and other items from the bamboo box and put them on the table, and took out four candied fruits - one for Mo Lingfeng, one for Cheng Ting, one for Wu Yi, and one for his parents.
Taking out two packages, he went to the kitchen and put the candied fruits in the low cupboard: "Mom, don't let the second child eat them all. They are all popular fruits in Kyoto. You and dad should also try them."
Mother Wu picked the noodles into the soup bowl and said with a smile, "Okay, your father and I will eat together tonight."
She turned around to get the chopsticks and put the noodle bowl on the table. Just as she was about to let Wu Jin eat quickly, she saw Wu Jin took out a neat stack of banknotes and a bunch of copper coins: "Auntie, please give me two hundred Two, I spent fifty taels, you can keep the rest."
"Why are there so many left?" Wu Mu wiped her hands and took the banknote, "Keep the copper coins for yourself to spend. Isn't it said that living in Kyoto is particularly expensive? That Taoist temple... why... why didn't you spend it? How many?"
"I'm so kind, Taoist Master, but you will confiscate my money."
"Then...you have to eat. Everything is expensive in Kyoto..."
She looked at Wu Jin, her eyes red: "You kid, look how thin you are."
She was afraid that Wu Jin would see her tears, so she quickly rolled her eyes upwards, then turned her back and wiped her eyes: "It's so smoky."
Wu Jin just didn't see it, sat down and said with a smile: "When you go out, there is no one who doesn't lose weight."
Wu's mother held back her tears, held back her heartache, went back and put away the banknotes, and came back: "During the Chinese New Year, Mo Mansion sent us New Year's gifts, and there were too many. I didn't know what to do, so I kept them all. , you can make up your own mind later, whether you still go to Mo Mansion as an errand or not, we have to prepare gifts for others and return them."
Wu Jin nodded.
Wu's mother took a rag and wiped it around her son. Seeing that her son had finished eating, she quickly went to clean up the dishes.
Wu Jin stood up to help: "What did Mr. Cheng give you?"
"If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. What he sent was a basket of fireworks, the same ones that the second child let off, the ground mouse."
Speaking of Cheng Ting, she sighed and laughed: "I heard that Mr. Cheng put a hundred gophers in a basket and put them together. As a result, the house was burned down and his father was frightened."
"I'll go see him tomorrow." Wu Jin never expected Cheng Ting to be so capable of causing trouble, and he might have received a severe beating this time.
"Is everything okay at home?"
"It's all good," Wu's mother refused to let him help. "You sit down and have a good rest. It's your first time not to celebrate the New Year at home, so the house is quite deserted."
While cleaning up, she said: "The second child is a lot more sensible and not naughty. There was a locust plague last year, and everything was not peaceful. There were thieves in our house."
Wu Jin quickly asked: "Did anyone get hurt?"
Wu Mu shook her head: "No."
Wu Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter if the money is lost. Once the report is reported to the government and the government investigates, everything will be fine."
"Thanks to the fact that I hid the money well, the thief ran into your house without finding it and rummaged through the contents of the box everywhere."
Wu Jin made a movement with his hand, and the firewood fell to the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
Mother Wu never saw his gaffe and continued: "The thief is illiterate. When he saw the diary you wrote, he thought it was something valuable. He even hugged him. By chance, the second child woke up, so he grabbed it and went back. He grabbed it and called us loudly, which scared the thief away, but he tore many pages of the diary you wrote."
"Diary."
"It's still in the box, but it's all messed up. I haven't fixed the penis yet. I said I'd do it myself when you come back."
Wu Jin's heart skipped a beat, and his temples jumped as well. He hurriedly put down the firewood, walked to the house hand and foot, opened the box, and lowered his head to read the diary inside.
The diary was written in the 18th year of Yuanzhang, and it has been eight years now. Except for a few that have been burned, the rest are stored in this box. Most of the boxes have been stored. At this time, they are piled up in such a disorganized manner that it is difficult to start.
Wu Jin casually took one and looked at the handwriting and knew it was written by Yuan Zhang twenty years ago. He put it aside, then reached out to pick up another one and slowly put it away.
Year after year, he put them away quickly and urgently, one by one. However, there were too many and they piled up like a mountain. It would probably take several days to find out which one was missing.
He simply put the complete diary aside and pieced together the torn ones.
There were many pieces, so he put them together one by one, and one of them only had a day left - the first day of May in the 22nd year of Yuan Zhang.
He sat on the ground holding the fragments, mentally turning over the sea, trying to figure out what happened that day.
It has been nearly four years now. He thought carefully and remembered that this day was approaching the Dragon Boat Festival. It was the day when he, Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting met Shengqiang at the racecourse, and then painted a fan with sunflowers and pomegranates in Mo Mansion. One day.
Just because that day I mentioned to Wang Yunsheng the phrase "like a mountain of fire and a mountain of green clouds collapsing into blue clouds". After the massacre at Jeju Museum Station, he had dug out this diary and read it, so he remembered it.
There should be no confidential or important things written in the diary.
He breathed a sigh of relief and decided to reorganize these diaries. Everything related to Mo Mansion, no matter what was written, would be taken out and burned.
