Changhuaizhou.
When Yang Yongxian rushed to Changhuaizhou to find an inn to stay, dragging his big and small bags, he was dumbfounded.
The rural examination center is located in Gongyuan, and all the inns and restaurants on the street in Gongyuan are full.
Eighty percent of them are candidates who come to take the provincial examination and their family members who accompany them.
Yang Yongxian remembered the first time he came back to take the provincial examination many years ago. At that time, because he came together with his classmates, someone helped reserve a room in advance. This time he came to take the examination alone. He thought of everything, except Accommodation was not considered.
Dragging his luggage and bundles, Yang Yongxian stood blankly on the street. Yang Yongxian was tired and hungry. Years of pampering had made him exhausted. He wanted to throw all his luggage onto the road in the middle of the street!
There will be an exam the day after tomorrow. Other candidates have already settled down and are rushing to make the last sprint before the exam, but I don't even have a place to stay.
This sign is really unlucky!
It really didn't work, and he couldn't go back like this, so Yang Yongxian gritted his teeth and dragged his things to a street farther away to inquire.
Just live as far away as possible. The worst thing you can do is get up an hour earlier than others on the morning of the exam.
"Master, please stay!"
Someone shouted from behind.
Yang Yongxian kept his head down and continued on his way. He had no acquaintances in the provincial capital, so he definitely wasn't calling him.
"Young Master in front, please stay."
The previous voice got closer, and then, a figure ran to Yang Yongxian's side.
Yang Yongxian stopped and looked at the unfamiliar man in front of him.
Compared with Yang Yongxian, who is tall, thin and upright, the man in front of him is as short as a dwarf, but his appearance reveals shrewdness.
The clothes he was wearing... were no worse than the 70% new clothes Yang Yongxian was wearing.
He is probably in his early forties and speaks with an accent from Changhuaizhou.
"Why is uncle calling me?" Yang Yongxian asked, with a hint of wariness in his eyes.
Seeing the wariness in Yang Yongxian's eyes, the middle-aged man just smiled and said, "Master, don't panic. My surname is Song. My family lives in the alley behind Gongyuan. My neighbors call me Lao Song."
Yang Yongxian looked at the man in front of him who called himself 'Lao Song' and said nothing, waiting for the other person's next words.
"Looking at the way the young master is dressed, he must be a student here to take the exam, right?" Lao Song asked again.
Yang Yongxian straightened his back: "Exactly."
The old Song Dynasty Yang Yongxian gave a thumbs up: "Young Master is a noble person, and his manners and conversation are also good. He will definitely be able to reach high school in one fell swoop and soar into the sky!"
Yang Yongxian liked hearing these words, and the guarded look in his eyes faded a bit, "Thank you Uncle Song for your kind words. What does Uncle Song want to see me for?"
Old Song's eyes fell on the luggage in Yang Yongxian's hand, and he said with enthusiasm: "I want to ask the young master if he has found a place to stay?"
Yang Yongxian shook his head: "The restaurant and inn are full, and we are preparing to look for them on other streets."
Lao Song said: "It is probably difficult to find the street over there. Even if there is one, it is probably a left-over Datongpu or a small inn in the corner. It is too far away from the Gongyuan and the environment is noisy, which is not conducive for the young master to rest and warm up." Books!”
Regarding this, Yang Yongxian naturally thought of it, but so what, it is better than nothing!
"If you, Master, can trust me, Old Song, you can stay at my house for a while."
"What? Your home? Isn't this inconvenient!" Yang Yongxian asked in surprise.
Lao Song smiled: "To be honest, my family has been blessed by our ancestors. Other families don't have much property. The house only has a few small yards."
"My family has a small population and cannot live in so many courtyards, so I packed up a few units and planned to rent them out to merchants. It happened that one of the courtyards was currently unoccupied, and it was time for the Encore examination to be held in Gongyuan, so I made a plan with my mother-in-law. We plan to free it up and rent it out to students who come to take exams.”
"Although it's not as luxurious as the Tianzihao guest rooms in big restaurants and inns, my mother-in-law loves to be clean, so she has tidied up the yard properly. The environment is tranquil in the midst of the hustle and bustle."
"In addition, it is right behind Gongyuan. During the period when candidates go to rush for the exam and wait for the results to be released after the exam, it is convenient and fast to go to and from Gongyuan, and the price is reasonable."
"If you are interested, Young Master, you can go and have a look with me, Old Song. If you are satisfied, you can stay. If it doesn't suit Young Master's wishes, I won't force you, Old Song. I wonder what Young Master wants?"
Yang Yongxian thought for a moment and felt it was feasible, so he nodded.
Lao Song was a smart man and immediately came up to help Yang Yongxian get his things.
Although he was short and only reached Yang Yongxian's heart, his thick and strong arms were obviously used to doing hard work.
Those boxes that tortured Yang Yongxian to death were as if they had no weight in Lao Song's hands.
Old Song stretched out his hands, carrying the luggage and leading the way, walking with a windy pace.
"Master, please come this way."
"good!"
Yang Yongxian followed Lao Song into an alley behind the Gongyuan, carrying a bundle.
When he arrived at his residence, Yang Yongxian found that Lao Song was really not lying. There was a small courtyard with an elegant environment, with wing rooms on three sides, flowers and plants planted in the middle, and a shared well.
"The other rooms are occupied by people, all candidates. There is also a wing to the west. I will take the young master to have a look."
Lao Song lowered his voice and introduced Yang Yongxian.
Yang Yongxian nodded. He was very satisfied with the courtyard, and when he passed by a wing next to it, he heard the sound of reading in it.
Not bad, that’s the atmosphere I want.
After looking around and discussing the price, Yang Yongxian paid one month's rent in advance and settled here.
Changping Village.
It rained for more than ten days in a row.
During the autumn rain and the cold, adults and children all put on jackets. People like Cao Bamei, Liao Meiying, Zhao Liuer, Xiaohua and others put on colorful octagonal landowner hats for their little babies who could not yet walk.
No, the autumn rain has finally stopped, the sky has cleared up, and the yard of Yang Huazhong's house is lively.
Liao Meiying, Zhao Liuer, and Cao Bamei all came to play with their children, and their arrogant little landowner hats were the highlight.
Elders such as Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun were also there, making household chores and amusing the children. The yard was filled with laughter and laughter.
"Mei Ying, Yongxian hasn't come back with any messages these days, has he?" Sun asked with concern.
Liao Meiying's son is about the same size as Cao Bamei's son. They are both nearly nine months old and can eat soft snacks.
So while Liao Meiying cut the snacks into small pieces and fed them into the child's little mouth to let him taste the sweetness, she smiled and shook her head to Mrs. Sun: "I didn't send a message back. Maybe I was busy with the exam and didn't have time to send it." Believe it or not, he said before when he was at home that he entered that dormitory during the exam and stayed there for many days, eating, drinking and having sex."
Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly, "I came here from Da'an in the same way at the beginning. I said there were no doors or windows. I didn't think it was that bad at first, but over time some students with weak bodies couldn't bear it and fainted. have."
The speaker has no intention but the listener has the intention. Liao Meiying's eyebrows frowned slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in her heart.
