It can be said that people all over the county are talking about Li Zhongan's arrival and are full of longing for it.
Even in a small and remote village like Jiangjiacun, the chat after dinner is now about the new county magistrate.
The days are approaching winter.
The weather in early winter is not too cold yet, but when I wake up every morning, the yellowing grass and fallen leaves on the roadside are already covered with a thick layer of frost.
Xun Yuanbai is leaving the Jiang family.
The reason was that he was worried about the pots of medicinal herbs taken care of by Master Huizhi at Deyin Temple and wanted to go back and take a look.
Next, at the winter solstice, the emperor will hold a sacrifice, and he, the heavenly master, must accompany him, so he must rush to the capital in time.
When Xun Yuanbai left, he held Song Jingyun reluctantly and sighed.
It's such a pity. This young man is so lucky. It would be great if he could go to the capital with him.
But this kind of thing is probably impossible to happen.
After all, Mrs. Jiang is here, and the young man will definitely not want to go anywhere.
After sighing for a long time, Xun Yuanbai didn't forget to ask Song Jingyun, "Little Master, do you have anything to say to me?"
After all, he is a very lucky young man. If he has something to say, he will definitely benefit from it for a long time.
"Well..." Song Jingyun thought for a while, "Master Xun, have a good trip."
Xun Yuanbai, "..."
This was really said in a very polite way.
But since Xiao Langjun has said it, then his journey will definitely be smooth, which can be regarded as a blessing to him.
"Is there anything else?" Xun Yuanbai asked unwillingly.
Song Jingyun thought for a while and said, "When you have free time in the future, will you come to your house often?"
"anything else?"
Song Jingyun thought seriously for a while again, "If Master Xun comes directly from the capital next time, can you bring back some snacks or snacks from the capital?"
"anything else?"
Song Jingyun looked at the bright light in Xun Yuanbai's eyes, wishing to dig out some treasure from him. A chill ran down his spine, and he just shrank his neck, "You can do it without it..."
Xun Yuanbai, "!!!"
It's probably because he doesn't deserve Xiaolangjun's blessing and guidance!
After sorting out his broken heart, Xun Yuanbai got into the car, taking with him a bunch of shortbread cakes that Liu asked him to take with him for the road.
The shortbread is filled with minced meat, which makes it charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It tastes best when it's steaming hot, but if it's cold, the charred skin on the outside will become crispier and crispier, making it chewier and more fragrant when eaten.
Xun Yuanbai stuffed a piece into his mouth.
That's right, after all, when making this shortbread, it was the little man who helped light the fire.
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After sending Xun Yuanbai away, the Jiang family returned to normal.
The workshops and porcelain kilns were as busy as ever.
The business of the bamboo weaving workshop and the porcelain kiln was good, and Jiang Michia's income increased. Seeing that there was more and more money in the small wooden box, Jiang Michia was already planning to buy some more land next year.
Jiang Michia is even thinking about whether to take advantage of the capital in hand to expand other businesses.
"Do you think we should save up to buy a farm, or should we look into doing something else?" Jiang Michia wanted to hear what Song Jingyun meant.
But after she asked, she paused for a long time and didn't hear Song Jingyun's response.
After Jiang Michia finished burying the silver in the wooden box, she looked back and saw Song Jingyun sitting by the bed, head lowered, contemplating.
The little son-in-law has something on his mind!
Jiang Michia suddenly felt worried.
Since arriving here, my son-in-law has always expressed any doubts in his mind. He has never been so distracted like this.
Speaking of which, since the last time someone was targeted at the porcelain kiln and something almost happened, the smile on the little son-in-law's face seems to be less than before.
Is it because the interstellar society he lives in is peaceful and peaceful, and there has never been any fighting, but when he came here and saw the darkness of the society, it was difficult to accept it for a while?
Jiang Michia thought for a while, sat next to Song Jingyun, reached out and patted him, "What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"
"Lady."
Song Jingyun came back to his senses, "I was thinking, should I go to school to study?"
My son-in-law wants to go to school?
Jiang Michia was a little surprised, "Why do you feel so suddenly?"
The fonts used here are ordinary traditional Chinese characters. Except for a few rare and difficult to read characters, Jiang Mixia can basically recognize them. Occasionally when he goes to the town, he will ask for advice from the old gentleman who writes letters in the bookstore, so Jiang Mixia I can basically recognize and write the words I see every day.
Jiang Mi Xia Hui basically taught Song Jingyun.
Song Jingyun can't be said to be very knowledgeable. At least in daily life, reading a book occasionally, writing letters and so on, there is no problem at all.
But my son-in-law is going to school now...
Jiang Michia felt a little surprised and wanted to know the reason.
"Do you have any ideas?" Jiang Michia added.
"I have asked Master Xun these days." Song Jingyun replied, "You can get fame by going to school. If you can pass the exam in the competition, you can become an official."
"You want to be an official?"
"Yes." Song Jingyun nodded, "Be an official, be a high official."
"In this case, you won't be afraid if you encounter something like the Chai family's next time."
As a husband-in-law, you have to protect your wife and your family.
But he didn't have much strength, couldn't beat others in a fight, and was very timid. If anything happened, he couldn't help but ask his wife for help.
As a husband-in-law, Song Jingyun's role was too small.
Although his luck seems to be better than others, and he often encounters some windfalls, but at first when the family life was tight, his role was a little bigger. Nowadays, the workshops and porcelain kilns are not only making money every day, but also making money every day. But it was also full of money. In addition, Jiang Michia also drew pictures for Qiu Ji to make money, which made it more and more obvious that his three melons and two jujubes were meaningless.
This made Song Jingyun very upset.
This is why he always goes to the workshop diligently to help on weekdays, just to help Jiang Mixia and show his role.
But this time what happened at the porcelain kiln shocked Song Jingyun.
That kind of panic, helplessness, and even not knowing what to do when you encounter others who want to bully the porcelain kiln, and the government officials are coming to capture his wife. You just want to protect Jiang Michia desperately, but you also know that you have no role The feeling of powerlessness with minimal effect is really uncomfortable.
So he went to ask Xun Yuanbai if there was any way that could help Jiang Michia, make her more relaxed, and protect her and her family enough.
Xun Yuanbai’s answer was the imperial examination.
To take part in the imperial examination, he had to study.
Go to school and study.
After listening to Song Jingyun's explanation, Jiang Michia was silent for a while.
I originally thought that my little husband-in-law was ignorant of worldly affairs, innocent and carefree, and lived a carefree life every day. I even thought that he might be like this in the future.
Unexpectedly, the little husband-in-law had a lot to think about.
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