"Xianggong Fan, go back quickly. Congratulations on your success. The people who announced the good news are packed into the room!"
Fan Jing shook his head as the voice echoed in his ears.
He raised his hand to wipe his dry eyes, and when he lowered his head, he realized that he was holding a skinny old hen in his arms.
Fan Jing tensed up subconsciously.
I just felt like I was holding a handful of dry firewood in my arms, which was not very comfortable.
Looking closer, I saw that the old hen's eyes were not clear, but rather a bit weathered.
Even the cooing sounds were particularly low, like the unwilling whispers of hungry people on the road fleeing from famine.
Its feathers were gray in color without any luster, and its big eyes held a look of relief.
Fan Jing looked around, feeling as if he was struck by lightning.
"What is this place?"
If he guessed correctly, he should be in the ancient market at the moment.
People were coming and going all around, including traders and foot soldiers, and shouts and hawking sounds came and went.
What's going on?
Fan Jing held his head in his hands, his hangover head stinging, making him cry out in pain.
Immediately afterwards, scenes of memories were forcefully inserted into his mind and stirred rapidly.
Playing frame by frame like a movie, Fan Jing watched the memory of the original owner like a fleeting glance.
Fan Jing swallowed hard.
I, a real estate businessman in a certain province or city in the 21st century, stood on the wind and took off, but was ruthlessly thrown down after the wind passed.
He never expected that a hangover would allow him to travel back in time to an old scholar from the Ming Dynasty, named Fan, and enter by the same name!
Wait, Fan Jin?
Fan Jing looked horrified!
Quickly walking to the edge of the ditch, his eyes widened, staring straight at the reflection of his figure inside.
I saw that the man had a sallow complexion, a gray beard, a broken felt hat on his head, and a straight linen patch on his body. His appearance was haggard, and his eyes were cloudy...
While he was dazed for a moment, the owner with a somewhat familiar voice came running over quickly.
The man reached out and tried to snatch away the old hen that was cooing in his arms.
Fan Jing subconsciously turned aside and said angrily: "Why are you taking my chicken? You don't want to buy it."
As soon as the words came out, he recognized the person.
It was Wang Ergou, the famous second-rate son in the village.
However, completely different from the original owner's memory of Wang Ergou as a bossy and arrogant gangster, this person was actually extremely humble when facing him.
It was like meeting a natural enemy and nemesis, crawling at the feet of a lion like a pug, wagging its tail and begging for mercy!
Wang Ergou bowed his body humbly and shouted with indescribable excitement: "Xiangong Fan, you have won the exam, please send the report to your family."
With that look, it was as if he was the one who won the prize!
Fan Jing calmed down and gradually adapted to his identity.
Fan Jing thought for a while, and once he came, he would make peace with it.
From now on, I will be Fan Jin.
Fan Jin rolled up his sleeves slowly, his eyes flashing slightly, and he had already adapted to his new identity and joked, "How come Brother Ergou has become so kind?"
"If I remember correctly, brothers Ergou were rumored in the countryside last month that I, Fan Jin, was a toad who wanted to eat swan meat, right?"
This is beating in disguise.
Wang Ergou's expression changed.
Immediately he gritted his teeth, as if his whole body was weak, and slowly knelt down dejectedly, kowtowing to Fan Jin like a fool.
"Please, Mr. Fan, please be kind and spare this villain!"
"It's the villain who has no eyesight and doesn't know Mount Tai..."
"You just treat the villain like a fart and let it go!"
After slamming his knees down, Wang Ergou slapped his mouth crazily, until his cheeks were red and swollen, and blood froth dripped down the corners of his mouth.
The surrounding people slowly gathered around and pointed around the two people. .
Fan Jing's expression changed slightly.
He pretended to help Wang Ergou up, and the stern look in his eyes disappeared instantly.
Fan Jin pulled Wang Ergou's sleeve and said enthusiastically, "What's wrong with Brother Ergou?"
"You kindly informed me of such great news, and Jin was overjoyed. It's too late to be grateful, so how can I blame you?"
"Get up quickly, don't let the neighbors misunderstand..."
Fan Jing doesn't want to get the bad reputation of being rampant as soon as he becomes powerful!
With his current status, he could only control Liu Ergou with his hands, so why should he let such people damage his reputation in full view of the public?
The scholars of tomorrow will be very different from the scholars of today!
Wang Ergou was so frightened by his repeated beatings that he staggered and felt uneasy in his heart.
The people watching in the market heard that Fan Jin had just won the imperial examination, and they did not dare to watch the excitement anymore. They said a few festive words and then dispersed in twos and threes.
Are they allowed to see the jokes that raise people?
"Lead the way!" Fan Jin looked calm.
As he spoke, he handed the hen over, his hands behind his back, with an incomprehensible look on his face.
Hearing this, Liu Ergou jumped up like a carp and quickly took over the skinny old hen.
Everything is done as told.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at the entrance of Baimiao Village.
From a distance, you can hear the village being as lively as the New Year, with the beating of gongs and drums, the sound of people, and the crackling of firecrackers.
Occasionally mixed with the loud talk of the villagers.
Determined to integrate into this ancient society and integrate into the interpersonal relationships of the original owner, Fan Jin immediately took the initiative to step forward.
Seeing Fan Jin approaching, the villagers who had been blocking the road immediately made way spontaneously.
The faces of young and old were filled with smiles from the bottom of their hearts, and all of them congratulated him.
Face after face came into view, all with flattering expressions.
After exchanging a few words, the two of them walked to the door of their house.
Fan Jin paused, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the newspaper poster that had been stretched out in the middle of the yard.
I saw that the good news read: "Good news that your master Fan Tao has entered the high school and ranked seventh in the Guangdong Provincial Examination. The Beijing News has won the first prize!"
Fan Jin was speechless.
Of course he knows that the so-called Asian yuan usually refers to the second place.
The reporter here calls him Yayuan, which is a flattering title.
The reporter was about to step forward to say some auspicious words when he saw an old woman coming out of the back room and dragging Fan Jin aside.
Fan Jin knew in his heart that this was the biological mother of the original owner.
Fan's mother spoke to him in a low voice: "My son, the good news has come, and the neighbors all brought some chickens, eggs, wine, and rice to celebrate."
"It's just that there is still a problem right now..."
Before Fan's mother could finish speaking, Fan Jin raised his hand to stop and said slowly, "I have my own idea of how much money I can give to the reporters to announce the good news!"
In the years since the original owner entered school, his family has been destitute.
This morning, there was no food available, and the whole family was hungry.
Otherwise, Fan's mother would not be so cruel as to order the family's only remaining egg-laying hen to be sold at the market, so that she could get money to buy a few liters of rice to cook porridge.
Fan's mother stopped talking.
If the chickens can’t be sold, where will the money come from?
Is it possible that money will fall from the sky?
Seeing the explanation, Fan Jing pointed to the big man with big arms and round waist from a distance and said: "No, the money to announce the good news came running on its own!"
After ten years of being cold and no one asked, he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop.
Winning the exam today means that Fan Jin will never be short of money again in his life.
A beautiful wife, beautiful concubines, good land and a big house, everything is at your fingertips.
The person who came was none other than Butcher Hu, Fan Jin's cheap father-in-law.
Butcher Hu carried seven or eight kilograms of the finest pork belly in his left hand and four to five thousand cash in his right hand. He came to congratulate him with excitement on his face.
When he met Fan Jin, Butcher Hu changed his arrogance and domineering attitude and turned his eyebrows down.
I took a peek at my cheap son-in-law and felt that his appearance was still the same, but it was difficult to associate it with the deer-headed and rat-like eyes. There was a special majesty in the Yintang.
"My dear son-in-law, I heard that you passed the national examination and I am here to congratulate you on your high school graduation!"
With that said, he handed over the four to five thousand dollars and the heavy pork belly in his hand.
