I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 44 The Secret Conspiracy
Unlike the second son of Zhan, who was wearing a thin jacket, the young man standing under the tree was dressed in a azure blue straight jacket and a gold silk brocade crane cloak, so he couldn't feel the chill of late autumn at all.

"Ten days have passed, what do you have to say!" The questioning sounded, Zhu Kun raised his chin and looked at Zhan's second child with disdain.

"Eldest young master, the village and the clan are all protecting that dead girl. The next day, Master Lin came to see the village leader and the patriarch in person." Second Zhan explained with a smile.

If it weren't for this, just relying on the mother to wipe her neck with a kitchen knife, and a charge of disobedience and unfilial piety was suppressed, then the dead girl would not be able to go to the private school again.

Zhu Kun's face turned cold, and he kicked over with anger, "It's so easy to get 50 taels of silver when you treat me like me!"

Liu Wangcai had already folded in, and Zhu Kun was also scolded by the landlord Zhu. If it wasn't for his father-in-law who was the master clerk of Zhao, I'm afraid it wasn't as simple as scolding.

Zhu Kun couldn't swallow this bad breath, but he didn't dare to do anything under Zhu's nose. He didn't expect that Zhan's second child would take the initiative to join him. Even if something happened in the future, it would be the hands of Zhan's family. Go out 50 taels of silver.

But the money was spent, and things were not done well. An ant that could have been killed by hand still hopped to the private school every day. Zhu Kun's anger can be imagined.

"Eldest young master calm down, I have already thought of a way to completely solve that dead girl." Second Zhan still licked his face and smiled, took two steps forward and flattered: "Eldest young master still remember Baofeng Buzhuang? "

The Zhu family is a wealthy squire, and there are several shops in the county, but the foundation is shallow. The Zeng family of Baofeng Buzhuang is an old-fashioned merchant in Shangsi County. For generations, they have been in the cloth business. for too.

"What about the Zeng family? A lame beggar has run away right under his nose." Zhu Kun snorted disdainfully.

The Zeng family has always been domineering, and Zhu Kun is also a slut. Earlier, the two fought for a red card in a brothel. In the end, the shopkeeper Zeng held the beauty away, and Zhu Kun, who was beaten, was also held by the landlord Zhu. I went to Zeng's house to apologize and lost a carload of generous gifts.

This time something happened to the Zeng family, and Zhu Kun felt that the grievances that had been accumulated in his chest for many years finally came out. Unfortunately, the carriage rolled over but did not drop the child in Mrs. Zeng's belly. Otherwise, the surnamed Zeng would have died.

Hearing that Zhu Kun mentioned the lame beggar, the second son of Zhan dodged a little uneasy, and quickly changed the subject.

"The eldest young master doesn't know that the Zeng family even beat the driver Wang Ming out of the Zeng family with fifty slaps. Wang Ming is still paralyzed on the bed, he is just a blind old lady and a young girl... …”

After listening to Zhan's second son, Zhu Kun laughed and took out a bank note, "Take this bank note, as long as this matter is done, you will benefit in the future, get out."

"Thank you, Eldest Young Master, I will do my best!" Zhan's second child who took the banknote with both hands showed a greedy look, and stuffed the 50 taels of silver banknote into his arms excitedly.

When Zhu Kun left, Zhan Lao Er's kneeling body stood up straight.

Sweeping away the greedy and humble color just now, Zhan's second child snorted coldly, "If he hadn't been reincarnated, why would such an idiot wear gold and silver! Bah!"

A gust of cold wind blew, Zhan's second son shivered coldly, and looked around cautiously. Although there was no one else in the darkness, he might be guilty of being a thief, and Zhan's second son always felt that someone was staring at him.

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Spring sleepiness, autumn lack, summer doze, winter and March when I can't sleep.

"Dalang, it's time to get up, that dead girl started to endorse before dawn!" Xiao Yao pushed Zhan Dalang, who was wrapped in the quilt, this was the third time she came to call.

"Brother, the sun is drying your buttocks, you are still sleeping, and the little fish have gone out with dad." Zhan Saburo nibbled at the nest and laughed at the big brother who was sleeping late. He went outside to play for a while and came back.

Pulling the quilt abruptly, Zhan Dalang sat up and roared angrily, "It's so noisy, let's not let people sleep!"

After venting his anger, Zhan Dalang fell back on the bed again, pulled up the quilt and covered his head in it.
Zhan Saburo was stunned for a moment, then stuck out his tongue stubbornly, and chuckled: "No wonder Shanwazi said that the master often beats the big brother, mother, you also said that I am lazy, look at the big brother."

"Don't talk nonsense, your eldest brother reads too hard every day, so naturally he needs to take a good rest." Xiao Yao glared at his younger son, pulled him out of the bedroom, and let Da Lang sleep again.

After the bullock cart passed the city gate, Zhan Feiyu jumped off when the car was stable, the white and tender little girl looked excited and cute, "Second uncle, you go to the dock to pick up the goods, I can go to Wenxing study by myself. ."

Originally, Zhan Feiyu didn't need to buy pen and paper on every rest day, but Xiao Yao's thick-skinned, borrowing pen today, and borrowing paper tomorrow, is still when the boss of Zhan is around.

Disgusted and broken, Zhan Feiyu only buys enough paper for his own use every time, and comes to the bookstore every holiday to read books by the way.

"Second uncle first go to the pier to see if there is work, and then come to pick you up." Zhan's second son smiled warmly, looking like an elder who cared for the younger generation. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind, "Be careful yourself. One point, don't run around."

Driving the bullock cart to the North Street Pier, the second son Zhan had a vicious smile on his face. This time, he wanted to see if this dead girl survived!
The county magistrate Chen is well-controlled, and from time to time there are patrolling officers passing by. A little girl in Zhan Feiyu is quite safe walking on the street.

Wenxing study.

"First come, first come, Zhang Tianhao, are you too domineering?" In front of the bookshelf, the thin young man said angrily, holding the book in one hand and not letting go, but he didn't dare to use too much force.

Zhang Tianhao is just a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a brand-new green robe, looking at the young man in front of him arrogantly, and mockingly said: "Mei Yuan, you are a boy who was kicked out of the private school by my father for stealing. , are you here to buy books or to steal books?"

The two standing beside Zhang Tianhao immediately laughed, "Students stealing books is not stealing, little junior brother, you are insulting Sven."

"Tsk tsk, if it wasn't for the teacher's pity on your poor family and not reporting to the county magistrate and the county decree, you should have lost your childhood name. the little man!"

The ridiculed Mei Yuan blushed. He didn't steal the money at all, but the five taels of silver were found in his bookcase.

"Okay, Mei Yuan, it's your fault that you are not grateful. I read that you used to be our classmate. If you want to buy this book, let me buy it for you, but I heard that "The Analects of Confucius" is not cheap." Zhang Tianhao smiled wickedly. She looked up and down with contemptuous eyes, looking up and down at Mei Yuan, who had washed all her clothes.

The price of ordinary manuscript books is not too expensive, usually only a few hundred yuan, but the price of the "Analects of Confucius" printed by woodblock printing is much higher, at least two taels.Under the name of Tong Sheng, Mei Yuan found a job as an accountant, and only three taels of silver a month.

(End of this chapter)