Song Yuanhuanzhi

Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi's return to Darongshu Village caused quite a stir. After the family of three spent half an hour chatting with everyone at Li Zheng's house, the family was ready to return to Song's house.

After rejecting the enthusiasm of Li Zheng, Liang Fucai and others to send them back, the family came to the big banyan tree.

The carriage stopped under the big banyan tree.

Wen Yan pointed to the stream and said, "Mother, do we have to cross that stream before we can go back?"

Song Huan nodded and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Yes."

After many years of absence, I am finally back.

This is the place she just came to. In the entire Tai'an realm, this is the place that can bring her a sense of security.

An eager smile appeared on Wen Yan's face: "Mom and dad, Wen Yan will go over and wait for you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yan let go of his parents' hands and rushed down.

It wasn't until the edge of the stream that I could stop.

The stream was not deep, and for a child as big as Wen Yan, it only reached the knees. Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi saw this and did not stop them.

Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi looked at each other, and Fu Yuanzhi directly took Song Huan's hand. The two smiled and took steps at the same time.

The road to Song's house was not overgrown with weeds as expected, but instead it was clean, just like before.

Song Huan knew that Liang Fucai and Liang Dayong were interested.

There were so many people just now that they couldn't sit down and have a good chat. However, they will all settle down in Yangjiang Mansion in the future, and it won't be less than this moment.

After half an hour, the three finally reached the place.

Standing at the door, everything that happened in the past seemed like yesterday.

Song Huan took out the key from under the big stone at the door. Wen Yan had already held Fu Yuanzhi's hand at some point.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt very excited and his palms were sweating.

He couldn't describe his mood at this moment.

The door lock is opened.

The yard, the house, and the small stools under the eaves looked as if they had never left.

The tip of Song Huan's nose felt sour, and she really felt like crying.

Fu Yuanzhi and Wen Yan entered the courtyard immediately after Song Huan.

The big tree on the right looks much bigger than before, and it can cover half of the house.

Wen Yan followed and looked at the entire yard carefully.

It turns out that this is where my maternal uncle and father lived in the past.

Wen Yan touched the small stool under the big tree and asked, "Mom and Dad, is this the place where my uncle used to study and practice calligraphy?"

Song Huan gathered her emotions and snuggled into Fu Yuanzhi's arms.

Song Huan nodded, "Yes, there was not enough paper at that time, so your uncle used a small tree fork to remember the strokes here, and then he wrote on the paper with a pen."

Wen Yan always regarded his uncle as a role model in his heart, so he sat on it without thinking.Who would have known that the stools that had been exposed to the sun and rain for so many years had already rotted away. The reason why Liang Dayong and the others kept them was to use them as a decoration. When Song Huan and the others returned home, they would see the scene in their memories. Even if it completes its remaining mission.

After looking around the house again, Song Huan took incense and candles and took Fu Yuanzhi and Wen Yan to the grave of Song's father and Song's mother.

After Song Huan and Fu Yuan had a good time, they pulled Wen Yan beside them to the graves of the two elders and said to them, "This is your grandson. His first name is Fu Wenyan and his nickname is Dandan."

Song Huanyou said to Wen Yan, "This is grandma and grandpa."

Wen Yan knelt down and kowtowed three times, "Grandma and grandpa, Wen Yan is here..."

Wen Yan is actually not a very talkative person, but today he talked a lot with his grandma and grandpa, such as the things that impressed him deeply when he was a child, and what he saw and heard in various places along the way. He also said that he would Sort out these contents and burn them so that grandma and grandpa can take a look at his literary talents. If there are any shortcomings, remember to entrust him with the dream.

Song Huan listened more and more "...".

It's outrageous that people like grandparents who are illiterate in that world are still forced to get up and study before they can grade their children's homework.

After the worship service, he went down the mountain to pay homage at the tombs of Wen Yan’s grandparents.

That night, they stayed at Liang Fucai's house for one night, and Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi also learned from Liang Fucai that Fu Xuelin had died three years ago.

Now Fan and his nine-year-old daughter depend on each other.

It turned out that Fu Xuelin had been depressed since he returned to Darongshu Village, and became bedridden within a few years. Mrs. Fan took her savings and kept hanging on for Fu Xuelin's life. In the end, she still couldn't resist the temptation of the Lord of Hell, so Fu Xuelin left like this. .

After Fu Xuelin left, Fan and his only daughter's life was not in decline.

After all, Fan's family was from a wealthy family, and her embroidery skills were certainly good. Soon after, she got help from Li Zheng and started an embroidery class and an etiquette class in the school.

What Li Zheng wants is to enable the girls in Darongshu Village to learn a craft, which invisibly raises the threshold for girls in Darongshu to get married.

In the past few years, more and more wealthy families in the city are willing to come to Darongshu Village to find girls to marry. This phenomenon has made girls from some nearby villages eager to come here to study.

For example, some of the nieces and cousins ​​of the women in the village who live in other villages are trying to get in by smashing their heads against each other.

Their idea is very simple, let alone marrying other wealthy families, marrying a man from Big Banyan Tree Village will also make the family better and better.Therefore, the men in Darongshu Village, even the most unsatisfactory ones, will be particularly marketed.

After all, there is no barrier to entry into the school with the name of Big Banyan Tree Village.

Song Huan thought, no wonder there were so many girls in the village.

Moreover, Song Huan felt that Darongshu Village could develop to this point thanks to that Li Zheng.

This Li Zheng really had something in his mind. They said he couldn't pass the imperial examination, so he stayed and became a Li Zheng.

Song Huan thought that this person may not be able to pass the exam, but his business sense is top-notch.

Now, with Li Zheng's status in the village, he is much more prestigious than Ju Ren.

Just talking about a candidate, everyone thinks that the other person is a scholar, has some status, and respects him on the surface.

But things are different here now. With hundreds of households opening accounts, no one can give him face. Moreover, she can see that these villagers respect him from the bottom of their hearts.

Moreover, with the trend of his management, more and more people will respect and admire him.

If there is an opportunity and Bole sees through his tricks, this person can be an exception and become the county magistrate.

Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi sighed unconsciously on their way back to Yangjiang Mansion and said, "If Liang Song's ability and influence can gradually turn around the surrounding villages and towns, it will be a move that will last forever."

This is a huge benefit for women.

If there had been a man like Liang Song earlier who could see the status of women, I think things like Erya would have become less and less common.

Fu Yuanzhi understood Song Huan's unfinished words, held Song Huan's shoulders, looked forward firmly, and said firmly: "I will."

After today, Song Huan and the others settled in Yangjiang Mansion.

Because Fu Yuanzhi wanted to open an academy, they would occasionally go back to Darongshu Village.

They had already started building the academy in Yangjiang Prefecture last year. Because of Song Yi's relationship, the academy began to send out enrollment documents in February of the following year.

The name of the academy is Honghu Academy. The purpose of the academy is to provide those students with dreams with the opportunity and ability to serve the country and make Tai'an Dynasty more and more prosperous.

While recruiting students in February, there were also gentlemen from all over the country who were invited and "invited" by Chaohuang Pavilion. They were all willing and "willing".

After a few years, those who were “willing” became more willing from the bottom of their hearts.

It is their lifelong wish to see how the students they have taught achieve success outside.

The names and experiences of the teachers and students who went up to the imperial court and went down to the academies in this dynasty, as well as the changes they brought about, all have their own value that can be passed down to future generations.

Later generations called it the prosperous age of Tai'an.

A true Taian.

The prosperous times that the people feel from the bottom of their hearts.

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Darongshu Village
Song family
The Song family has been much improved after repairs. The bamboo fence outside the yard is surrounded by green thorny vines, and there are various flowers and flower bones in bloom on the vines.

The moment the morning sun rises, the sunlight refracts on the dewdrops on the flowers and leaves, glowing with a charming light.

Song Huan was lying on the rocking chair, enjoying the warmth brought by the sun. Behind her, Fu Yuanzhi, who was tall and tall, with pale but handsome hair, came out with two bowls of plain noodles.

Fu Yuanzhi looked at Song Huan with a smile on his face, and said with all the tenderness in his old voice, "Let's eat noodles."

Song Huan straightened up with excitement on her face. When she saw the plain face, her wrinkled face fell. Her old voice did not conceal her grievances, "Why is it so bland? There is no meat at all, and there is no spicy pickled cabbage."

Fu Yuanzhi sat down, handed the chopsticks to Song Huan, and snorted, "The doctor said, don't think about it until your body is fully recovered."

Song Huan's plaintive voice echoed in the courtyard.

At this time, a bird flew across the blue sky and landed on the branch of the big tree outside the yard. It tilted its head and looked at the scene in the yard.

The scene reflected in its pupils: a couple, one making trouble and the other laughing.

Even though they are older, their relationship is still the same as before. Although time has left traces on them, their relationship is sincere and strong that is rare in the world.

Fu Yuanzhi: It is my greatest luck to meet you in this life. I love you deeply and thank you for loving me deeply and making my life gradually complete from that year on.

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