Yu Jun

Chapter 121
Wu Jin went back with a basket full of money, and when she walked into the house, Wu Yi had already returned home, wearing a gown, showing two thin arms, eating water in the yard.

Seeing Yuqian, he cheered, stopped eating noodles, and hurriedly asked Wu's mother to spread the cakes. Wu's mother scolded him as "a mouse can't save overnight food", spread the Yuqian in the kitchen, and prepared to spread the cakes in the morning. Hurrying up again, she peeled two candied rice dumplings for Wu Jin and brought them out.

Seeing that Wu Jin was eating rice dumplings quickly, she quickly went to the kitchen to fry two more eggs: "Boss, is it enough?"

"Enough." Wu Jin waved her hand.

Wu's mother saw that his clothes were thin, and he was getting thinner and thinner, leaving only his bones, and her heart ached. She also saw that Wu Yi was eager to try rice dumplings and fried eggs, so she immediately reached out and punched him on the head.

Wu Yi was beaten for no reason, and didn't dare to fight back, so he could only act like a man with his tail between his legs. He stretched out his chopsticks and pulled all the noodles left in the bowl into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. The pot water with salt added was no different, so he also drank it with his head up.

Put the bowl back in the kitchen, then go to wash, go back to the house to sleep.

Wu Jin ate, drank some water, took a shower with cold water to wash away the exhaustion and drowsiness all over her body, and then lit a lamp in the house to write a diary.

"On the eighth day of April in the 25th year of Yuanzhang, it rained lightly.

There was an accident at the horse farm, and seven people died, including three Qiang people, and countless people were injured.

These people don't even have names, but they are embellished with border disputes. They are part of this war, an afterimage of Jinlu's hand reaching out to the capital, and part of the conspiracy. "

The shadow of the night came, and thick ink spread into the house, the door opened, and Wu Yi entered the kitchen again, hungry, rummaging through the boxes, secretly peeling rice dumplings to eat.

The small noise in the house, together with the sound outside, seemed to exaggerate peace.

Only Wu Jin's pen was left on the paper, tearing apart the cloth covering the truth.

"Today's matter, I have doubts in my heart.

One is the Fengdao—who gave Jinlu the Fengdao?

Jin Lu didn't even touch the edge of the drawing, but he was able to get a Fengfeng knife directly. It could only be the internal response of the North and South Workshop.

The North-South workshop has the handle of the imperial army, and there are more than [-] soldiers and craftsmen inside. Everyone who enters and exits must be undressed for inspection. If you haven't been operating in the North-South workshop for several years, how can you bring out the wind knife?
I suspect that Mo Jiedushi and Mr. Zhao did it in secret. These two pushed Mo Lingfeng into the light, but he was acting in secret. If the gold captives are not wiped out, the war will not stop, so the Mo family can encroach on the fortress. Expand the military power day by day, hold the frontier gate firmly, and no one will be able to bring them down again.

If it fails this time, there will definitely be a next time, and the Fengfeng Knife will be useless in the end.

He and they hold sharp knives in their hands, but there are no common people in the world. They are all for me and small families. "

He dipped another pen full of ink and continued to write: "Secondly, where did Yin Nan go?

At such a dangerous moment, Mo Lingfeng sent her back to the city, what did he do?
I am afraid that it is also inseparable from the North-South Workshop.

The brother and sister went their own way, but Mo Lingfeng was still unknowingly walking on the path of Mo Qianlan.

Just like two tigers, the cub still has a heart of compassion at this moment, but it will eventually grow into the same fierce tiger, becoming ferocious and ruthless.

A tiger walks in the world, and needs a cage that can protect her and control her. I want to be an official and a court, not only for the ambition in my heart, but also to stand on a high place, protect her, and restrain her. "

He put down his pen and lit the diary he wrote today on the oil lamp, and the fire suddenly ignited, startling a lone goose flying outside the window.

The shadow of the wild goose faded away, and the shadow of the swallow came again, crying and chirping outside the house, falling into Wu Jin's ears, making the night more and more quiet.

In the middle of the Yin hour the next day, he turned over and sat up, full of sleepiness, unable to open his tired eyes, got up and opened the door, scooped out a basin of water, squatted on the ground, rolled up his sleeves high, splashed water on his face with both hands, I rubbed it vigorously on the bed and washed it three times before I regained my energy.

The rooster of the widower's house in the foot shop crowed, and Mother Wu also opened the door and said in a hoarse voice: "Boss, I'm here to fry elm cakes, you go to sleep, don't go to the racecourse to sell cakes today."

"Don't sleep anymore," Wu Jin got up to get the tooth wood, "I'll go back and read a book for a while, the bookstore is closed today, I'm going to study in the state."

After chewing the tooth wood, he went back to the room to watch the policy questions assigned by the state school three days ago.

"The sage Gai said that Zhang does not relax, and civil and military can not do it; relaxing but not relaxing, civil and military can not do it. One Zhang and one relax, the way of civil and martial arts. Today, wars are repeated, how can there be relaxation? Xiang wrote it."

He only answered half of the question, and he woke up early just to finish answering this question.

Studying the ink and picking up the pen, he weighed his words carefully, forgetting himself in his answers, and at the end of the hour, he put down his pen and hurried to the kitchen for breakfast. Mother Wu left him three fried golden elm cakes, he ate one, and the other two Wrap it up and put it aside.

After changing the shirt, put on the Tang scarf, rolled up the ink-stained rice paper, hooked the oiled paper bag with one finger, and hurried out to go to the state school.

At the gate of the state school, Cheng Ting walked in with a few classmates arrogantly, holding the big yellow dog with one hand. The big yellow dog is a delicacy in Mofu. So he and Cheng Ting walked left and right, pulling the dog leash to the extreme.

Seeing Wu Jin, the big yellow dog burst into tears, and let out a "woo", extremely aggrieved.

Cheng Ting stood still, stuffed the remaining half of the bun into the big yellow dog's mouth, the big yellow dog ate it, and continued to ignore him.

Wu Jin handed him the oiled paper bag: "Em money cake."

Cheng Ting chuckled, ate a piece in twos and then pointed at the scroll in his hand: "What kind of homework is this?"

"Policy question."

"Do you want to ask questions today?"

The three close friends who were with him all showed a look of "it's over", and one of them faltered: "How do you remember it's the day after tomorrow?"

"Looks like tomorrow."

"Not today anyway."

"Don't believe Wu Jin, he is an auditor, he must be standing outside the dormitory, he didn't hear clearly."

Wu Jin smiled: "It's today, I came here on vacation from the bookstore."

Immediately, there was a wail at the gate of the state school, and when it was time for policy consultation, these four became auditors together with Wu Jin, standing outside the teaching dormitory, listening to the teacher's reprimand with red faces.

After the teacher reprimanded these four ignorant students, they began to comment on their homework one by one. Wu Jin listened attentively, especially when he was commenting on his homework, he dared not relax in the slightest.

The weather is neither hot nor cold, and the fragrance of flowers rises with the dry warm wind, making the smoker drowsy. Occasionally, a breeze makes a sound of waves.

The sound of reading aloud, lectures, birds and insects, and the wind interweave a carefree early summer.

Cheng Ting was drowsy, his eyes were lifeless, and he whispered to the people around him in a very low voice.

"Say, what's for lunch today?"

"Third brother, eat rice dumplings."

"It's only a month before the Dragon Boat Festival, why are you eating zongzi? Of course not."

"Absolutely, I saw my aunt making bags yesterday, and bought candied dates."

"Hey, I don't like this dessert the most," Cheng Ting smacked his lips, "Ergouzi likes it, but it's a pity that she can't come back for the Dragon Boat Festival."

(End of this chapter)