Yu Jun

Chapter 63 Poor

Wu and Zhang supported Mo Qianlan, walked around the bamboo garden together, and went to the official room.

When the servant in the official room was scooping up hot water, Zhang Gongfeng would hold the bath beans and offer the face towel at the right time, without Mo Qianlan asking, let alone Wu Jin reaching out.

Wu Jin stood aside, completely useless, but she also worked hard to avoid missing Mo Qianlan's words.

The three of them left the official room, and Mo Qianlan asked Wu Jin as they walked, "Why don't you accept the gift of silver and land from some wealthy households in the city?"

Wu Jin replied: "The sage said that 'being rich and honored by injustice is like floating clouds to me', and it is the same for students."

Mo Qianlan sneered: "Pedantic."

Wu Jin was speechless for a while, and could only remain silent, while Mo Qianlan pondered for a while, and then suddenly said: "Ah."

He originally wanted Wu Jin to take good care of Ah Yao, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt that this situation seemed familiar, as if Cheng Taishan and his sister Cheng Taishan had been so worried when he went to Kyoto many years ago, and the rest of the words became unlucky stand up.

No matter what, he can trust Wu Jin.

When Wu Jin heard the word "Ah Yao", she also guessed that he wanted to take care of Mo Lefeng by herself, so she nodded vigorously.

Zhang Gongfeng didn't hear Mo Qianlan's whisper in the sound of silk and bamboo, and asked, "What did you say?"

The three of them had reached the bamboo garden at this time, and Mo Qianlan pointed to a small stone statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sitting on a green lotus flower in the bamboo forest: "I said there are Buddha statues here."

The bamboo leaves in the forest were withered and yellow and fell to the ground, with a finger depth. It was a desolate scene, the night was dark and there was no light. He didn't stretch out his hand, and no one could see that there was still a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva enshrined here.

Only Mo Qianlan and the Cheng family could know where the stone statue was without looking.

Because this Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hides the souls of the daughter of the Cheng family and Mrs. Mo in the robes of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. She is married and can no longer set up spirits in the Cheng family. In the place of the house, a small stone Buddha was molded for her to listen to scriptures here.

In front of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, someone offered a volume of the Lotus Sutra, and Mo Qianlan suddenly remembered the scriptures he had heard before: "I am arrogant, arrogant, and flattering, and my heart is not true. Hearing the Dharma is difficult for such a person."

He is such a slanderous person, he will fall into Avici Hell in the future.

Zhang Gongfeng was waiting to step forward to take a closer look, when Mo Qianlan looked away and said in a low voice, "I have a headache, let's go."

The Luming Banquet ends with this song.

Cheng Taishan left Mo Qianlan to wait, first sent away the students and colleagues, then took a long red lacquer box and opened it for Mo Qianlan to see.

The box is lined with soap-colored brocade cloth, and inside it is a section of white, smooth, uncracked, seven-inch-long antelope horn.

Cheng Taishan closed the lid, handed it to the entourage who came with Mo Qianlan, and said in a low voice: "Li Yitie said that the antelope horn can calm convulsions and is very beneficial for epilepsy, and he also said not to wear a little black, I found it." It took several years to buy it, and you grind it and eat it, so you can live for a few more years."

"Thank you," Mo Qianlan smiled, "I won't die for a while."

His eyes lit up, and he quietly revealed a bit of ferocious fangs, but it was fleeting, without anyone noticing, and immediately returned to a dead silence.

"I want to set up a Gongshi Zhuang in Kuanzhou," he pondered, "so as not to worry about the students."

Cheng Taishan's eyes lit up: "This is a good thing! What's the regulation? Tell me, I'll do it."

On the next day, Mo Qianlan, the envoy of the Kuanzhou Festival, was impressed by Wu Jin's ambition to study hard, so he built Gongshi Zhuang to rest and support his studies. Every time he gave out a test, he would receive 300 taels of silver for the first prize, 200 taels of silver for the deputy prize, and the rest of the middle school. The lifter will be awarded 100 taels of silver.

As soon as this policy came out, Kuanzhou’s eagerness to learn was the same for a while, and the small Meng School was suddenly overcrowded. , It made a "buzzing" sound in elementary school, and it didn't stop repeatedly.

Even Wu Yi was inspired to see the 300 taels delivered to his home, and worked hard for a long time.

Only Wu Jin and Cheng Ting were not affected at all.

Especially Cheng Ting, who was too busy to touch the ground, first found the eldest sister of the Cheng family, and sold his set of emerald December order boy at a low price, and got 80 taels of silver - if the eldest sister of the Cheng family opened a pawnshop, she would definitely be able to scrape the land Down three points.

Cheng Ting went to the elder brother of the Cheng family again, and wanted to sell him a gold-plated Nine Links. He said it was an antique, and he got it from the Mo Mansion's warehouse. Cheng Taishan.

Cheng Taishan was worried that Cheng Ting would cause trouble, so he called two followers and asked them to keep an eye on Cheng Ting's movements.

Without knowing it, Cheng Ting sold a few of his favorite things one after another, even the villains from Huqiu. With his own savings of a few coins, he got together 480 taels and exchanged them for bank notes. On September [-]th, I made an appointment with Mo Lefeng to meet at the corner gate of Mo's house that night.

When the time came, he quietly went to the corner gate of Mo Mansion, seeing that Mo Lingfeng was waiting for him there, he immediately opened his sleeve pocket and showed her the bank note inside.

"Let's run," he whispered to Mo Lingfeng, "take the official road to Jeju first, then take a boat south from Jeju to Shuzhong, and when we've had enough fun in Shuzhong, let's go south by boat to Huzhou."

Mo Lingfeng took out a few thin bank notes, counted them carefully, and stuffed them back into his sleeve pocket.

Cheng Ting fastened his sleeve pockets and patted his chest: "I didn't even tell Wu Jin, I guarantee that the clothes will be perfect."

"I do not go."

Cheng Ting angrily wanted to open her head to see what was inside: "Do you think the capital is good? I heard from my father that my uncle went to get an errand for Jiedushi, and almost lost his life!"

He tugged at Mo Lingfeng's sleeve: "Silly dog! Do you know what trust is between a monarch and his ministers! Are you going to die?"

Pulling Mo Lingfeng away from the corner door, he dragged forward: "I'm just too delicate to think about this kind of thing. I'll send you off after I escape the limelight—"

He looked at Cheng Taishan who appeared behind him at some point, let go of Mo Lingfeng's hand with a loud cry, and took three steps back abruptly, his left foot tripped over his right foot, fell to the ground with a "bang", and rolled .

"father……"

"You are my father!" Cheng Taishan roared incoherently.

In all fairness, Cheng Ting's kindness is naturally cherished by Mo Lingfeng, but it is only worth a beating by Cheng Taishan.

If Cheng Ting really wanted to take Mo Lingfeng away, he and Mo Qianlan would immediately have to shout together, "I will be a good man again in 18 years".

Two confidantes of the Cheng family stepped forward to hold Cheng Ting, twisted their arms, and escorted him all the way to Cheng Taishan, Cheng Taishan was about to beat him up, but Mo Lingfeng suddenly said: "Brother Cheng Yin, don't beat him. "

She and Cheng Taishan are of the same generation, but at a young age, people often treat her as a junior. At this moment, she is solemnly calling Cheng Taishan to stop and intercede for Cheng Ting. Pitiful.

It would be nice if such a good child wasn't born in Mo's family.

"Okay, I won't hit him, I will restrain his feet."

"Then you still hit me."

"To shut up!"

With a wave of Cheng Taishan's hand, he slashed away the mourning Cheng Ting. Mo Lingfeng stood at the corner gate, watching a lone goose flying south, thinking: "Poor."

(End of this chapter)