Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little every day

Chapter 53 Liu Family Qilin'er

"My master is so kind. It's not a mistake to work with such a master."

"What I'm saying is that I only need to take care of three meals when I come to help, and there is meat in the lunch meal. I ate well today and had a lot of meat. I don't know if I will have diarrhea when I go back at night. "

"Look at your unpromising appearance. You just have diarrhea. There's still something to be gained from that. If you fertilize the crops, maybe you can get a bigger harvest next year."

"Haha, we all have to thank Mr. Fang and Mr. Fang today."

In the dining room, the tenants working for Fang Yue's family all had happy smiles on their faces.

You may not always be able to eat meat during the holidays, but today I just helped the host’s family and got it.

But they were only envious, and no one was jealous.

In fact, a large part of the villagers are very simple and honest. Just like the previous part of the people who repay kindness with hatred, they are only a few.

Besides, now they have donated their land to the Fang Yue family.

If you really want to calculate it, Fang Yue's family is a landowner, and they are just farming tenants.

This is a dependency relationship. Only by relying on Fang Yue's family can they live a better life.

If not, the imperial court's talent tax alone would be enough to make most of them bankrupt, abandon their land, and become refugees.

All this is due to the benevolence of the master and Master Fang.

Of course, it is all thanks to Mr. Fang.

These people couldn't help but look at Fang Yue. He was indeed a Wu scholar. His strength was probably stronger than the tigers in the mountains!

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After climbing up to the rafters, there was nothing left to do.

The other work was done by these tenants, and even Fang's father and Fang Cheng who wanted to work were 'driven' to the side.

After having some free time, Fang Yue came to the willow tree beside his yard.

Although there are many people around, they will look at this young master Wu Xiucai for the first time in the village from time to time.

They wanted to see how talented Fang Yue was, but no one dared to step forward.

Perhaps even Fang Yue himself didn't know that as his martial arts practice progressed and his strength increased, his practice of White Tiger Boxing increased day by day, and an invisible energy naturally emitted from his whole body.

Ordinary people avoid it unconsciously and instinctively won't get close.

Fang Yue looked at the yard, where more than a dozen tenants were busy. On both sides of the main beam, wood was placed one by one, and then some boards were nailed on.

Finally, there are neat and brand-new gray tiles, glued on one by one.

There is no need to supervise the work, and these tenants do their work very well.

People in this era are really simple.

Fang Yue couldn't help but sigh after seeing it.

Even these tenants don't need wages. In their words, they can build new houses for the master's family, which is because the master's family thinks highly of them.

Besides, they can survive because of Fang Yue's family, so how dare they accept wages!
"Brother Yue'er, they say you are some kind of martial arts scholar. You must be very good at writing. Can you teach Anu?"

"Anu, I want to write a letter to grandpa."

While Fang Yue was lost in thought, a timid and cautious voice sounded. Naturally, it was Widow Yu's daughter Anu who came.

Today, Widow Yu also came to Fang Yue's house to help.

Because the scene is bigger today, there are about twenty people eating, and Chen will definitely not be able to handle it all by himself.

The surrounding neighbors, who have nothing to do at home, will naturally come over to help.

Wash, clean, help with cooking, and cook.

"Well, let me see."

Fang Yue turned around and looked at the little girl not far away. Although her complexion was much better than two years ago, her figure was still thin and her development was very slow.

He is less than half the size of those children of the same age in his previous life.

At this moment, with his head lowered, a pair of small hands were intertwined unconsciously.Hearing Fang Yue speak, Anu seemed to muster up a lot of courage and looked at Fang Yue, his eyes full of desire.

"Okay, brother Yue will teach Anu a poem today."

As Fang Yue spoke, he wrote Jingyesi on the ground.While writing, he taught Anu to recite.

In just twenty words, the feeling of homesickness is conveyed.

Perhaps Fang Yue felt that he was used to the life here and the family affection between his parents, brothers and sisters in this life.

But deep down, there is actually a touch of nostalgia.

"The one in the front is a bed for sleeping, and the one in the back is the window."

Fang Yue actually did not have the talent to be a teacher, but with his cultural background and after learning the words of this world, it was enough to teach Anu the poems from his previous life.

After about a quarter of an hour, Anu was able to write the five words of the first sentence, and she was able to memorize the entire poem.

With this kind of learning progress, Fang Yue couldn't help but sigh, if Anu studied Wen, he would be able to pass the exam.

"Anu, come here quickly, why are you causing trouble to brother Qin Yue again!"

At this time, Widow Yu, who had finished her work, was carrying a basket and was about to go home. After searching around, she saw Anu running to Fang Yue.

Now Fang Yue is more unusual. Although her family's previous status, let alone Wu Xiucai, is not enough.

But now, it has reached this point.

Her family was in decline, her husband died early, and her family did not dare to associate with her.

But Fang Yue helped her when she was in the most difficult time. Now that Fang Yue has become a scholar, she naturally has to respect him.

Their family's reputation was not good in the village and they could not bring any stain to Fang Yue.

A tarnished reputation will affect your future.

"My mother called me, goodbye brother Yue." Anu learned a few words, obviously very happy, and his restraint was reduced a lot.

After saying that, he jumped up and ran towards Widow Yu.

The latter looked at Fang Yue gratefully.

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Daliushu Village, at the entrance of the village.

On the road leading to the village, the young master of the Liu family, his book boy, and two servants were there.

Riding a horse, heading towards the village.

"Young Master, in the Wen Xiucai Examination in a few days, you will definitely be able to win the first prize in one fell swoop and win the case."

The book boy Zhu Mo flattered and flattered Liu Chuanzhi, the young master of the Liu family.

A few days ago, Liu Chuanzhi participated in a poetry gathering held by the younger generation in Xiahe County, where he distinguished himself with his talent and knowledge, and gained fame.

Now that the scholar examination for the liberal arts examination was approaching, he followed his father's wishes and returned to the Liu family's ancestral home in the countryside to worship his ancestors, hoping that his ancestors would bless him and pass the examination.

"Don't flatter me. If your young master and I take part in the examination next year, it won't be a big deal if I get the first one. But this year, I'll probably be between second and third."

Although Liu Chuanzhi said he was 'modest', the pride on his face was obvious.Who made his poem name spread throughout Xiahe County, and he was called the Qilin'er of the Liu family? He would definitely win the imperial examination this time.

In this way, he is also a scholar, and he can't be better than the poor boy in the village who doesn't know what luck he has.

But at this time, Liu Chuanzhi, who was enjoying the flattery of the book boy, vaguely heard a burst of voices coming from the road not far away.

It seemed like he was memorizing some words.

He looked up and saw a mother and daughter, one big and one small, holding hands and walking on the road. It was Widow Yu and her daughter.

"Isn't this Widow Yu? Are you preparing to go home?"

Widow Yu held the basket in one hand and held Anu's little hand in the other, looking at the young Confucian scholar in blue who suddenly came over.

I had a vague impression that this person seemed to be Liu Juren's young master, Liu Chuanzhi.

(End of this chapter)