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Chapter 33 The Little Bald Bird in His Early Years
Yang Zhiyuan's face was hot and hot. If he was himself, now that he has his daughter by his side, no matter how he explains it, it seems absurd.

Fanyin looked at Sun Dianshi, first said hello, and then said:
"... How is Mr. Sun's illness? It has been almost a month, and he still hasn't recovered? He hasn't come to class since that day. I don't know if I can see him today? Father is also planning to take the exam. Check to see if he has completed the homework left last time."

Mentioning Sun Yaocai, Sun Dianshi couldn't help frowning.

Their mother and son were already on their way to the county magistrate's mansion. If Yang Zhiyuan caught this, he might use it as an excuse.

Little girl, actually give him a blow?And... What kind of sickness can't be cured in a month, isn't it dying?

Sun Dianshi's eyes were fierce, but he could still smile, "Thanks to your heart, Yaocai's health has been taken care of, and I'm planning to let him see Master Yang tomorrow, and I have to pay Master Yang for it." guilty."

"Can we see you at the county magistrate's mansion today?" Fanyin couldn't help asking, and Sun Dianshi could only grit his teeth and said, "They might not come today..." He didn't want to send someone to tell them not to go out later. Stared at by Yang Zhiyuan.

"Father, are you done with your business? Then let's go to celebrate the county magistrate's birthday?" Fanyin looked at Sun Dianshi with a smile, "Can this lead directly to the county magistrate's mansion?"

The corner of Sun Dianshi's mouth twitched even more fiercely, so he could only nod in response:
"Okay, why don't I go with you, I'll celebrate your birthday first, and then I'll be busy with business."

"Please." Yang Zhiyuan heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but exchange greetings. The two walked one after the other. Sanskrit saw Sun Dianshi gnashing his teeth deliberately and followed Yang Zhiyuan half a step away. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This is really a level. Clear era...

Fang Qingyuan County magistrate Fang is a cautious and low-key person, so his mansion is not as golden and rich as the nouveau riche, with jade tiles and silver walls, but it is extraordinarily clean and elegant. The glaring gift of golden crow and jade wares is extremely inconsistent with the scenery of this place, and this place really moved Fanyin's heart.

The place is so big...

Guided by the servants of the county magistrate's office, Yang Zhiyuan, Fanyin and Sun Dianshi walked to the main hall.

Overcrowded, the bustling crowd gathered here, and when they saw Yang Zhiyuan coming, they automatically and consciously made way out of the way. Although they are ninth-rank sesame officials, they are also officials in the imperial court. No matter how rich these wealthy households are, they can't compare The official status of this era.

"The county magistrate is middle-aged, with gold carvings and simple virtues, Zhiyuan is here to wish you a birthday!"

Yang Zhiyuan came forward and bowed, Fang Qingyuan quickly smiled and lowered his body to help him up, "It's my blessing that Junior Brother Zhiyuan can come, get up, get up!"

"Greetings to the county magistrate, I wish you blessings as deep as the sea, and a long life." Sanskrit was young, so he wanted to bow down and kowtow.

Fang Qingyuan didn't stop him, and after receiving the gift, he called Sanskrit to his side, "Come on, I haven't seen you for a month, little guy, this county really misses you."

Sanskrit leaned over with a smile, "Is the county magistrate missing the little bald man who is pregnant with Liu?"

"Hahaha, look at this girl's mouth, your father is very eloquent, but you are eloquent." Fang Qingyuan was amused by being teased, and when Sanskrit refused to take off his hat, he comforted him:
"There is no need to be formal at home in this county. You are filial to your mother. This is a role model for everyone. Why do you still wear your hat and refuse to take it off?"

Sanskrit looked around timidly, and whispered: "Huai Liu wants to come to celebrate the county magistrate's birthday, but I'm afraid that it's against the rules and people will say it's disrespectful..."

"Today, this county is the birthday star, since it is the biggest in this county, it counts!" Fang Qingyuan looked at Yang Zhiyuan from the corner of his eye, "Don't be like your father, keeping yourself in a box all day long, the county sees it. I'm tired..."

These words meant something, Sanskrit heard it clearly, and Yang Zhiyuan naturally understood it, so he only laughed a few times in embarrassment, but remained silent.

Sanskrit took off his hat shyly, revealing his bald little head. Although the hair roots were slightly visible on it, it was still shining because it grew too slowly.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but sigh for a while, but seeing Fang Qingyuan being so supportive and close, they naturally dare not say bad words.

Fanyin also felt that it was inappropriate here, and after flattering the magistrate Fang, she was led by her mother-in-law to pay homage to the magistrate's wife...

Seeing Sanskrit leave, Yang Zhiyuan couldn't help handing over the gift in his hand, but still didn't mention a word. Fang Qingyuan was taken aback for a moment, then took it with a smile, and slowly opened it. He was surprised when he saw a pair of wooden chopsticks. Su Si glanced at Yang Zhiyuan, smiled and said:
"Although this gift from junior brother is not worth a few cents of silver, it is very much in line with my wishes. This is the most important gift. For my brother, I will definitely put him in the study and remember it in my heart!"

The fact that Fang Qingyuan could say such words made everyone around him startled. Even Sun Dianshi, who had never spoken, widened his eyes, wanting to find out.

Yang Zhiyuan clasped his hands and said, "I would like to join the county magistrate to benefit the people and share the glory of Qingcheng County."

"Junior brother Zhiyuan will do what he says!"

Fang Qingyuan and Yang Zhiyuan looked at each other, nodded and smiled, as long as they could understand the hidden meaning in the words, but Sun Dianshi's forehead was already sweating.

Because he had already seen that Yang Zhiyuan was taken in by Fang County Magistrate, which was by no means a good thing. He had to discuss with Wu Xiancheng to get rid of Yang Zhiyuan as soon as possible!

Sanskrit was led to the back house by the wife of the magistrate's mansion, and the place was also full of people, all of whom were the female relatives who came to celebrate the magistrate's birthday.

When they knew that this was Master Yang's daughter one after another, everyone couldn't help showing strange eyes, staring up and down at Sanskrit.

Fanyin walked with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes. She knew that all the small talk before paying homage to the county magistrate's wife was empty talk, and that was the main goal of her communication.

"Ma'am, the lady from Mr. Yang's house is here."

The mother-in-law informed a servant girl, and the servant girl went into the main room to report.

"Come in, please!" A warm woman's voice came from inside the room, and the woman smiled and led Sanskrit into the door.

"Greetings to the county magistrate's wife."

Fanyin wanted to kowtow to salute, the county magistrate's wife quickly got up and came to help her, and took her little hand to look carefully, Fanyin himself looked up at her.

High eyebrows, phoenix eyes, straight nose bridge, plump lips, although painted a little red, but not fancy, broad and round face looks like a blessing, only a red treasure gilt hairpin is pinned on the hair bun, The pearl earrings move slightly, the smile is gentle, and the gestures are very generous, which can give people a sense of intimacy when they meet for the first time.

This county magistrate's wife is not bad...

"I've heard our master mention you a long time ago. Now that I see you, you are really a well-behaved poor man. It is really difficult for you to be filial to your mother at such a young age." The magistrate's wife never let go of the Sanskrit voice. Hands, there are quite a few ladies sitting in the room, all of them cast their eyes and carefully sized up the Sanskrit.

"There are no other brothers and sisters in the family, only me. My mother passed away, and my father didn't know and didn't come back. I can't let my mother be too lonely. Although she is not the legitimate son of the family, she is also the legitimate daughter. I am willing to shave my mother and keep filial piety..."

Sanskrit's whispered words are even more distressing.

The county magistrate's wife dragged her and introduced to everyone solemnly:
"This is Master Yang's daughter. When her mother passed away, she was able to shave her head and keep her filial piety. This is a rare filial daughter in ordinary families. I heard the master mention her a few days ago. Seeing her today, my heart is almost broken. It's a pity that there is only such a stinky boy in my family, and every time we meet, I get angry and have a headache."

"Madam magistrate, you are also very demanding. The young master has already acquired the name of a child, and the old man even guarantees that he will be a scholar. Although he is occasionally naughty, he is only 13 years old after all. You still want him to grow steadily. what kind?"

"That's right, it's not those old men with gray hair in a bun, but a boy with a weak crown. What else do you want him to do? The boys in our family are all sixteen, and now they don't know anything. They are worse than your son Far!"

The wives echoed one after another, turning the topic away from Sanskrit...

The county magistrate's wife smiled and said: "This is what you said, alas, it's a pity, I failed to give birth to a daughter, and the son is not caring." She didn't make a sound, the appearance of her monk's robe was extremely inappropriate for this place, and she was the only one of the younger generation here, so she couldn't interrupt at will.

Sanskrit did not intervene. For the first-timers, the more she talks, the more annoying she will be. As long as you don't ask, she won't answer. At least listen first, take a look before you speak.

All the wives put aside the matter of Sanskrit, and couldn't help talking about the children at home. The other ladies and young masters had their own small circles outside, and the county magistrate's wife didn't ask Sanskrit. After all, she is still wearing a monk's robe now, and she is also afraid of those people It would be bad to stab her.

Sanskrit listened carefully, the other wives did not pay attention to her any more, only the magistrate's wife cast a glance at her from time to time.

More and more people came to visit, and the county magistrate's wife couldn't cover everything, so she had to socialize with them all. She wiped off her sweat and called for a maid, but the maid sent the guests away and was not by her side. Sanskrit handed over tea The county magistrate's wife couldn't help but turn her eyes back to her.

"How old is this year?"

"Ten years old, the birthday in the ninth month of the lunar calendar." Fanyin replied with a smile, without saying anything extra.

The county magistrate's wife was a little surprised, "September? What day is it?"

"Ninth day."

"Hey, the ninth day of September is actually the same day as my son, but he is three years older than you." The county magistrate's wife smiled even wider, and the wife at the side echoed: "What a coincidence, there is no one today. See Mr. Fang come out?"

"I was detained by the gentleman to recite the lesson, and I will come out later." The county magistrate's wife paused, and told the woman at the door: "Go and call the young master, and tell the gentleman that he will have half a day off today. There is a younger sister who was born on the same month and the same day as him, let him come and meet her."

Fanyin didn't look surprised, but he couldn't help being startled by this. If the county magistrate's wife protects her like this, is there any word from the magistrate to stay in advance?

Otherwise, how would you protect yourself like this?
Thinking of what Yang Zhiyuan had said before, and the pointed words in Fang County Magistrate's words when they met today, Sanskrit couldn't help feeling more concerned. Maybe the county magistrate deliberately gave Yang Zhiyuan a chance today. It's time to be so friendly!

I don't know if my father's pair of wooden chopsticks were delivered?

Fanyin murmured in his heart, no matter what, since the county magistrate's wife is here, there must be a kindness, at least someone to talk to the county magistrate...

Taking off the prayer beads in his hand, Sanskrit respectfully stepped forward and said to the county magistrate's wife:

"...The younger generation once practiced with a master, and this string of Buddhist beads was also a gift from her. It was personally blessed by Abbot Jing of the Fale Temple in Beijing. Today, the younger generation is honored to see you, and I can't help but think of the love of my biological mother. It is given to you to ensure your longevity and well-being, and I hope you will not dislike it..."

The county magistrate's wife was full of surprises. After receiving the Buddhist beads, she kept staring at Sanskrit, and said after a long while: "He is really a sensible and distressing child. Mr. Yang is a blessed person. Come and give me a reward!"

　Meow~~~~~Students, I don’t know how many darlings of Xianzi are reading this book now, if you are idle, please give a squeak to show your existence? O(∩_∩)O~ One squeak can add more~~~~~
　　
　
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