Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little bit every day

"The master is kind, it's a good idea to work for such a master."

"That's right, if you don't come to help, you will get three meals, and there is meat in the lunch. I ate well and full today, and I ate a lot of meat. I don't know if I will have diarrhea when I go back tonight."

"Look at your useless appearance. Even if you have diarrhea, there will be benefits. Fertilize the crops, maybe we can harvest more next year."

"Haha, we have to thank Master Fang and Master Xiao today."

During the meal, the tenants who worked for Fang Yue's family had a 'happy' smile on their faces.

They may not be able to eat meat during festivals, but today they can eat it just by helping the master.

But they are just envious, no one is jealous.

In fact, a large part of the farmers are very simple, just like the part that repays kindness with enmity before, which is only a minority.

Besides, now all of them have donated their land to Fang Yue's family.

If you really count, Fang Yue's family is the landlord, and they are just tenants who farm.

This is a layer of dependence. They can live a good life only by relying on Fang Yue's family.

Otherwise, the natural tax of the court alone is enough to make most of them bankrupt, abandon their land, and become refugees.

All this is the kindness of the host family, and the kindness of Master Fang.

Of course, it is also the credit of Master Fang.

These people can't help but look at Fang Yue. He is worthy of being a martial arts scholar. His strength is probably stronger than that of a tiger in the mountains!

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After climbing the beam, Fang Yue had nothing to do.

Other jobs were done by these tenants, and even Fang's father and Fang Cheng who wanted to work were "driven" to the side.

After he was free, Fang Yue came to the willow tree next to his yard.

Although many people around would occasionally look at this young master who was the first martial arts scholar in the village.

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

Perhaps even Fang Yue himself did not know that with the progress of his martial arts practice, the increase of strength, and the progress of his White Tiger Fist practice, he naturally exuded an invisible aura from his whole body.

Ordinary people would unconsciously avoid him and would not approach him instinctively.

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 wooden boards were nailed.

Finally, neat and new gray tiles were pasted one by one.

There was no need for supervision, and these tenants did a very beautiful job.

People in this era are really simple.

Fang Yue couldn't help but sigh when he saw it.

These tenants didn't even need wages. In their words, being able to build a new house for the master's family was a sign that the master respected them.

Besides, they can survive because of Fang Yue's family, how dare they collect wages!

"Brother Yue'er, they say you are a martial arts scholar, you must be very good at writing, can you teach Anu?"

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

Just when Fang Yue was lost in thought, a timid and cautious voice sounded, naturally it was Yu's daughter Anu.

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

Because the scene is bigger today, more than 20 people are eating, Chen alone must not be able to handle it.

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

Wash, clean, help cook, and cook.

"Well, let me see."

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

Her height was less than half of those children of the same age in her previous life.

At this moment, with her head down, a pair of small hands unconsciously intertwined.

Hearing Fang Yue's words, Anu seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage and looked at Fang Yue, her eyes full of desire.

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

Fang Yue said, and then he wrote "Quiet Night Thoughts" on the ground. While writing, he taught Anu to recite.

In just twenty words, he expressed his homesickness.

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

But in fact, there was still a little bit of homesickness in his bones.

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

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

After about a quarter of an hour, Anu could already write the first five words of the first sentence, and she could also recite the whole poem.

This kind of learning progress made Fang Yue sigh that if Anu studied literature, she might be able to pass the imperial examination.

"Anu, come here quickly, why are you causing trouble for Brother Niyue again!"

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

Fang Yue is now unusual. Although her family's status in the past was not good enough to be a military scholar, let alone a military candidate.

But now, it has come to this.

The family is in decline, her husband died early, and her family dared not 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.

The reputation of their family in the village is not good, and they cannot 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, village entrance.

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 take the top of the case."

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 meeting held by the younger generation in Xiahe County, and distinguished himself at the meeting with his talent and knowledge.

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 try to 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 the second and third place."

Although Liu Chuanzhi said he was 'humble', 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.