"My family is rich, with a hundred acres of land, but studying is also very hard. Not only is it hard for me, but the family is even more hard."

When Zhang Modong said this, he was drunk and couldn't help but choke up.

"I had not won the imperial examination before, so my wife had to work hard day and night. She had won the imperial examination better, but she traveled thousands of miles to go through the exam and went through the wind and frost, and she was still alive."

"The one with me is Qian Juren. He is forty-three years old and fell ill on the way. I still remember his sick bones on the boat. He held my hand and was filled with tears. He said, "Good friend, you can still fight for it, but I'm going to travel far."

"I'm afraid I'm going to be the same as him in the future."

"If you fail in the first term, you can bear it. What about the second term and the third term? How many decades will you have?"

"Yang Cizhi, the former dynasty, failed to win for twenty years, let alone us?"

Zhang Modong showed his true feelings, and both of them felt the same way. In ancient times, it took two or three months to travel thousands of miles. How many people fell seriously ill when they arrived in the capital, and some even disappeared directly.

Therefore, it is really a "desperate" and "gambling luck" for people over forty years old to take the exam. After all, only 200,000 candidates can be won, and even talents may not be guaranteed.

The candle burst out with a "pop", Yu Lu's eyes flashed, and he woke up and comforted him quickly. After a while, Zhang Modong came to his senses and raised his glass to wipe his tears: "I have lost my composure, I don't want this wine to be so powerful..."

"The wine is great, it will relieve the depression in my heart. Otherwise, I will get a heart disease sooner or later. Come on, let's drink two more cups!" Fang Xi said as he raised his glass.

"No, I'm drinking too much."

As he was just talking, an old man carrying the guise of "breaking the iron mouth" came up slowly. Perhaps because there were not many people on the second floor, the fortune teller glanced at him and headed straight to the table.

"A few of you are the candidates who come to Beijing to take the exam? The old man has nothing else to do, he is good at fortune telling. He can calculate his future, can make rankings, and he is not allowed to pay for money!"

The old man arrived, and Siswen raised his hand and bowed, and spoke directly.

With such a big tone, everyone was amused. The imperial examination was a ceremony for the imperial examination, and life and death were destined to be rich and noble. If it were in the past, I was afraid that the three of them would wave their hands and let him go somewhere else immediately.

Now after what happened just now, even if Yu Lu was moved, Fang Xi even said directly: "How much does it cost to do a fortune-telling?"

Compared to the past, Fang Xi is much more stable, but who has the foundation is there? He was able to do frivolous things in the past, and is still young now, and his personality is still a bit ostentatious. He is planning to join in the fun at this time.

Yu Lu was a little helpless and glanced at him. In front of Zhang Modong, he did not speak up to make Fang Xi lose face.

The old man directly slapped.

Fang Xi raised his eyebrows and took out a silver ingot from his sleeve: "Oh, is it five liang?"

"No, five hundred taels!"

In fact, Fang Xi asked a little ridiculous. Unexpectedly, the old man, the lion, spoke up and said something jaw-dropping.

Five hundred taels of silver?!

With a "bang", the silver ingot fell on the table and rolled away without falling. Fang Xi was shocked. He thought that this person was a liar before, but now he no longer thought that this person was a liar. How could a liar be so arrogant? He was obviously a lunatic!

It costs 500 taels of silver to calculate a fortune? If it weren't crazy, how dare the lion speak like this?

Really think that reality is a novel in the supplementary Beijing News, and it is always 12,000 taels? You must know that the prince’s annual income is only 20,000 to 30,000 taels.

Fang Xi took back the money directly: "I'm crazy, how can there be such an expensive fortune teller!"

And the old man actually sneered and said, "Of course it's not worth telling fortunes for others, but I just want it!"

It's indeed crazy!

Now, even if Fang Xi doesn't drive people away, Yu Lu will drive people away.

"You father-in-law, you are talking nonsense. The three of us are not planning to tell fortunes. If you want to, please go somewhere else!" Yu Lu was originally gentle and calm to others, and he turned out to drive people coldly.

Fang Xi even said: "Let's go quickly, all three of us are short of money, but we can't pay 500 taels of silver."

As a result, two people drove away, but Zhang Modong suddenly said, "Old sir, please stay."

"Brother Zhang..." Fang Xi was shocked: "You shouldn't be..."

Impossible, right? Fang Xi felt incredible. Did Zhang Modong actually believe such nonsense?

Zhang Modong didn't even look at the two of them, staring at the old man in front of him, and asked, "Five hundred taels, but do you have to take it out at one time?"

The old man smiled mysteriously and took out a folding fan from his cloth bag on his back, but did not open it directly. He just shook it at the three of them: "This folding fan is worth 100 taels. You guys want to give it a try?"

Zhang Modong was silent for a moment, and actually took out a stack of small silver notes, pointed out a hundred taels of silver notes, and handed over it.

The old man took it and ordered it, and then he made sure it was correct, so he stuffed the folding fan into Zhang Modong's hand.

Zhang Modong opened it directly and looked at it. With a "bang", the folding fan unfolded, it turned out to be a fan on the white background with only one side of it.

"What is the unparalleled national hero?"

These six words appeared on the fan. Yu Lu and Fang Xi looked at it and were a little confused. What do these six words mean?

Could it be that people who can say that this fan can become unparalleled national soldiers? This is a bit too ridiculous!

But looking at Zhang Modong's expression, it didn't seem disappointed, but staring at the words on the fan, revealing a hint of joy.

"Old sir, what's the rest?" Zhang Modong raised his head and asked the fortune teller.

The fortune teller smiled and said, "The rest cannot be calculated alone, it requires four hundred taels!"

Four hundred taels of silver, this is not a small amount, Zhang Modong showed a dilemma.

"Why, I can't pay 400 taels of silver? That old man is leaving." The fortune teller made a move and was about to leave. Zhang Modong hurriedly said, "Let's go, I'm not enough for one person, but the three of us can buy together!"

As he said that, he looked at Yu Lu and Fang Xi and said sincerely: "Brother Yu, Brother Fang, I still have 400 taels of silver. Why don't we buy it together? What do you think?"

The fortune teller smiled and said, "I couldn't buy it together, but during the Chinese New Year, I will give you a discount and give you another 400 taels. I will give you the remaining folding fan. If it is wrong, please ask me for money with the fan."

As soon as these words were said, Yu Lu and Fang Xi both felt a slump in their hearts.

If they had not had Taisun’s reminder, they were afraid that they would not think so much. Due to their affection, they might have lent Zhang Modong some money in the end.

Zhang Modong said it was a joint purchase, and with his own personality, he would probably refuse and borrow some.

But with the reminder of the grandson, it was difficult for the two of them not to think in that terrible direction.

The two of them looked at each other and realized something. Yu Lu shook his head and said, "Zi doesn't speak strange powers and gods, Brother Zhang, I don't believe in fortune telling."

Zhang Modong advised: "Then just treat it as lending it to me. When I go back, I will repay you. How about it?"

With Zhang Modong's wealth, he wouldn't have lost 400 taels of silver.

With Yu Lu and Fang Xi’s wealth, they were able to take out the money and they did carry hundreds of taels of silver notes on reserved.

After all, people in the capital always have all kinds of expenses, and the two companies do not lack money. Moreover, no one in the capital is assured to put valuables in the room, so naturally they have to carry the silver notes in close proximity.
Chapter completed!