"Guizi, you have been home for half a month, how long do you plan to stay?"
Angry congratulations and curses rang out in the peaceful Fengjia Village. The farmers who were carrying hoes and preparing to weed in the fields looked at the direction of the sound for a moment. When they saw a slightly plump young man, he was a little embarrassed.
When he ran out of the house, he continued to work on his own affairs with a smile.
"Dad, I've only been here for a few days, why do you want to drive me away now? Over at the academy, I've already written to the gentlemen and told them, and they granted me a month's leave."
The young man who fled the house in embarrassment turned around, looked at the old man holding a cane at the door, and explained rather aggrievedly.
"What? A month? You bastard, are you still planning to stay at home for such a long time? Then won't you fall behind in your studies at the academy? How can this be done? Get the hell back to the academy. How can you be so slack?"
The old man looked like he hated iron for not becoming steel. After that, he raised his crutch to teach his useless son a lesson.
"Dad, please don't get beaten. I have done my best to fulfill my filial duty at home and take good care of you. If I go back now, I will be scolded by my classmates and gentlemen."
Seeing his old father's posture, Feng Zichuan quickly ran away for a distance and explained helplessly.
Baishan's filial piety comes first. The reason he came back from the academy and asked for leave from the gentlemen was that his eldest son had been abducted and his old father was so angry that he fell ill.
If he went back after such a few days, it would be unreasonable. Someone would definitely gossip about him behind his back, and his reputation would be ruined. If he even wanted to take the imperial examination, he would be exempted from the exam.
"My body is in great shape, what do I need from you?"
When the old man heard what his son said, he threw away the crutch in his hand angrily and limped to punish him.
"Get out of here and study in the academy!"
"grandfather."
At this time, a child walked out of the house and called to the thin old man with gray hair.
"Since my father has free time and can stay at home for more time, can he teach me for a few days? I will go to the county school soon, so I can review it in advance to avoid failing to keep up with the course and making mistakes."
"Review in advance? That's fine."
Because his thick eyebrows were wrinkled, his stern face slowly relaxed and softened. The old man glanced at his son who had fled out of the house, and his tone also softened.
"What are you still looking at there? Why don't you come back quickly and teach my grandson a lesson? Do you want him to be as motivated as you?"
"You old man, please go back to your room and rest first. I'll be back soon."
Finally, all three generations, old, middle and young, entered the house. The old man, whose body was weak from the torment of the past few days, lay down on the bed, while the young man who rushed back was tutoring his son who was about to enter the county school for enlightenment.
"well!"
Lying on the desk, listening to the gentle words in his ears, Feng Bingwen sighed secretly in his heart.
His biological father, Feng Zichuan, was a scholar who had the honor of being a child and was currently working hard to become a scholar.
However, one thing said, he felt that his biological father was not a scholar.
Although his family is not rich, it can be considered a middle-class family. In addition, his great-grandfather was once admitted to the imperial examination, and the family fortune left behind is quite rich.
Therefore, his old father has been studying since he became literate. It can be said that he has never touched the spring water. He has never worked in the fields and has always been out of work. As a result, he has not yet developed productivity in this country.
During the years, I actually gained a lot of weight.
Even so, he only achieved the rank of a child student. Even scholars have a hard time. As for restoring the glory of his ancestors and gaining the rank of a scholar, that can only be a luxury.
Feng Bingwen guessed that the old man didn't expect this anymore. He just hoped that his useless son could be like him and become a scholar at least.
"its not right!"
Feng Bingwen suddenly woke up. In the eyes of the old man, his son's account was considered useless, so his grandson was regarded as a newly opened account. Then the burden of taking the exam and restoring the glory of his ancestors fell on him.
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"well!"
Even after understanding the old man's thoughts, Feng Bingwen sighed in his heart.
What can he do? To be honest, he doesn't like reading very much. He thinks that he is not good at reading. Even if he has knowledge of past lives, it will be of no use in the imperial examination.
If he really wanted to make a name for himself in the imperial examination system, he would have to start all over again. It would be a matter of hard work and hard work.
As for going against the old man's wishes, he is not so conscience-stricken.
Feng Bingwen has not forgotten that on that day, when Ren Yazi was about to take him away by force, the old man stood in front of him without hesitation and was knocked to the ground. He is still injured to this day.
He walks with a limp.
Moreover, after returning home, he also heard from his father that after the old man was found covered in blood at the entrance of the village, the first thing he looked for when he woke up was to look for him.
After confirming that he had been abducted, he went crazy. He found pen and paper, wrote countless letters, and used all his connections to find himself as soon as possible.
And such actions caused the health of this teacher, who was originally relatively strong, to deteriorate visibly.
If Feng Bingwen hadn't come back in time, the old man might have left his hospital bed directly because of depression.
With such a loving and caring heart, Feng Bingwen's heart is not made of iron, so how could he go against the old man's long-cherished wish in this life? If possible, he himself would also like to get a meritorious examination.
Not to mention anything else, with the title of Juren, as long as you do a little work, you can easily enter the yamen and become a high-ranking official. Even if you do nothing else, you can live a life of food and clothing.
In this way, half-heartedly, Feng Bingwen carried a small cloth bag sewn by his mother, containing several books for enlightenment, and officially entered the county school and began his road to the imperial examination.
A few days after he entered the county school, his father, under the old man's repeated urging, took his mother, who had returned home with him, to Qianlong Academy in Longchuan Prefecture and left.
And on the seventh day after Feng Bingwen entered the county school, after school, he was walking home facing the afterglow of the setting sun. However, the eastern sky suddenly swept over a large cloud of clouds, just in the blink of an eye.
It passed over the sky above Feng Bingwen's head, covering the sun that was about to set in the west.
In just a few breaths, the sky became gloomy, and everything between heaven and earth was dark. The dark sky was comparable to the night, and the lightning and thunder that followed added to the horror.