Beside the well, a strong-looking child stopped an old man with gray hair. Under the admiration of others, he picked up two wooden buckets filled with water, one in each hand, and then kicked up the water with his two calves.
He pedaled very fast and carried the water to his home.
"It's incredible. This kid is only seven years old this year. He is so energetic. It will be even better when he grows up!"
An idle man squatted by the well, looking at the child carrying water home, he couldn't help but admire it.
"With this attitude, I think he can carry a cow when he grows up!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are blind, and you don't even know whose grandson that is. He is just like us, foraging for food in the fields, while he eats ink."
"Hey, you can't say for sure. Things have changed. The previous generation of his family was a scholar. When it comes to his father, he can only be a scholar. When it comes to his father, it is even worse, so he can barely live as a child."
"Before you laugh at others, take a look at your appearance first. Even if Xiaowen's father is just a child, he is still dozens of times stronger than you. He can still work in the Yamen with just a few connections. Can you do that?
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"Are you looking for a fight, mother-in-law? Didn't I mean that his family is in decline? Each generation is not as good as the last, and I don't think Xiaowen is the material for reading."
"You don't care whether they are good at studying or not. With their body and bones, even farming will definitely lead a more comfortable life than you."
The idle people in the village gathered around the well and chatted about their parents' affairs. Feng Bingwen, who was holding a bucket of water in one hand, had a sharp ear and eyesight. He could hear a little bit of the conversation behind him, but he didn't care.
People in the countryside just have little knowledge, and they are neither stupid nor stupid. His changes in the past six months cannot be excused simply by using the excuse of growing taller.
But his family can call themselves a scholarly family even if they are shameless. Although each generation is not as good as the previous generation, they are still a respectable family in this land of ten miles and eighty villages, and there is no need to explain anything.
After carrying water and returning home, Feng Bingwen took the initiative to do all the laborious work. He was not a good eater, oh, no, he was quite gluttonous, but he was not lazy.
But being so diligent makes another elderly person in the family look down upon him.
"Calculating your age, you are already seven years old. You can go to the county to study. It is not a problem to hang around at home all day. You will pack up tomorrow and go to the county with me."
During dinner, Feng Lingjun, who had returned from school in the county, suddenly spoke. Feng Bingwen was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed joy. However, the old woman beside him was a little unhappy.
"Wen'er is so young, just let him study!"
"Seven years old is not young anymore."
Feng Lingjun glanced at his old wife and explained.
"The Mengshan Mansion next door produced a child prodigy who could recite poems and compose poems at the age of seven. Wen'er only started elementary school at the age of seven, which was already very late."
"child prodigy?"
But after hearing these words, grandma curled her lips disapprovingly.
"There are only a few prodigies in the entire Daqian. Is it interesting to compare your grandson with someone like this?"
"Oh, that's not what I meant."
Feng Lingjun picked up the chopsticks and shook them,
"I'll take him to the school tomorrow to have a look, and then I'll go sit with Dr. Zhang and let Dr. Zhang take Wen'er's pulse."
"Then go early tomorrow and come back early."
After saying this, grandma no longer objected, and even quite agreed with it.
Feng Bingwen was eating at the side without saying a word. The two old men were also a little uneasy about the changes in his body. They were not people who lived haphazardly.
As for Feng Bingwen himself, he does not dislike going to school. It can even be said that he is looking forward to it. He is not looking forward to studying and participating in the imperial examination to gain fame.
He still knows how much he weighs. If he works hard, he can probably live like a boy. If he studies hard, he can probably become a scholar. As for the examination of people, he can set long-term goals and don't want to be a scholar.
What he really cares about is good deeds. Six months ago, he exchanged one hundred good deeds for a bird holding a red fruit. After taking the red fruit, his body became stronger and stronger, and the benefits could be felt intuitively and clearly.
Having tasted the sweetness, he naturally wanted to do it a second time or a third time, but it took him several years of hard work to accumulate his previous good deeds, mainly saving some poor toads and dragonflies from the hands of naughty children.
Such beneficial insects.
But this is too slow. Feng Bingwen is not satisfied with this, but so what if he is not satisfied. There are only a dozen or so families in Fengjia Village, and his scope of activities is only so small. Even if he has the intention to do good, he is powerless.
But now, the old man is willing to arrange for him to study in a school in the county, which is naturally a good thing. The scope of this activity has expanded many times, and naturally there are more opportunities to do good deeds.
Therefore, early the next morning, Feng Bingwen put on his clothes early and sat in the hall to wait, without any need for the elderly at home to shout. He looked eager to try.
"gone!"
Feng Bingwen didn't pay much attention to his grandson's appearance, he just regarded it as a child's expectation and curiosity for new things.
Feng Bingwen was indeed curious about the county town not far from Fengjia Village, and even had expectations. However, when he arrived in Qingshan County, which was only more than half an hour away from Fengjia Village, his original expectations turned into disappointment.
How should I put it? In the feudal era, a small county town with no reputation could not compare with the prosperity of modern society, even ordinary towns.
"This is Qingshan City!"
Standing in front of the low and dilapidated city gate, the child's tone was filled with undisguised disappointment.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Feng Lingjun was surprised by his grandson's attitude. Shouldn't the children in the village be amazed when they see the county town?
"I feel so small!"
In fact, it was not a feeling. Feng Bingwen really felt that this county town was very small. Before he entered the city, he saw the city wall opposite. The city could be seen to the end at a glance.
"There are nearly 30,000 households in Xiaoqingshan County and 100,000 residents. Even in the entire Longchuan Prefecture, it is ranked among the top ten counties!"
"oh!"
Feng Bingwen nodded, and couldn't help but be amazed when he saw the old man who seemed to be a bit proud.
One hundred thousand people. If he remembered correctly, where he came from, there were many communities with more than this number of people living there.
But yes, the levels of development are different. Such a comparison is purely rogue and meaningless.
"Brother Wenzi! Brother Wenzi!"
At this time, a rather surprised and excited voice came from behind. Feng Bingwen turned his head and looked around, and immediately saw a rather familiar figure.
"Orange! Why are you here?"
Feng Bingwen was quite surprised to see the little guy in front of him who was a head shorter than him. He was a urchin in the village, nearly a year younger than him.
"I came to the market with my father. My father said that after selling the chickens, he would buy me candied haws to eat!"
The children smiled happily with anticipation on their faces.