Wu Jin went back with a basket full of elm money. When he walked in the door, Wu Yi had already returned home. He was wearing a coat and eating clear water in the yard with his two thin arms exposed.
When he saw the elm money, he cheered and stopped eating. He hurriedly asked his mother to make pancakes. Wu's mother scolded him as "a rat can't save overnight food." He spread the elm money in the kitchen and prepared to spread the pancakes in the morning.
He also took the time to peel two candied date rice dumplings and brought them out to Wu Jin.
Seeing that Wu Jin was eating the rice dumplings very quickly, she quickly went to the kitchen to fry two more eggs: "Boss, is that enough?"
"That's enough." Wu Jin waved his hand.
Wu's mother felt sad when she saw that his clothes were thin and he was getting thinner with only bones left. She also saw that Wu Yi was eager to try the rice dumplings and fried eggs, so she immediately reached out and gave him a hard blow on the head.
Wu Yi was beaten inexplicably and did not dare to fight back. He could only put his tail between his legs and put out his chopsticks to pull all the remaining noodles in the bowl into his mouth. He swallowed it in one gulp. There was only a little clear soup left in the bowl. There was no oil or meat, and
There was no difference between the salted pot water and he drank it too.
Put the bowl back in the kitchen, then wash up and go back to the house to sleep.
Wu Jin ate, drank some water, took a shower with cold water to wash away the fatigue and drowsiness all over his body, and lit a lamp in the house to write a diary.
"On the eighth day of April in the twenty-fifth year of Yuan Zhang, it rained lightly.
An accident occurred at the racecourse. Seven people died, including three Qiang people, and countless others were injured.
These people don't even have names, but they embellish the border disputes and are part of this war. They are an afterimage of Jin Lu's hand reaching out to Kyoto, and they are also part of the conspiracy."
Night shadows came over, spreading like thick ink into the house. The door opened, and Wu Yi entered the kitchen again. Hungry, he rummaged through the boxes and secretly peeled rice dumplings to eat.
The small noises in the home, together with the sounds outside, seemed to exaggerate that nothing was happening.
Only Wu Jin was left, putting his pen on the paper and tearing up the cloth covering up the truth.
"I have doubts about today's matter.
One is the Fengfeng Dao - who gave Jinlu the Fengfeng Dao?
Jin Lu didn't even touch the edge of the blueprint, but he was able to get a Fengfeng Knife directly. It could only be because of an inside job in the North and South Workshops.
There are forbidden army handles in the North and South workshops, and there are more than 8,000 soldiers and craftsmen inside. Anyone who comes in or out must be stripped for inspection. How can you bring out the Fengfeng knife without operating it for several years in the North and South workshops?
I suspect that Ambassador Mo Jiedu and Mr. Zhao did it secretly. These two men pushed Mo Lingfeng into the light, but they were acting in secret. Unless all the golden captives are wiped out, the war will continue, and the Mo family can encroach on the fortress.
As we expand our military power day by day and secure our borders, no one will be able to overthrow them.
If it doesn't work this time, there will definitely be a next time, and the Fengfeng Dao will eventually be useless.
He and they have sharp blades in their hands, but they are not like the common people in the world. They are all doing it for me and our small family."
He dipped another stroke of ink and continued writing: "Second, where did Yin Nan go?
At such a dangerous moment, what did Mo Lingfeng do when he sent her back to the city?
I'm afraid it has something to do with the North and South workshops.
The brother and sister went their own way, but Mo Lingfeng was still walking on Mo Qianlan's path unknowingly.
Just like two tigers, the young tiger still has compassion at this time, but will eventually grow into the same tiger, becoming ferocious and ruthless.
A fierce tiger walks in the world and needs a cage that can both protect her and control her. I want to be an official and serve in court not only for my inner ambitions, but also to stand on a high place to protect her and restrain her."
He put down his pen and lit today's diary on an oil lamp. The fire suddenly started and a lone wild goose flew out of the window.
The shadow of the wild geese faded away, and the shadow of the swallow came again, crows and chirps outside the house, falling in Wu Jin's ears, making the night more and more quiet.
At half past midnight of the next day, he turned over and sat up. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. He got up and opened the door, scooped out a basin of water, squatted on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, poured water on his face, and poured it on his face.
I rubbed it hard and washed it three times before I felt energetic again.
The rooster at the widower's house crowed, and Wu's mother also opened the door and came out, saying in a hoarse voice: "Boss, I'll fry Yuqian cakes, and you can go get some sleep. Don't go to the racecourse to sell cakes today."
"I'm not going to sleep anymore," Wu Jin got up and went to get the tooth wood, "I'll go back and read for a while. The bookstore is closed today and I'm going to study in the state."
After he finished chewing the wood, he went back to his room to read the policy questions assigned by Zhou Xue three days ago.
"The sage Gai said that if one relaxes but does not relax, civil and military officials cannot do it. If one relaxes but does not relax, civil and military officials cannot do it. One step at a time and relax is the way of civil and military affairs. Nowadays, wars are happening one after another. How can there be relaxation? Xiangzhu."
He only answered half of the question. He got up early just to finish the question.
Studying his ink and picking up his pen, he carefully considered every word and every sentence, and answered with selflessness. At the end of the Yin period, he put down his pen and hurried to the kitchen for breakfast. Wu's mother left him three fried golden Yuqian cakes. He ate one and the other two.
Wrap it up and set aside.
After changing into a t-shirt, putting on Tang scarf, rolled up the rice paper with dried ink stains, hooked the oil paper bag with one finger, and hurried out to go to the state school.
At the gate of Zhou School, Cheng Ting followed several classmates arrogantly as he walked in, dragging the big yellow dog with one hand. The big yellow dog had eaten delicacies from the mountains and seas in Mofu and did not want to go back to Zhou to learn to eat glutinous vegetables, but Cheng Tingqiang took him back.
So he and Cheng Ting walked left and right, stretching the dog's leash to the extreme.
Seeing Wu Jin, the big yellow dog burst into tears and let out a "woo", feeling extremely aggrieved.
Cheng Ting stopped and stuffed the remaining half of the bun into the big yellow dog's mouth. The big yellow dog ate it and continued to ignore him.
Wu Jin handed him the oil paper bag: "Yu Qian Cake."
Cheng Ting chuckled, ate a piece in twos, and then pointed at the scroll in his hand: "What kind of homework is this?"
"Cewen."
"Are you going to give me some advice today?"
The three close friends who were with him all looked "done", and one of them hesitated: "How do you remember it was the day after tomorrow?"
"It seems like tomorrow."
"It's not today anyway."
"Don't believe Wu Jin. He is an auditor. He must have been standing outside the teaching building and didn't hear clearly."
Wu Jin smiled and said, "Today is the day. I came here specially from the bookstore on vacation."
There was a cry of mourning immediately at the gate of Zhouxue. When it was time for the policy inquiry class, these four people became auditors together with Wu Jin, standing outside the teaching building, listening to the teacher's scolding with red faces.
After reprimanding these four unskilled students, Wu Jin began to comment on their homework one by one. Wu Jin listened attentively, especially when it came to commenting on his homework, he did not dare to relax at all.
The weather is neither cold nor hot, and the fragrance of flowers is steaming up with the dry warm wind, making people drowsy. Occasionally, a breeze blows out the sound of waves.
The sound of reading loudly, the sound of lectures, the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects, and the sound of wind interweave a carefree early summer.
Cheng Ting was drowsy, his eyes were dull, and he was whispering to the people around him in a very low voice.
"What do you want to eat for lunch today?"
"Third brother, eat rice dumplings."
"The Dragon Boat Festival is only a month away, so why are we eating rice dumplings? It's definitely not the case."
"Absolutely. I saw my aunt packing it yesterday and also bought candied dates."
"Hey, I don't like this sweet food the most," Cheng Ting smacked his lips, "Er Gouzi loves it, but it's a pity that she can't come back to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival."