In the sixth year of Hongguang's reign, in early October, the weather became increasingly cold.
Chen Hongyu tightened his clothes and shook his head helplessly.
He hadn't felt this cold feeling for a long time.
It is a pity that among the great Wu, even the Confucian and Taoist monks who are successful in spiritual practice are basically not much stronger physically.
At this moment, several months have passed in the blink of an eye, and there is only more than April left before the county examination next spring.
At this time, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old came towards him, wearing a fur coat and a jade ring on his waist.
At this time, when the young man saw Chen Hongyu, a hint of unnoticeable fear flashed in his eyes, but he still said hello with a smile: "Where are you going, Thirteenth Brother, or should you go to the Master to ask about the scriptures as usual?"
"Yes." Chen Hongyu nodded with a wry smile and said, "My father died young. Unlike Brother Ninth, you still have your Fourth Uncle to teach you."
"The deceased has passed away. Thirteenth brother still has to look forward to the future. Although my uncle has passed away, if there is any difficulty, the brothers and elders in the clan will still help." As he said this, he took it from a servant who was following behind him.
A winter coat was handed to Chen Hongyu.
"The delivery of the family's new winter coat was delayed due to an accident. I knew that my thirteenth brother's life was somewhat difficult, so I asked my servant to rush to make a winter coat.
Although it may not be very precious and the style may not be very good-looking, at least it can keep out the cold."
Saying that, without waiting for Chen Hongyu's reply, he stepped forward and put the winter coat on him, and also helped him tidy it up.
"Thank you, Ninth Brother!" Chen Hongyu felt that some of the chill had dissipated and thanked him quickly.
No matter what the reason is, I have benefited from others.
After a few more pleasantries, he hurried towards Xu Wen's home.
After walking a certain distance, the servant behind him asked a little aggrievedly: "Master, why did you give him all my winter clothes? Isn't he just a side branch? Moreover, you have a competitive relationship with Master, so there is no need to be so polite."
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Hearing the aggrieved words of the servant next to him, Xu Song sighed and rubbed his hands, but did not respond.
"This servant is still a little short-sighted. He cannot be relied on in the future. In the future, his confidant will have to find someone smarter."
The servant is full of complaints, but he doesn't know that he has lost the opportunity to make progress.
After a while, Xu Song finally returned home. In the living room, he saw a middle-aged man in a long gown sitting next to the brazier and reading a book.
When I heard the news of his return, I just raised my head and said lightly: "Back?"
He took off the cloak he was wrapped in and handed it to the servant beside him, and then he sat next to the brazier.
"Father, I just met my thirteenth brother when I came back."
Hearing this, Xuchang finally raised his head and asked: "It's autumn now and the weather is cold. Why did he come out if he didn't stay at home? Could it be that he went to his fourth uncle's house again?"
Clan brother Xu Yan is about to return, and it is said that this time he is planning to bring a junior member of the clan to teach him personally.
Originally, he thought that his son was a sure shot, but he didn't expect that Xu Ping suddenly had an enlightenment recently. Not only was he smarter, but he also studied extremely hard.
Suggestions from these family leaders.
Da Wu was more of a Confucian ruler, and they would also vigorously cultivate good scholars who were born in the family.
But recently, he wanted to temporarily suppress the momentum of his nephew. Although he believed in his son's talent, he still made up his mind to hang out with some old friends.
When it comes to the county examination, as long as his clan nephew is not much better than Xu Song, he can get a better ranking.
Of course, in his opinion, this possibility is very small, but Xu Ping's recent momentum has been too strong, so he needs to prepare for a rainy day.
Everyone has selfish motives, but he still wanted his son to study with Xu Yan.
After all, Xu Yan not only held a high and powerful position, but also had profound attainments in Confucianism and Taoism. However, he initially obtained the title of scholar and did not continue to participate in the imperial examination. Otherwise, the Xu family might now have three candidates.
In his thoughts, Xu Song also recounted the words of the two when they met.
Hearing that he personally put on Chen Hongyu's winter coat, Xuchang laughed and praised: "Yes, this is what a family heir looks like.
Fighting without defeat is the true meaning of family struggle, otherwise internal fighting will aggravate the damage to the family's power.
Even though Xu Ping has been competing with you recently, he is still a member of my Xu family after all, and your behavior reflects your magnanimity."
Xu Song nodded slowly: "Brother Ping and I are brothers. Even if we compete together for the opportunity to stay by Uncle Xu Yan's side, it won't be a bitter enmity.
No matter who achieves more in the future, there will still be an unbreakable blood relationship and we will always help each other."
The Xu family's family is a huge manor located on the outskirts of the county town. It is divided into four parts: southeast, southeast and northwest. Master Xu Wen lives in the east garden.
When they arrived at Xu Wen's residence, they saw that the door was closed, and Chen Hongyu couldn't help but frown slightly.
In the past few months, he has been portraying an image of someone who is suddenly enlightened and hard-working and eager to learn.
In addition to the once-a-day routine of piercing the buttocks, I also often come to the Master for advice, so that he can see the conspicuous progress I have made.
But this time, Xu Wen was not at home, and no servant responded when he knocked on the door.
After a few breaths of silence, Chen Hongyu stood at the courtyard gate and waited.
Not long after, a passing tribesman saw Chen Hongyu standing here and couldn't help but be surprised: "Brother Ping, have you come to ask Uncle Xu Wen for advice again?"
"Yes!" Chen Hongyu said regretfully, "It's a pity that Master is not at home at this time."
"Uncle should have gone to the county to attend a cultural conference. I'm afraid he won't be back until the evening, probably in more than an hour."
Hearing what his uncle said, Chen Hongyu shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Thank you uncle for informing me, but my home is quite far away from here. It's vacation time now, so I'd better wait here for a while!"
Seeing this, the clan uncle exchanged a few words with Chen Hongyu again and hurriedly left. He was just a boy. In recent months, his clan nephew had become famous. He knew what he knew and couldn't give him any advice.
After greeting the uncle, Chen Hongyu stood by the door and waited quietly.
Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
"This, why is the weather so sudden?" Chen Hongyu was surprised, but he still stood there waiting for a moment while thinking about it.
As time went by, the sky gradually became darker, and finally a carriage arrived in the distance.
As soon as Xu Wen got off the carriage, he heard the little maid beside him making a surprised sound.
He couldn't help but look towards the door, and saw a figure standing in front of the door. His body was covered with snowflakes, and the hot breath from his mouth turned into a long sword.