In the following week, Sun Mo's life was uneventful, and he gradually became familiar with the identity of this game character.
He is also called Sun Mo. He passed the imperial examination at the age of twenty and is now a teacher at a county school. He comes from a poor family and has a childhood sweetheart wife.
The two of them were very affectionate. In addition to teaching every day, Sun Mo would go home to study and prepare to go to Beijing the year after next to take the exam and become a Jinshi.
Sun Mo sat by the window, looking at the gloomy moonlight, a little distracted. He didn't know what the conditions for passing this level were?
The resumes of the characters in the game were too simple, and Sun Mo could not find any clues.
"Should we help the Song Dynasty flourish or overthrow it?"
Sun Mo took a sip of tea.
The country he is currently in is also called the Song Dynasty, but the emperor is not named Zhao, and the country has not declined to the point where the people have no means of livelihood.
Using the analogy of the history of large flower growers, the Song Dynasty still had more than three to forty years left.
"Sir, it's getting late, and we have classes tomorrow, so why don't you go to bed early?"
Mei Niang was urging again.
"You go to sleep first!"
Sun Mo has a big head. He is a gentleman, so sharing the same bed every day is the biggest torture for him. After all, the wives in this game are not as beautiful as An Xinhui and Mei Ziyu, but they are still worthy of a full score of seven, and most importantly
He is gentle and virtuous, and everything is centered around Sun Mo.
It can be said that Mei Niang's daily life is centered on Sun Mo, and she puts a lot of effort into making him eat well and sleep well every day.
"If this continues, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to bear it anymore!"
Sun Mo took a deep breath and was hugged by Mei Niang from behind.
"Sir, did the slave family do something wrong? Why have you been so worried these days?"
There was fear in Mei Niang's voice.
"Don't think too much about it, it's a matter of the county school and it doesn't go well."
Sun Mo told a lie.
"If the officials don't like it, then don't go. At worst, I will embroider a few more brocades every month."
Mei Niang felt sorry for her husband, so she held his arms a little harder and put her cheek against his back.
"..."
Feeling Mei Niang's love, Sun Mo suddenly became addicted to this game.
"Sir, the water is getting cold, come and wash your feet!"
Mei Niang pulled Sun Mo to the bedside, made him sit down, then took off his shoes and socks, soaked his feet in the wooden basin, and washed his feet.
The lady's little hands are tender and smooth, and the touch is intoxicating.
…
Sun Mo decided to take action. No matter what, he had to find An Hui and others first, so he decided to continue copying books.
Even though this is a world in a game, Sun Mo still believes that Dream of Red Mansions can be a hit.
After all, the reason why classic masterpieces can be spread to this day means that they have enduring charm and are popular in any era.
In the school, the children were shaking their heads while reading the Three-Character Classic, while Sun Mo was writing the Dream of Red Mansions at his desk. If he didn't leave, the students would not dare to be lazy, and they all looked at Sun Mo sadly.
"Brother Sun, Brother Sun, something happened to your wife!"
A scholar who had a good relationship with him and had had a drink twice rushed in and shouted anxiously.
Sun Mo was so anxious that he stood up and said, "Brother Wang, what's wrong with my wife?"
"I don't know, but it was your Yan Bo who sent the letter!"
Wang Xiucai urged: "Go and have a look!"
Uncle Yan was the helper Sun Mo hired after he won the imperial examination. He was responsible for some chores at home. Other than that, he had no other servants.
As soon as Sun Mo went out, Yan Bo cried and complained.
"Master, something serious has happened!"
It turned out that Mei Niang went to the street today to purchase some new Shu embroidery patterns. Who knew she would run into Pang Jili, a famous second-generation ancestor in this county.
Mei Niang was teased, and during the struggle, in order to keep her integrity, she stabbed Pang Jili with a hairpin and scratched her own face.
"What?"
Sun Mo was shocked, and while running home, he asked, "Is Mei Niang seriously injured?"
"Mei Niang's injuries are not serious, and Pang Jili's injuries are not serious either, but if we offend the Pang family, we will be in trouble."
Yan Bo has a headache.
Pang Jili was the most beloved son of Grand Master Pang at that time. This time he went home to worship his ancestors. In less than a month, he became the evil king of the county and had already harmed many ladies.
Sun Mo rushed home without stopping, and saw many people gathered outside the gate, whispering, and their eyes looking at him were full of sympathy.
If you offend that second-generation ancestor, the Sun family will be doomed.
"Mei Niang!"
Sun Mo rushed into the house.
Several neighbors were chatting with Mei Niang.
"Official!"
Seeing Sun Mo, Mei Niang's tears flowed down her face and she said, "I've caused trouble for you."
"Don't say that!"
Sun Mo hugged Mei Niang. There was a bloodstain on the left side of her face, about six meters long. It could be said that she was disfigured, which made him even more angry.
"Master Sun, please think of a solution quickly. That little demon king is not the one who gets the short end of the stick."
"Yes, let's go hide in the countryside for a few days first?"
"Go quickly!"
An aunt next door kindly reminded me.
"Dalang? What the hell is this name? It's so unlucky!"
Sun Mo frowned, but he also knew that this was the calling habit of Song people.
Mei Niang was even more frightened when she heard the aunts saying it was serious.
"Let's go to the Yamen to file a complaint first!"
Sun Mo stood up and prepared to write a petition first.
"Master Sun, you are really confused. Pang Jili's grandfather is the current grand master. How dare our county grand master accept your petition?"
An aunt lamented that this Sun Dalang really ruined his brain by studying.
"I know!"
What if it works?
But before Sun Mo could finish writing the complaint, the police came to the door.
"Jiaoxi Sun, we are here to arrest the criminal who injured Pang Jili on the order of the county magistrate!"
The middle-aged police officer got straight to the point.
Sun Mo's face turned dark immediately. Wasn't this revenge coming too fast? He immediately went up to him, took out two pieces of broken silver from his pocket, and quietly handed it to the policeman: "I'll go with you!"
Hearing this, Mei Niang became anxious.
"Official!"
Mei Niang rushed over and grabbed Sun Mo's arm: "No!"
"Be good, be obedient, and I'll come back as soon as I go!"
Sun Mo smiled.
"this……"
The catcher frowned.
"I think the policeman also understands what is going on. I will go with you to see the county master!"
Sun Mo spoke.
The policeman hesitated.
"You can't earn anything by helping Pang Jili. And I am also a civil servant after all. I am only twenty years old this year. Even if I am awarded Jinshi in ten years, I will only be thirty years old."
Sun Mo lowered his voice and analyzed the pros and cons. What he meant seemed to be that I have a promising future. If you help me now, I will definitely repay you in the future. But there is also a subtext: if you force me now, I will definitely do it in the future.
Return it a hundredfold.
"Teacher Sun, let's go!"
The policeman quickly made a decision. It was better not to offend the 20-year-old Juren easily. Besides, the suspect was arrested anyway. The big deal was that he would wait for a few days and wait for the situation to become clear before arresting him again.
"Master Sun, what does it matter? Just do it quickly! Your wife is in big trouble this time!"