Sheng Fu

Chapter 69 I Probably Won't Meet Again
In the middle of the night, Qingshui Village was peaceful and quiet, and the snow was shining with silver light.

The first thing Yu Wenjun did when he returned to his residence was to make himself a pot of hot tea. On the way back, Yu Wenjun had already changed into black clothes. The blood-stained brocade clothes on his body were rubbed directly with real yuan. It is broken into powder, and as the snowflakes fly away, it is best to clean up the traces for insurance.

Naturally, crude tea cannot be compared with the fragrance of the snow. If I knew this, I should have asked Jing Peiyao to bring back some fragrance from the snow. Just drinking a small meal will not affect it.

Tuk Tuk Tuk…

There was a knock on the door, and Yuwenjun replied softly, "Come in."

Wang Yan came with a lunch box. Seeing Yuwenjun's pale and haggard expression, he subconsciously asked worriedly, "Is your son infected with the cold?"

Yuwen Jun replied: "That's not true. I met a black bear in a narrow area in the mountain, fought head-on, and was slapped by the bear's paw. It's good to rest for a few days."

Wang Yan looked at Yuwenjun in astonishment, and soon Wang Yan was relieved again, a noble son like Yuwenjun, who has cultivated both civil and military since childhood, although he looks fine-skinned and tender, he really fights, and most people are really not opponents.

Diligently opened the lunch box, which contained chicken soup and dumplings. He smiled and said, "After hearing the sound of horse hooves, I asked my wife to prepare some food. This chicken soup is still fresh, stewed by the old hen just killed today."

Yuwenjun is in a good mood, and I have to say that this chicken soup came at a good time. Although the battle with the man in black saved him from worrying about his life because he entered the peak of Chengsheng, it still hurt Yuwenjun in the end.

The nourishing properties of chicken soup are not great for Yu Wenjun, or even negligible, but Wang Yan's intention still makes Yuwenjun feel the feeling of sending charcoal in the snow. When he is in a good mood, his vitality will naturally recover faster.

While drinking chicken soup, he asked, "How did the children study during the two days I was away?"

Wang Yan replied cheerfully: "It's better than the son imagined, the children have memorized the last paragraph of knowledge left by the son in their hearts, and they have written it down many times in the grass school. discuss."

"This period of knowledge is simple and great, and it is not suitable for use in Qingshui Village, but because of this, the older generation also sees the hope of prosperity for the next generation."

"Especially the sentence "Who is who you are, who is who you meet" is quite touching."

"Even many long-tongued women have stopped gossiping these two days."

"Having mastered the knowledge left by the son, not to mention the children, even the adults realize that our Qingshui Village is still too small after all, and there are many possibilities between heaven and earth still waiting to be discovered, and some people have actually become enlightened. already."

"Of course, all of this is because the son's guidance is in place."

The unexpected flattery almost made Yuwenjun choke.

Wang Yan changed his words and said: "Wang Boye left the village after leaving a piece of silver for the family. Wang Zhen doesn't care, but Wang Boye's mother is very anxious."

"Could it be that this is also the arrangement of the son."

It is normal for women and people to worry about their son, but Wang Boye suddenly left just before the Chinese New Year. The mother was worried that her son would not be angry, so she went to a place where no one was around to kill herself.

Wang Yan came to ask about the matter, nothing more than to ask for peace of mind from Yuwenjun, and to give the Wang family a reasonable explanation.

Yuwenjun said: "I told Wang Boye's mother in private that I gave her son a clear path. It might endure hardship. Within three or five years, Wang Boye may not be able to come back to see her."

"But there will be no fear of life, don't worry."

Wang Yan's heart sank. He couldn't see his son for three to five years. This is a cruel thing for a mother who loves her son.

Yu Wenjun added: "There is no need to explain to Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen's mind has been set, and his concept will not change. In essence, Wang Zhen doesn't like his son."

Wang Yanhu questioned: "Can this be seen?"

Yu Wenjun said with a weird smile: "Some people live in their own vanity and their own face all their lives, and they can't get out of it."

"Unless you encounter a life-and-death crisis, or there are strong winds and waves, there is a certain possibility that you will wake up."

"Wang Zhen will not encounter life and death difficulties in this life, nor will he have the ability and opportunity to experience strong winds and waves."

Wang Yan knew it, he didn't ask Yu Wenjun what kind of clear path he gave Wang Boye, let alone ask Yu Wenjun to give his son a clear path.

It's true that there is such a fluke in my heart, but how old is my son, even if he guides a clear path, Wang Shen's current age can't control it.

"Understood, son, rest early." Wang Yan bowed slightly and slowly stepped back.

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For the next few days, Yu Wenjun was always in the grass school. The children could ask questions about anything they didn't understand. Even the adults who stole the lessons did not understand anything, and they also asked questions along with them.

Answering questions and solving doubts, preaching and teaching, and letting the snow blow, the fire around the grass school has never been extinguished.

Yuwen-jun has had a very fulfilling few days, and by the way, the joy of entering the peak of Chengsheng has been diluted a lot. Yuwen-jun is not a brave and ruthless person, but if it involves his own realm and cultivation, if there is a chance to transcend the present In fact, Yu Wenjun is more ruthless than anyone else, and he is more ruthless to himself.

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Wang Zhong, the magistrate of Taiping County, brought a carriage and several attendants to welcome Yu Wenjun back to the imperial capital.

On this day, all the young and old of Qingshui Village walked out of the house, walked out of the village entrance, and said goodbye to Yuwen-jun from the bottom of their hearts. fell into silence.

After this departure, probably in this life I will never meet again with this noble son from the imperial capital...

There was no meticulous farewell ceremony, and no souvenirs for Yuwenjun, but Wang Yan and most people in the village discussed it. When the spring of next year begins, he will go to the mountains to cut down a good aniseed, and let the villagers The carpenter built a statue of Yuwenjun and erected the statue of Yuwenjun in the center of the village.

Inside the carriage were a copper stove, a simple table, and some fruit snacks.

Naturally, this carriage cannot be compared with that of His Royal Highness the King of Peace, but when he rode in the carriage of King Ping, King Ping did not personally accompany Yuwenjun.

Wang Zhong's intention is still very real.

"I have a general understanding of the situation in Qingshui Village. After the spring of next year, I will find a teacher who will come to Qingshui Village to continue the class. As for any expenses such as pen, ink, paper, inkstone, books, boxes, clothing, etc., all expenses will be allocated from the treasury of Taiping County. "Wang Zhong said with a smile.

Yuwenjun originally wanted to eat grapes, but there were no grapes in the fruit plate. Wang Zhong was only a county magistrate and could not eat good fruit or drink good wine or tea.

He frowned slightly and said, "This will help Qingshui Village a little bit. After the rest of the villages and towns know about it, their hearts will inevitably be unbalanced. Once this bowl of water is not level, it may trigger a small-scale civil upheaval."

"I left a period of learning, and they just follow my train of thought."

"The rest of the teachers may not be able to easily get started with those children. If the teacher is a very utilitarian person, it will disrupt my layout."

"Don't let it go."

Wang Zhong thought about it carefully, Yuwenjun is one of the four leaders of the White Deer Pavilion, and the knowledge ink in his stomach can't be compared by ordinary teachers.

Not to mention an ordinary teacher, I am afraid that the knowledge in the stomach of the county magistrate is not as good as the noble son next to him.

(End of this chapter)