I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 36 Thunderstorm
"Nizi, you have been home for half a decade, how long are you going to wait?"

Angry congratulations and curses sounded in the peaceful Fengjia Village. The farmers who were carrying hoes and were about to weed the fields looked at the direction of the sound for a while, when they saw a fat young man running away in embarrassment. When he left the house, he smiled and continued to work on his own affairs.

"Father, I've only been here for a few days. Why are you driving me away? I've already sent a letter to the academy and told the gentlemen that they've granted me a month's leave."

The young man who escaped from the house turned around, looked at the old man who was leaning on crutches to support him at the door, and explained rather aggrieved.

"What? One month? You bastard, you're still planning to stay at home for such a long time? Then your studies in the academy are about to fall? How can this work? Go back to the academy quickly, how can you be so slack?"

The old man looked like he hated iron for being weak. After all, he raised his crutches to teach his useless son a lesson.

"Father, don't beat me up. I'll be a filial piety at home. Can't I go after you take care of me? If I go back, I'll be poked and scolded by my classmates and teachers."

Seeing his old father in such a posture, Feng Zichuan quickly fled for a distance, explaining helplessly.

All goodness and filial piety come first.When he came back from the academy, the reason he asked for leave with the gentlemen was that the eldest son was kidnapped and the old father was so angry that he fell ill.
If he went back after such a few days, he couldn't justify it. Someone would definitely chew his tongue behind his back, and his reputation would be rotten. If he wanted to take the imperial examination, he would even be exempted from the examination qualification.

"My body is very good, what do I need from you?"

Hearing what his son said, the old man threw the crutch in his hand angrily, and limped to punish him.

"Hurry up and go to the academy to study!"

"grandfather."

At this time, a child came out of the house and called out to the thin old man with gray hair,

"Since my father has free time, he can stay at home for a few more days. Can he teach me for a few days? I'm going to the county school soon, so I can review my homework in advance, so as not to catch up and make mistakes."

"Pre-review? That's fine."

Because of the furrowing of thick eyebrows, the stern face slowly loosened and became relaxed. The old man glanced at his son who had fled the house, and his tone became calm.
"What are you still looking at? Why don't you hurry back and teach my grandson a lesson. Do you want him to be as unmotivated as you are?"

"You old man, go back to your room to rest first, and I'll be right back."

In the end, all three generations, old, middle and young, entered the house. The old man, who was weak from the tossing and tossing for several days, lay down on the bed, and the young man who rushed back was tutoring the son of Kaimeng who was about to enter the county school.

"Ugh!"

Leaning on the desk, listening to the gentle words in his ears, Feng Bingwen secretly sighed in his heart.

His biological father, Feng Zichuan, is a scholar who has a reputation as a child and is currently working hard to pass the examination for a scholar.

However, there is one thing to say, he feels that his biological father does not seem to be material for studying.

Although his family is not considered wealthy, it is still considered a middle-class family. In addition to the great-grandfather who was admitted to Juren, the family fortune left behind is quite rich.

Therefore, his old father has been studying since he became literate. It can be said that his ten fingers are not in the sun, he has never worked in the field, and he has always been out of production, so that he is in this place where the productivity is not yet developed. In the [-]s, he actually gained a lot of fat.

Even so, he only got the fame of a boy student, and even a scholar is a bit difficult. As for restoring the glory of his ancestors and obtaining the fame of juren, that can only be an extravagant hope.

Feng Bingwen reckoned that the old man didn't expect this, but just hoped that this useless son would be like him, and at least be a scholar.

"its not right!"

Feng Bingwen woke up suddenly. In the eyes of the old man, his son's account was considered useless, so his grandson was regarded as a new trumpet, and the burden of taking the exam and restoring the glory of the ancestors fell on him.

"Ugh!"

Even though he understood the old man's thoughts, Feng Bingwen just sighed in his heart.

what can he doTo be honest, he doesn't like reading very much, and he doesn't think he is a material for reading. Even if he has previous life knowledge, he doesn't have the slightest advantage in the imperial examination.

If he really wanted to make a name for himself in the imperial examination system, he would have to start all over again. Then it would be a real challenge for him to learn and work hard.

As for going against the old man's wishes, he is not so conscientious.

Feng Bingwen did not forget that on that day, when Ren Yazi was going to take him away forcibly, the old man stood in front of him without hesitation, and was knocked down to the ground. His body is still wounded to this day. Walking with a limp.

Besides, after returning home, he also heard from his father that after the old man was discovered at the entrance of the village covered in blood, the first thing he did when he woke up was to look for him.

After confirming that he had been trafficked, he became even more insane. He found a pen and paper, wrote countless letters, and used all his contacts, trying to find him as soon as possible.

And this kind of behavior is to make the body of this teacher, who is still in good health, deteriorate visibly to the naked eye.

If it wasn't for Feng Bingwen's return in time, the old man might just drive west on the sickbed because of depression.

With such a caring heart, Feng Bingwen's heart is not made of iron, so how could he violate the old man's long-cherished wish in this life?If possible, he himself would also like to take the exam for a job title.

Among other things, with the fame of raising people, as long as you do a little work, you can easily enter the Yamen and become a high-ranking petty official. Even if you don't do anything else, you can live comfortably all your life.

In this way, under half push and half push, Feng Bingwen took the small cloth bag sewn by his mother, which contained a few books for enlightenment, and officially stepped into the threshold of the county school and started his road of imperial examination.

And a few days after he entered the county school, under the repeated urging of the old man, his father took his mother who went home with him to Qianlong Academy in Longchuan Prefecture and left.

And on the seventh day after Feng Bingwen entered the county school, after school, he was walking on his way home facing the afterglow of the Xishen sun.

Suddenly, the sky in the east swept over a large cloud very abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, it swept across the sky above Feng Bingwen's head, covering the sun that was about to set in the west.

In just a few breaths, the sky was gloomy, and the sky and the earth were dark. The dark sky was comparable to the night, and the lightning and thunder that followed made it even more terrifying.

(End of this chapter)