After eating five buns, the feeling of hunger finally left him.

Chen Qingyun quickly found a small inn and stayed at a price of 10 cents a night.

The environment of the inn that is ten minutes a night is naturally not very good, almost the same as the woodshed room, and the paper-paste windows are even more leaking. In the cold autumn, people can't help but tremble.

Chen Qingyun endured the cold, opened the window and door, and saw the full moon hanging in the sky at a glance.

At this time, the moon was almost complete, with only a little missing on the edge, and the moonlight shone, showing a little light.

"one day.

One day, it will be the full moon day in January.

Then, it is also the time when the last layer of the sealing fine lines of my pendant is untied. I hope that by then, there will be a pleasant change."

Chen Qingyun touched the pendant on his neck, tightened his sleeves, but did not close the window. Instead, he turned around and opened the book box, took out a book from it, spread it out, and watched it through the moonlight.

This is a book of poetry he carried with him.

Although he had already prepared almost the imperial examination, he still had to often take out books to figure it out, understand the meaning of the classics, and obtain new principles.

An hour later, when his palms were almost frozen and his face and ears were almost frozen red, he finally closed the book, put the Book of Songs back in the book box, and saw a scroll in the book box.

"It depends on you whether you can get the insurance for the student tomorrow."

Chen Qingyun muttered, carefully placed the bookcase at the head of the bed, then closed the window, and actually started to take off his clothes and fall asleep.

The next day, Chen Qingyun woke up early, washed up and cleaned up, folded the quilts in the inn, and then ate a three-cent breakfast in the inn, and then checked the room.

Then, he walked directly to Qinghe Street, Mojiang County.

In Mojiang County, there are actually many scholars with scholars who are famous for their fame, but there are relatively few who can become students in the imperial examination.

And even fewer people can be known to Chen Qingyun and have some impression of him.

Dean Zhang of Yunhe Academy was counted as one, while the other, named Yang Zhengxiu, and Chen Qingyun's father Chen Boqian, were scholars who passed the exam at the same time and had a source of classmates. He both came when his father returned and died of illness.

Therefore, after Dean Zhang refused to protect him, the first thing he thought of was Yang Zhengxiu.

Long before, he had found out about Yang Xiucai's residence, so he walked along the way and soon arrived at a mansion.

This is an old-fashioned house that looks a bit old but covers an extremely wide area. The threshold is slightly higher. There is also a side door next to the main entrance. Above the main entrance, the word "Yang Mansion" is written.

This is the residence of Yang Xiucai Yang Zhengxiu.

After a little hesitation, Chen Qingyun tidied up his sleeves and went forward to knock on the door.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

With a creaking sound, the side door opened, and a man who looked like a concierge stretched out his head and asked, "Who are you, what's the matter?"

"Hello, I am Chen Qingyun, the son of Chen Boqian in Yunwu Village. I have something to ask for a meeting with Mr. Yang, so please inform me."

Chen Qingyun gave a scholar ceremony and said.

"The son of Chen Boqian, Yunwu Village? I don't know him.

My master met an important guest head-on. If you don’t see outsiders at this time, you might as well ask for a visit.”

The concierge thought about it and did not have this name in his mind. He knew that he was not an important person and immediately said impatiently.

Those who can be a gatekeeper are smart, smart, knowledgeable, and remembered people. They will have a clear idea of ​​who is in the county, their identity, their relationship, and whether they can offend them.

Although Chen Qingyun's father had a high status before, he was dismissed from his fame and had passed away for three years, so naturally not many people remember it.

"My father and Mr. Yang are scholars who passed the exam at the same time. They have a source of classmates. Please go and report it."

Chen Qingyun was unwilling to give up easily and said repeatedly.

While speaking, he also took a step forward and handed over a string of scattered copper coins.

As the saying goes, the King of Hell is easy to mess with, the little ghost is difficult to deal with, and he has something to ask for, so he naturally lowers his attitude.

When the concierge heard that the other party's father and his master were scholars of the same period, he felt a little nervous, but he was a little cautious, and with the copper coins in his hand... his face relaxed and he said, "You wait at the door first!"

Then, with a "bang", the small door closed.

Seeing this, Chen Qingyun was not angry, but just stood at the door and waited silently.

...

In the Yang family's mansion, in the living room.

A thin middle-aged man with short beards was sitting opposite an old man in a wide robe.

"Teacher, you are busy with official business, but you rarely come to me. Today I am here, so you can't rush to leave. I have ordered people to prepare wine and dishes, especially the peach wine, which is said to be made from the monkey wine and koji brewed by Shanshan Monkey, and will never disappoint the teacher."

"Today, nothing is wrong."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, a person who looked like a concierge walked in and said, "Master, there is a person who claims to be your classmate's son outside the door, come to pay a visit."

"My classmate, who?"

The middle-aged man asked casually.

"It's called Chen Boqian..."

"Chen Boqian? But the one who was demoted to his home five years ago?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, the old man looked moved and asked quickly.

"It must be him. Three years ago, when he passed away, I went to see him.

Speaking of which, he was really a pity..."

The middle-aged man sighed.

"Since it is your old friend's son, the other party must ask for something when he comes to the door, so he might as well meet him at first."

At this time, the old man couldn't help but say.

"It's time to meet you." The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Let him come in."

...

After a stick of incense, the door opened again. The doorman looked at Chen Qingyun and said, "Come in, the master promised to see you."

"Thank you."

Chen Qingyun relaxed and hurriedly thanked him.

Then, he followed the gatekeeper and entered the courtyard.

When he entered the house, Chen Qingyun realized that it was even more spacious than he had imagined.

Not only are there many flowers and plants planted in the yard, but there is also a pond of nearly 300 square meters. Because winter comes, the lotus flowers in the pond have withered and broken, but through the water surface, you can still see many golden, white and red carp swimming in it, densely packed, sometimes up and down, very ornamental.

Walking through the courtyard, a tall threshold appeared in front of them. After crossing the threshold, there was a screen, and the stove burned in the screen not only blocked the cold wind passing through the door, but also conveyed a trace of warmth.

Moreover, accompanied by warmth, there is a burning fragrance of wood, which produces unique incense.

Chen Qingyun knew that this was waxy wood, a kind of wood that only grows in the old forests of Mishan Mountains. After burning, a unique incense will be produced, which smells very good and is very expensive. After drying, it is priced at kilograms, and only 100 kilograms can supply a family of three for a year's food expenses.
Chapter completed!