In the following week, Sun Mo's life was uneventful, and he gradually became familiar with the identity of this game character.
His name is also 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 to take the exam the year after next 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 game characters were too simple for Sun Mo to find any clues.
"Should we help the Song Dynasty flourish or overthrow it?"
Sun Mo took a sip of tea.
The country he is in now 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 the big 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 good enough to give a perfect score of seven, and most importantly He is gentle and virtuous, and everything is dominated by 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!"
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 within 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 and asked him to sit down. Then she 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 Xinhui 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's your Uncle Yan who sent the letter!"
Wang Xiucai urged: "Go and have a look!"
Uncle Yan was the helper Sun Mo found 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, Uncle Yan cried and complained.
"Master, something serious has happened!"
It turned out that Mei Niang went to the street today to purchase some new Sichuan 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 is not seriously injured, and Pang Jili is not seriously injured, but if he offends the Pang family, he 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.
"Da Lang? 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 became even more frightened when she heard the seriousness said by the aunts.
"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 detective got straight to the point.
Sun Mo's face suddenly darkened. Wasn't this revenge coming too fast? He immediately rushed forward, took out two pieces of silver from his pocket, and quietly handed them to the police: "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 and be obedient. I'll be right back when I go!"
Sun Mo smiled.
"this… "
The catcher frowned.
"I think the policeman understands what the matter is like. I'll go with you to see the county master!"
Sun Mo spoke.
The catcher hesitated.
"You can't earn anything by helping Pang Jili. And I am also a scholar after all. I am only twenty years old this year. Even if I win the Jinshi in ten years, I will only be thirty years old."
Sun Mo lowered his voice and analyzed the pros and cons. His meaning seemed to be that I have a bright 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. At worst, it would take a few days. When the situation became clear, he would arrest him again.
"Sun Jiaoxi, what does it matter? Just do it quickly! Your wife is in big trouble this time!"
The policeman reminds me.