"His name is Ma Zhong. He is a third-ranked Jinshi. He is forty-five years old this year, and he has survived many county magistrates." Wang Song's family has relatively good news, and seeing Chen Guhong staring at him, he said with a smile.
"And this time he came to Chengyang to be the county magistrate." Chen Guhong said with a smile.
"What's the matter?" Wang Song noticed the difference between his friends and asked.
At that time, although Chen Guhong told Wang Song, Wu Xiude was dealing with him. But it didn't say that the county magistrate also participated. Chen Guhong then told about the county magistrate.
"It's so amazing?" Wang Song was dumbfounded, feeling incredible. Then he looked up to the sky and lamented: "Guhong, Guhong, I advise you to wait for the county magistrate to change before going to the county for a test."
"I can't wait that long, not to mention that the next magistrate may not be afraid of the power of the Wu family." Chen Guhong shook his head and said.
In fact, when dealing with this county magistrate, Chen Guhong had some concerns in his heart, but it was hard to say it out.
"Hey." Wang Song shook his head and lamented.
"Let's go, didn't you say that someone can protect me?" Chen Guhong said with a slight smile.
"Even the county magistrate will deal with you, it's useless." Wang Song muttered.
"It's natural to pass it straight to the bridge." Chen Guhong laughed.
"Hey." Wang Song sighed, weak, and dejectedly ordered his slaves to go.
"Drive!" Amidst the shouts of the house slaves, the wheels rolled forward. Chen Guhong took another look at the county magistrate's guard of honor, put down the curtain and sat back in the carriage.
Closing his eyes and concentrating quietly, accompanied by the sound of the wheels, Chen Guhong felt an absurd feeling in his heart.
"The wheel of history rolls forward."
After walking for about an hour, I went to a hut on the way. The carriage went from inside the city to outside the city, and finally came to a small village in the countryside. There is a mountain in the west, and the water on the mountain flows down into the flat land, and then flows eastward to the distance.
The small village sits just south of the creek, at the foot of the mountain. On the open land, there are many paddy fields. It's summer, and the rice is still green.
The water in the paddy field is clear, there are leeches swimming, frogs calling, and many snails.
A small road was repaired in the middle of the rice field, and the carriage walked on it, looking at the green outside and listening to the cry of the frogs, it was refreshing.
"It's such a leisurely and novel countryside." Chen Guhong opened the curtain and glanced around, and praised.
"It's boring, it's better to be drunk in a brothel in the city." Wang Song curled his lips and said. Then he said: "However, literati, eccentrics and eccentrics have always liked this countryside, so we have no choice but to come here."
"Who is the scholar we want to meet?" Chen Guhong was full of curiosity about the person Wang Song was talking about.
"Weird." Wang Song pouted.
"What kind of strange method?" Chen Guhong couldn't help asking.
"He is a genius. He studied at the age of five and became rich at the age of eight. He was selected as a scholar at the age of eleven." Wang Song said.
After Chen Guhong heard this, his admiration was beyond words. There is no mystery of the soul, it all depends on real talents and practical learning. What kind of smart man is this
So, Chen Guhong sat upright, showing the look of listening, and waited for the next sentence. But Wang Song remained silent, and Chen Guhong couldn't help asking: "What about next?"
"No more." Wang Song pouted.
"What's missing?" Chen Guhong asked with question marks all over his head.
"Since he passed the examination as a scholar, he has given up continuing to obtain fame, farming in spring and summer, and harvesting in autumn and winter. When people ask him why, he just smiles and doesn't answer. Do you think this is a weird person?"
Wang Song said slowly.
"It's really strange." After hearing this, Chen Guhong nodded slowly, but there was a subtle emotion in his heart.
The carriage continued to walk, and finally passed through a large area of rice fields, and came to a flat land. There are many houses standing on the flat ground, including earthen houses, stone houses, and green brick and black tile houses.
At the entrance of the village, there are children playing and old people basking in the sun.
"Wow, woof, woof!" Several dogs rushed out of the houses when they smelled the stranger.
A few playful children also noticed the carriage, showing a timid look, they dispersed and went back to their respective homes. Only a few old people were still there, and one of them walked up slowly.
At this moment, Chen Guhong and Wang Song got out of the carriage. The old man clasped his hands to the two and asked, "What are the two young masters doing in our Majia Village?"
The old man has a coarse cloth short shirt, sixtieth hair, and his face and hands are full of vertical and horizontal wrinkles. Coupled with the patches of age spots, he looks very unbeautiful.
But his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and his breath seemed to be that of a scholar.
Chen Guhong and Wang Song noticed this detail and looked at each other. Wang Song cupped his hands and asked, "Old man, let's find Ma Zhong, Mr. Ma."
"So you are looking for my son." The old man showed a dazed look.
"Your son?" Wang Song's eyes widened, and Chen Guhong was also very surprised.
"It's my only son." The old man smiled, then bowed to the two of them and said, "A friend is coming from afar. Please, both of you." After finishing speaking, the old man led the way.
Chen Guhong and Wang Song looked at each other, abandoned the carriage, and followed the old man on foot.
Soon a group of people came to the door of a small courtyard. The courtyard looked mottled with time from the outside, and there was a lot of moss growing on the cracks in the wall, which was quite old.
The gate of the yard was open, the old man bowed his hands again and invited Chen Guhong and the two to enter. This small courtyard is inconspicuous on the outside, but it is quite impressive on the inside.
There are guest rooms on the left and right, and the main building on the north. There are two pine trees planted in the yard. Under the pine trees on the left, there are two children playing and an old woman watching over them.
After hearing the movement, the old woman came up leading the two children.
"This is my wife, and these are my two grandchildren. Ma Nong, Ma Geng." The old man introduced.
"Mrs. Ma." Chen Guhong and the two saluted the old woman.
"You're welcome." Mrs. Ma said with a smile. "I've seen the guests." The two children, who were only eight or nine years old, bowed to Chen Guhong and Chen Guhong sternly.
Chen Guhong and Wang Song also nodded, and the two sides knew each other.
Chen Guhong asked the old man, "May I ask what your name is?"
"Just call me Lao Ma." Lao Ma smiled very cheerfully, and then greeted Mrs. Ma: "Go and prepare wine and food."
"Okay." Madam Ma smiled, took the child's hand from side to side, and went to the kitchen.
Lao Ma is very polite and has a scholarly temperament. Chen Guhong and Wang Song couldn't refuse, so they obeyed. Not long after, Mrs. Ma came back, carrying a bowl of peanuts, broad beans, some fruits, and a jug of wine.
"The countryside is simple, don't be surprised." Lao Ma invited the two to sit down on the stone table in the courtyard, and said with a smile.
"You're being polite." Chen Guhong and the two said repeatedly.
Had a sip of wine and a little peanut. After some conversation, Lao Ma also learned that the two came from the county. The old horse asked: "You two have come all the way to find the old man's son, but what's the matter?"
"Gubao!" Chen Guhong cupped his hands and bowed.
"Gubao?" Lao Ma was a little surprised, and asked: "It is true that some people find the sons of old people to be Gubaos, but they are all children from nearby families. And the two live in the county town, and there are many talented husbands, why did they come to this country. "
"But there are some difficulties." Chen Guhong said with a smile.
"Okay." The old horse didn't get to the bottom of it, and said with a smile: "However, my son has to decide the matter of Gubao. His temper is a bit weird. If it doesn't work, the old man will apologize to you two on behalf of my son."
As he spoke, the old horse bowed deeply to the two of them.