The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

Chapter 108

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The boat drifted on the river all day, and because the wind was not right, the speed was not fast. When night fell, it was still some distance from the town.

The boatman was an honest man and said, "Several gentlemen, there is no temple here, so I can only aggrieve the gentlemen to live in the cabin at night."

Chen Xiran responded: "It's okay, it's not interesting to spend the night on the boat."

In the evening, after Qin Muwen coaxed the little bun to sleep, Li Jin opened the small window and lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, watching the starry sky.

Qin Muwen washed his feet and went to bed, Li Jin put one hand in his arms, and the other hand pointed to the Big Dipper in the sky.

"That direction is Yanjing."

Qin Muwen was stunned. He seemed to remember some bad memories. He said, "A Jin, will you go to Yanjing in the future?"

The changes in Qin Muwen's body could not escape Li Jin's perception at all, Li Jin hugged him tighter, his eyes drooping slightly, covering his dark eyes.

"will go."

Qin Muwen didn't speak, Yanjing was not a good place for him, but listening to A Jin's strong heartbeat, he didn't seem to be as flustered as at first.

Thinking of this, Qin Muwen buried his head in Li Jin's neck, the tip of his nose was haunted by the familiar breath, and he relaxed.

Li Jin continued, "I don't want to lie to you, Wenwen."

He closed the window and covered the two with a quilt. His voice was very soft, but his tone was extremely firm, "I am determined to win the imperial examination."

Qin Muwen 'um', "No matter what A Jin's decision is, I will always accompany A Jin."

The corners of Li Jin's lips twitched, but unfortunately no one could see it in the dark.

The wind was very smooth the next day, and it was only a little later that Chen Xiran, who was standing on the bow, could see the outline of the town.

After another half an hour, the boat docked at the edge of the town. The boatman went down first, tied the boat rope to the pillar on the shore, and then greeted a few guests to disembark.

The river was rippling, and even the boats swayed. Li Jinren has tall and long legs, holds a small bun in his arms, stepped forward with long legs, and stepped on the ground steadily.

Immediately, he turned around and stretched out his hand to Qin Muwen, helping his little husband to get off the boat.

Chen Xiran was the last to jump off the boat. His figure was just revealed when he heard someone shouting not far from the shore: "Master, you are back!"

It turned out that this was Chen Xiran's book boy. Ever since she received Chen Xiran's letter, the wife sent the book boy to wait here every day. Today is only the second day, and she has been waiting for someone.

Li Jin said goodbye to Chen Xiran and planned to go back to the village directly.

Chen Xiran said: "Your house has been evacuated. How can you sleep when you go back at night? Why don't you live in my house first, and tomorrow I will send someone to notify Brother Zhuzi, and come pick up your family."

Li Jin shook his head: "It's still early today, it's just right to go back..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a very familiar figure, driving an ox cart.

It really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao are here, and it is Li Zhuzi.

He said the same thing as Chen Xiran's book boy, "Ever since the village chief received your letter, the whole village knew that you were coming back. It just so happened that I set up a stall in the town every day, and I'll come here to wait for you if I have nothing to do."

Li Zhuzi said lightly, but Li Jin was greatly moved. After saying goodbye to Chen Xiran again, he got into Li Zhuzi's ox cart and the family returned to the village in a lively manner.

As for Mr. Song, he can only wait for Li Jin to come back to town tomorrow and visit with Chen Xiran.

Li Zhuzi spoke to Li Jin this time, and his tone was much more restrained.

The story of Li Jinlian's middle and primary school has spread throughout the village. Even if most people don't know what 'Little Sanyuan' is, they all know that Li Jin is the second scholar in the village to pass the exam.

The first one is naturally the origin of the name of Hongyan Village, Li Hongyan.

Li Jin said a few words to Li Zhuzi, and listening to him say 'you', Li Jin was helpless: "Brother Zhuzi, now I'm just Li Jin."

After Li Zhuzi heard this, he snorted, "That can't be done, you are now a master scholar!"

Li Jin said, "Master Xiucai is also your junior, Brother Zhuzi, I'm not used to talking to me like this."

Li Zhuzi had no choice but to call back 'A Jin' again.

After returning, Li Zhuzi and Li Daniu both brought brand-new mattresses and quilts. Li Jin asked Qin Muwen to bask in the sun with the sleeping buns in the yard for a while, while he followed Li Zhuzi to sweep the house.

I haven't come back for ten months, and the house has long been covered with a thick layer of dust.

After cleaning, Li Jin put the little bun on the made bed.

The little guy seemed really tired. He was noisy on the boat last night and didn't rest well, and now he fell asleep directly.

Li Jin packed everything up, and followed Li Zhuzi to carry firewood.

His wife also cooked two bowls of noodles for Li Jin and Qin Muwen early, with an egg in each bowl.

"Go out and enter the door with dumplings. Last time you were in a hurry, and you didn't have time to buy meat dumplings. Now the noodles that come in are delicious."

Li Jin was also really hungry. After eating a bowl of noodles, he ate two more cakes before stopping his chopsticks.

And Qin Muwen just finished eating a bowl of noodles, he packed up and went to wash the dishes, while Li Jin followed Li Zhuzi to the village chief's house.

Li Zhuzi thought that the first sentence of the village chief when he saw Li Jin must be 'Congratulations to A Jin High School Junior Sanyuan'.

As a result, the village chief took out three books. The first book had four big characters on the cover, and Li Zhuzi didn't know any of them.

"This, this Nongsang Sutra, but you compiled it yourself?"

Li Jin nodded: "Yes, Fucheng has a strong academic style. I entered Ningxing Academy to study. This book was compiled at that time."

The village chief said three 'good' words on his face, and then explained, "I started to worry that the author has the same name as you, and I was suspicious, but I knew that you were about to take the exam at that time, so I didn't bother you because of this.

Later, you sent a letter saying that you are in high school and you are going to come back to worship your ancestors. I also thought of meeting and asking directly when you come back. The mansion is really outstanding, and A Jin's writing is really good. "

Li Jin smiled and said, "I went to Fucheng, and not only compiled this book, but also another one, which is still in print."

Village head: "..."

Afterwards, the village chief had a long talk with Li Jin and listened to him talk about his experience in Fucheng for the past ten months.

Although Li Jin said it lightly, the village chief could hear that Li Jin has been working hard and making progress.

The village chief also told Li Jin about the situation in the village, "Since you have made a good future, the villagers in our village have not insisted that their children have to farm the land. Some people even saved a special gift and planned to send the children to the town. Go read."

After all, the village chief mentioned a few names.

Li Jin was a little surprised and said, "Aren't the children the village chief said are only five or six years old? They went to the town to study alone?"

The village chief said, "There's nothing you can do about it. The mother-in-law has to take care of her in-laws and other children. How can she concentrate on serving one child?"

Li Jin thought about it and said, "I have a suggestion. It is better to run a Mongolian school directly in the village. The enlightenment of young children does not require much advanced knowledge. If they can read and write, it is enough to teach them to children."

This also avoids the danger of children in the village going to the town.

After all, those children are really too young, and human traffickers are rampant these days. It's really not safe for children to go out alone.

The village chief was stunned for a while, and said, "Is there a Mongolian school in the village?"

Li Jin said: "Yes, after all, there are seven or eight children who want to study now, which is quite a lot."

The village chief knocked the dry smoke on the ground, frowning into the word "Chuan", "I think about it."

After Li Jin went back, the village chief came over in person at dinner time and said, "Just do as you said, and when your alchemy scripture is printed, I will directly teach the children the alchemy scripture according to that book. "

Originally, the village chief could only use abacus, but since he received these three books in the twelfth lunar month of last year, he, a person who was not interested in numeracy, took it out and read it when he had nothing to do. can understand.

It's not that the village chief has never seen the real scriptures. Compared with Li Jin's detailed annotated version, it's too esoteric.

He, who has never passed the county exam, naturally knows how difficult it is to really count the scriptures.

Therefore, when the village chief heard that Li Jin was going to publish a book again, he was not worried about delaying the children's enlightenment in mathematics.

After all, as the village chief, he still has some ink in his stomach, which is more than enough to teach children.

The village chief asked Li Jinhui again for a few days. He planned to ask Li Jinlai to say a few words of encouragement to the children if he had time to start his own family school.

Li Jin said with a smile: "This time I have a total of 10 days of leave. I will be in the village for the remaining six days, except for the four days on the way back and forth."

The village chief narrowed his eyes and said, "When the time is up, I will arrange for someone to prepare."

He walked to the door and turned back, "A Jin, please give our village Mongolian school a name. You put forward this suggestion, and it is also your credit that the Mongolian school can be built."

Li Jin did not refuse, he directly agreed.

"Let me think for two days. After I think about it, I will write it out and send it to you."

Before leaving, the village chief saw that the kitchen of Li Jin's house was full of fruits and vegetables. He didn't ask any more questions. He only asked Li Jin to take a good rest and relieve the fatigue of the journey.

Looking at Qin Muwen who sent him out with Li Jin, the village chief thought about it and said, "You are a good boy, and your life will be better in the future."

"Thank you village chief."

At the same time, a letter from the prefect was presented to Mr. Pang's desk.

Mr. Pang looked at the inscription on it, his gray eyebrows trembled, and although his words were disdainful, his cheerful tone revealed his joy after receiving the letter from his junior.

"Didn't I say that the juniors are not allowed to disturb me? Why are they all ignorant of etiquette and still come to deliver letters to me."

And the people who serve the old man are no strangers to this.

The man sitting next to Mr. Pang was about twenty-seven or eight years old. Looking closely, he was the man who said he wanted to bet with Mr. Pang last time.

He had nothing to say about the duplicity of Mr. Pang.

But he also knows that once he exposes it, the old man's mentality will collapse. So all he mentioned was the bet: "Master, if you said that Li Jinlian is a middle and primary school, you will accept him as a disciple, can you count?"

The old man just opened the envelope and pretended that he didn't hear this sentence.

At that time, he was just arrogant and thought that the people who didn't send greetings to their circle were arrogant people. Even if such people were clever, they couldn't have three cases.

So the old man just said it casually, but I didn't expect... Li Jin really dared to hit it.

But he has not accepted a disciple for more than ten years. After accepting a disciple, his attitude has to be taken up again. How can he get along with acquaintances happily.

I can't let the apprentice think that the master's personality is too lively.

Therefore, the old man decided to ignore this sentence for the time being, and first see what the little guy in the family wrote to him.

So, the moment he opened the envelope, the happy smile of the old man froze on his face...