Yang Ding patted his bulging belly. This was the first full meal he had eaten since coming to Daming. Yang Ding thought to himself that it was so easy to eat just one meal. If he had known this, why would he do this?

For Yue's chores, he only needs to mix in the circle of scholars, and he will be able to eat, drink and live freely.

Little did Yang Ding know that there was one thing or another in this matter. Scholars in the Ming Dynasty valued status the most. A person like Yang Ding who had neither fame nor family background would not be able to get involved in the circle of scholars in the Ming Dynasty.

Arriving at the door of the house, the wooden door next to it creaked open, and a pretty girl stuck her head out, "Brother Yang, you are back!"

Yang Ding looked at the daughter of Lao Yue's family next door, smiled slightly and said, "Yue Ya, what are you doing here?"

Yue Ya looked around to see if there was no one, then took out a closed plate from behind, handed it to Yang Ding shyly and said: "Brother Yang, there are some dumplings here, you, take them and eat them!"

Yang Ding was slightly startled, but did not stretch out his hand. Instead, he said: "Sister Yue Ya, I have eaten. I am full. I am not hungry!"

Yue Ya bit her lip and asked: "Brother Yang, my father is not at home and my brother is not at home either. It's okay!"

Yang Ding knew that Yue Ya had misunderstood, and it was difficult to explain at the moment. He took the dishes handed over by Yue Ya generously and started eating in the concierge of his house.

"Brother Yang, is it delicious?" Yue Ya looked at Yang Ding devouring the food, and asked with his eyes bent into a shape of Yue Ya.

"Well, it's delicious! Sister Yueya, why are you eating dumplings today if it's not the New Year or the festival?" Yang Ding asked.

Yue Ya said: "Today there is a dojo for Mother Wusheng. My mother went out early in the morning. When she came back, she cut half a catty of pork, so she made dumplings---"

Innocent old mother? Yang Ding secretly shook his head. Most of the people in the Ming Dynasty believe in Buddhism and religion. Yang Ding is just a tenant of Lao Yue’s family, so naturally he has no control over people’s freedom of belief. Yang Ding looked at the pleasant-looking Yue Ya,

Asked: "Sister Yue Ya, don't you believe in the Wusheng Old Mother?"

Yue Ya shook her head and said: "I---, I have no interest in these!"

Yang Ding smiled and said: "It's okay if you don't believe it. These ghosts and ghosts are the best at deceiving people. I don't believe it anyway!"

Saying that, Yang Ding burped. Yang Ding looked at Yue Ya with some embarrassment and said with a smile: "Sister Yue Ya, these dumplings are so delicious. I'm in a hurry to eat them. Sister Yue Ya, you can eat too."

A few, just me

There’s no point in eating!”

The dumplings Yue Ya handed to Yang Ding were only eight or nine, not many, and they were a little cold. Yang Ding knew that Yue Ya had left them for him specially, but Yang Ding could only pretend not to know anything.

Old Yue was very careful about his daughter. Ever since he rented the house in his house, Old Yue had been guarding him like a thief, as if he was afraid that Yang Ding would abduct his daughter.

Yue Ya's real name is Yue Ya. Because Yue and Yue have the same pronunciation, Old Yue simply took Yue Ya as a nickname. Yue Ya lives up to her name. When she is not smiling, her eyes are big, but when she is smiling, her eyes are like crescent moons.

"Brother Yang, I, I'm going back first, my father will be back soon!" Yue Ya saw Yang Ding looking at her with a squinting smile. Yue Ya lowered her head shyly, turned around and ran towards the door of her house.

Yang Ding smiled bitterly and shook his head. Yue Ya was a very beautiful girl next door, but it was a pity that Old Man Yue would not fall in love with a poor boy like him, because most of the jobs that Yang Ding took were introduced to him by Old Man Yue.

You must know what this old man Yue is thinking.

Marriage, parents' orders, matchmaker's words, and mutual love are worthless in this era, so Yang Ding did not ask for anything extravagantly.

The dumplings just now were delicious, but it was a pity that Yang Ding was already full. In fact, even if Yue Ya didn't say it, Yang Ding could guess that it was Yue Ya who was reluctant to eat and left it for him, so Yang Ding wolfed down the dumplings he had just eaten because he was so full.

Compared with greed, the rejection at this moment is more likely to break Yue Ya's heart.

"Yueya, where have you been? Have you gone to see that brat Yang Ding again?"

Yue Ya just walked to the door and happened to meet her eldest brother Yue Gang. As his name suggests, Yue Gang is tall and strong, like a piece of steel. This is why the Yue family has such a beautiful daughter but no hooligan dares to come.

The reason for the trouble.

"No, no!" Yue Ya panicked and subconsciously hid the empty bowl behind her back!

"Yue Ya, what is hiding behind you?" Yue Gang asked after seeing Yue Ya's sneaky appearance.

"No, it's not convenient for my brother to see a girl's things!" Yue Ya said.

Yue Gang said: "Sister, don't go to that stinky boy Yang Ding in the future. That stinky boy only talks glibly and has no skills. I heard from my father that the stinky boy works rough, slow, and has little strength. Such a person

There will be no future in your life!"

Yue Ya pursed her lips stubbornly and said: "That's not true.

Ah! Brother Yang is very capable. He understands everything and knows everything. Brother Yang’s knowledge is much better than those scholars who only know how to know!"

"Bah! Since that brat Yang Ding is so knowledgeable, why didn't he take the imperial examination? I've seen the handwriting written by that brat, and it's so ugly. How can he be learned?" Yue Gang spat lightly and said.

"Huh, I won't tell you anymore!" Yue Ya stomped her feet angrily, turned around and walked back into the house.

Yang Ding pushed open the door of his simple room. There was a shabby Eight Immortals table in the room. On the table there was a very old writing brush and a few pieces of yellowed rough paper. There was also a shabby Taige style copybook. These things were all

Yang Ding bought it through frugality. After all, he has been studying for more than ten years. His handwriting is not ugly, but he writes in simplified Chinese with hard pen, while the traditional Chinese that is commonly used now is traditional Chinese with brush.

And the writing brush requires the most effort.

Yang Ding sometimes lamented that the only difference between him and the scholars of the Ming Dynasty was a piece of eight-part essay and a set of Taige style. However, these two things indirectly destroyed all Yang Ding's more than ten years of knowledge.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Ding has been practicing calligraphy every day recently, but after more than ten days, he has achieved little results. Yang Ding knows that it is useless to worry, so he can only insist on copying every day, striving to adapt to the writing methods of this era as soon as possible.

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The next day, Yang Ding arrived at the government office in Le'an County early. Yang Ding handed the letter of recommendation to the doorman. The doorman was a little surprised when he saw Sun Ying's name on the recommendation letter, but he still handed the letter in.

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This time Yang Ding waited for a long time, and the guard at the door came out half an hour later.

"Mr. Yang, Master Sun invites you!"

Yang Ding followed the officer to the main hall of the county government. From a distance, Yang Ding saw a slightly stout middle-aged man sitting on a chair in the main hall.

"Caomin Yang Ding, pay your respects to Mr. Sun!" Yang Ding bowed slightly and saluted, neither humble nor overbearing.

Magistrate Sun didn't move a muscle. He was the father and mother of the county and always had his identity.

"Mr. Yang, please take a seat, come and serve tea!"

"Thank you, Mr. Sun!" Yang Ding sat down naturally. Magistrate Sun narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Yang Ding. He was calm and composed. There was no sign of any fear of officialdom in the young man in front of him.
Chapter completed!