After selling the candied haws and lingering in the Wang family for half an hour, the old peddler Song Bo crossed the bridge and returned to Xixinan Village opposite Fengle River. This little thing did not attract any attention from the villagers.

Wang Fulin seemed to be not concerned about the rumor that was so popular that he began to exercise actively.

Every morning, he started walking outside with Jin Bao's help. When he met someone else's greeting, he would reply with a smile. After a while, the image of the ignorant scholar Wang Xiaoxiu in most villagers gradually faded away, and replaced by Lin Ge'er, who respected the elderly and loved the young and treated others with kindness. Although some wealthy and wealthy tribe members nodded casually when they saw him, they did not take him as a precarious young scholar seriously, nor did they take him seriously. In his opinion, the best progress was nothing more than the attitude of ordinary farmers in Songmingshan Village towards him.

Sometimes, when Wang Fulin finished his walk and was doing all kinds of strange movements under the trees at the entrance of the village, farmers would come forward and ask a few questions with concern.

"I have to care. I have been lying in bed for too long and my whole body feels like I have lost my airs. This is the method I saw in the book. Practice can also strengthen my body."

Most of the time, Wang Fulin would answer this. In just over ten days, walking became brisk walk, and brisk walk became jogging. Jin Bao followed closely behind every time, and the master and servant became a beautiful scenery in Songmingshan Village. While they were alone, Wang Fulin told Jin Bao that after he was seriously injured, he could not remember many of the past personnel and affairs. Jin Bao reminded himself more when he saw people, but never told his two sisters. Jin Bao did not doubt that he had him, so he naturally agreed.

As for the remaining time, Wang Fulin looked through the Four Books and Five Classics in the study, so as not to reveal flaws when the Grandmaster returned to the horseback. Then he practiced the words for an hour every day to strictly prevent the danger of being defeated by demons and demons. He had learned calligraphy in the past, but he had left them for too long. At first, he wrote all the words and burned them and did not dare to see them at all. But soon, as if it was physical instinct, he gradually regained his feelings. Compared with the copybooks he had practiced in the past, it was a bit similar to the words he wrote now. According to his estimate, it would be almost the same as the ones he practiced for another month or two. During this period, the sequelae of being injured by the sedan chairperson can be covered up.

Early that morning, he and Jin Bao were jogging in the village one after another. They had just greeted two early farmers. After a turn, he heard someone calling him uncle behind his back. When he looked back, he found that he was a young man with a smile on his face, small eyes and long face, and about twenty years old, but he had never seen him when he was up early and practiced in the morning. He was thinking about who this person was, but Jin Bao hurriedly flashed behind him as if he was shocked.

"Dad, it's my brother."

The sound was like a mosquito, and Wang Fulin immediately felt aroused. Is this Wang Qiu, who cruelly sold his biological brother to someone as a slave?

"Oh, it's you."

Wang Fulin nodded slightly without hesitation, and then ignored Wang Qiu and continued to run forward with Jin Bao. Jin Bao was afraid of being beaten by his brother since he was a child, so he wanted to leave far away, so he quickly started to follow him. But the master and servant had just run away not far away, but Wang Qiu took big steps and chased after them, and stopped him.

"Uncle, I know you blame me for not seeing anyone for so many days. In fact, after I made a contract with my uncle in the city, I went back to the village first, and sent Jinbao to your house, and then went into the city again. I really don't know that you are injured, uncle. I just came back from the city." Wang Qiu, who was full of aggrieved smile, saw that Wang Fulin didn't say anything, but he was not discouraged. After bowing, he said diligently, "It is his blessing for Jinbao to be able to follow his uncle. If he makes any mistakes, please ask your uncle to discipline him strictly! Today I am here because your uncle's nephew is just a full moon. I plan to set up two tables of wine, so please be sure to appreciate your face..."

"I appreciate the kindness. My injuries have not healed yet. I dare not drink as the doctor's advice."

Seeing Wang Fulin say coldly, he asked Jin Bao to continue running out. Soon, he stopped under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village at a distance and began to move his hands and feet to make some strange movements. Wang Qiu's face suddenly darkened. After standing there for a long time, he sneered and turned around and left.

What airs are you putting on? If it weren’t for the fact that your family was cheaper, just the handle in my hand, you, the scholar, would have ended!

Until his brother disappeared, Jin Bao was relieved immediately, but lowered his head and remembered his thoughts. Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from his ears: "Your brother has money to hold a full moon banquet for your nephew, but he wants to sell you. Haven't you ever thought about finding elders in the clan or even the patriarch to preside over justice?"

Jin Bao suddenly shuddered. When he raised his head, he found that Wang Fulin was doing the fuck in front of him without looking back. He bit his lips tightly and did not speak. After a while, he saw Wang Fulin finishing his funny movements and turned around to look at him seriously.

"Since you keep calling me dad, then tell me the truth. How many words do you know, how many Analects of Confucius can you memorize, and how many words can you write?"

Seeing that Jin Bao was still silent, Wang Fulin said slowly: "If you tell the truth, I will give you paper and pen in the future, so that you can write and practice calligraphy openly, and you can also read the books in the study. If you don't tell the truth, I will send you back!"

Jin Bao was stunned for a moment. He looked up at Wang Fulin and shook his head hard again, fearing that he was hallucinating, and finally pinched his palm. When he was finally sure that Wang Fulin had no intention of joking, he then made up his mind and said honestly: "When I have time, I secretly go to school to eavesdrop. I listened intermittently for two years and could recite the four books. But because I couldn't touch the books, I only saw my husband teaching to write, and picked up some discarded words and papers on the mud that were used by the branches to learn to write on the mud. Only half of the words I could write. Later, my brother found out, and I was beaten a few times. I was hungry for two days, and I never dared to go to school secretly again."

Since he heard Jin Bao recite the Analects of Confucius in his dream, Wang Fulin has been secretly paying attention. Because he was still recuperating, every night, Jin Bao sleeps on a bamboo couch beside his bed with his clothes in case he calls him in the middle of the night. Therefore, he has heard the little guy's dreams more than once when he woke up from his dream. A few of them missed their mother, most of them recite the Analects of Confucius, and memorized the Doctrine of the Mean. From time to time, he interspersed a few words of Mencius. However, the meaning of a few sentences is completely different from the whole article. He can only eavesdrop on and pick up words in school, but he can recite the four books. What kind of evil qualification is this!

But such a sensible child met such a cruel and ruthless brother. It seems that the thing he asked Song Bo before was done right!

"Jinbao, I still underestimated you!" Wang Fulin waved his hand and signaled the little guy to approach. After the person hesitated and moved to the front, he suddenly bounced his forehead lightly.

"ah?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep my word!"

Jin Bao was immediately ecstatic and was about to lie down and kowtow to thank him. He suddenly saw the smiling old peddler Song Bo coming here as if he was rushing towards him, and then he stopped his movements for the time being.

"Brother Lin!"

Last time he sat at Wang's house for half an hour, Song Bo put away the little official at Wang Fulin's firm request, and changed his name like other elders in the village these days. At this moment, he put down the burden of red candied haws in his hand, wiped his sweat, looked around and found that there was only one Jinbao, and then said: "You ask me for your business. I went to the city yesterday and tried to mention it in front of others. However, it seems that before me, someone had already told you that you had bought your nephew as a slave. I was afraid that it would continue to promote it as you told me, which would hurt your reputation even more. Then I would do it worse."

Someone has actually started to spread it? What a quick action, is it that Jinbao's affairs themselves a trap?

"At this point, even if you make a mistake, it's my own fault. Song Bo, you are just talking casually. This has helped me a lot and I'm grateful."

Wang Fulin thought about it and bowed deeply to the old man sincerely. Seeing that he was rushing to give him a tribute, he smiled and said, "Second sister and younger sister, you are sure that you are back today. Thinking of your candied haws, they steamed hibiscus cakes in the kitchen early in the morning. When you turn back and sell the candied haws and return to the village, take some back and give them to your family to taste. It is also my family's wish."

He had promised to help before, but Song Bo was just soft-hearted and couldn't stand it. In addition, seeing that Wang Xiaoxiucai was kind, now that he heard that the second and third ladies of the Wang family were preparing for a rebate in this way, the old man felt warm in his heart. The pride of being respected by scholars was much happier than when he was selling candied haws and meeting a wealthy and noble family who wanted to taste it.

After resigning to Song Bo, Wang Fulin took Jin Bao away from the big locust tree. If he asked Song Bo to help him at first, he had the initial idea, and now it was his turn to make a decision. Before he could go far, he stopped and said to Jin Bao: "You should know the clan leader, right? Take me there."

When asked before why he didn't go to the elders and even the clan leader to beg for justice, Jin Bao remained silent. When he saw Wang Fulin suddenly going to the clan leader's house, he suddenly froze there. But he thought that he had been sold out by his brother's death contract, and his master and servant status had been decided, so he must not disobey his master. He could only bit his lips tightly and lead the way without saying a word.

To Wang Fulin's surprise, it was not the first time that the patriarch's family saw the grand courtyards that he saw from afar when he walked out of the house, but just a Hui-style building that looked a bit old, just to the west of the village.

Wang Fulin's visit suddenly, and the patriarch Wang Daohan was very surprised. The Wang family migrated from Xiuning County to Songming Mountain, and more than ten generations of people have reproduced and grown. Now there are nine out of ten surnames in this village, and there are hundreds of people in the Wang family. Even if he is the patriarch, not everyone can be named, especially young people. Of course, Wang Fulin has been committed to career since he was a child and is a student this year, so he will not disagree.

But the father above Wang Fulin was stubborn and offended several relatives in that incident. Wang Fulin himself was also introverted and did not understand the worldly ways, and he could not get close to him. Therefore, although he had heard of some rumors, he thought it was just a category of rumors. The richest families in the clan did not say anything, so he, as the patriarch, was the right person and took it as no such thing.

At this moment, he asked casually: "Brother Lin was injured before, but now heals?"

Wang Fulin comes to practice morning exercises these days, greets people, and occasionally chats and inquire about a few words. He already knows that it is the fourth year of Longqing, but ordinary villagers use respectful titles for the upper class of the Wang family. He can't even look at him and ask who Mr. Nanming is, so there is no more information. The only gain is that he is more integrated into Songming Mountain Village than Wang Fulin who has lived for more than ten years. He knows that his father and son are not close to the past, so he doesn't care about the unfamiliar and cold attitude of the patriarch.

"Thank you for your concern. It's almost done. Today I'm here, because I want to ask my uncle to make the decision." Wang Fulin turned his head and looked at Jin Bao. Seeing that he immediately woke up and hurriedly asked to leave the house. He said to Wang Daohan, who was a little puzzled, "Does my uncle recognize him?"

Wang Daohan didn't understand, so he simply said perfunctorily: "It looks familiar..."

"He is Wang Qiu's brother." Wang Fulin said, taking out a neatly folded piece of paper and pushing it to Wang Daohan, "Please take a look at this, uncle."

When Wang Daohan heard the name of Wang Qiu, his brows immediately frowned. Although he was the leader of the clan, he was not the richest, let alone extremely noble. He only had a scholar in his family over the years. It was only because of his family's birth that he was able to take charge of clan affairs and family rules. When he opened the paper, he saw that it was a contract book. After reading the contents in it in a few seconds, he immediately had a headache.

That Wang Qiu is a famous hob meat. I heard that he has some contact with many six-house officials in the county government. Now Mr. Nanming is at home at home, and the Wang clan in Songmingshan is naturally low-key and does not want to cause trouble. In addition, Wang Qiu is a branch of the clan. In the past, even if he heard that he was harsh on his younger brother, he would at most remind people to blame him. After all, this is a family matter, and he must turn a blind eye, but this time it is really outrageous!

It is not surprising that the clan members offer land to relatives of the same clan who have made fame; it is not surprising that they recommend themselves to run for servants and run for them; but after all, they are the same clan. When did they really write a contract for selling their bodies?

"This matter is inconsistent with etiquette and rules, but..." He probably couldn't suppress Wang Qiu, but would he really want to invite those who came forward to cut off such a small matter? Then where would he put his face as the patriarch?

Before Wang Daohan could finish his words, Wang Fulin said with a sincere attitude: "I also know that people like Wang Qiu are not easy to meet, and my uncle is also in trouble as the patriarch. At that time, I saw Wang Qiu desperately wanted to sell his younger brother. I thought that if I didn't agree, my bloodline in the same clan would be left out in the future. I couldn't bear it for a moment, so I made a contract letter, but what I thought about these days was inappropriate. So I came here specially today and just wanted to ask my uncle for another thing. As long as this matter was completed, there would be no hidden dangers."

After taking Jin Bao out of the clan leader's house, Wang Fulin was in a good mood with the two things in his arms. Since Wang Daohan passed this level, then the next thing he had to do was just wait!
Chapter completed!