Chapter 449: The No.1 Scholar’s ​​Dark Moonlight Ex-wife 17

After Han Ziwen persuaded Shen Xin, it was much easier to persuade Yue Hongying. He knew that Yue Hongying's concerns were nothing more than considerations about money.

So the next morning, he directly gave Yue Hongying twenty taels of silver. "Mom, this is the household allowance for the first half of this year."

When Yue Hongying saw the silver, her eyes widened in surprise. "Where did you get so much silver?"

Han Ziwen smiled and said, "Some of it was earned by copying books, and some was earned by helping classmates solve their problems."

Yue Hongying nodded and said, "I still have some money here. You can keep it for yourself. You can buy some clothes for Xiaoxi."

Han Ziwen sighed, "Mom, I've thought about it carefully. You should come with me. Otherwise, there will be no one to cook for me, and it will cost more to eat in a restaurant."

Yue Hongying frowned and asked, "Don't colleges in the provincial capital have cafeterias?"

Han Ziwen nodded and said, "Yes, there is, but the food in the cafeteria is not good, so most students eat outside."

Yue Hongying was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Then I'd better come along!"

After the villagers heard from Grandpa Goudan that Han Ziwen was going to the provincial capital, they gathered in front of the Han family's courtyard, curious to know more.

Their eyes passed through the open gate and fell on the large and small packages that had already been packed.

In the yard, Yue Hongying was busy moving between the belongings that were about to be moved. Her movements were quick and orderly.

One of the villagers couldn't help but ask, "Hongying, what are you doing?"

Yue Hongying didn't stop what she was doing. As she packed, she replied, "Ziwen is going to the provincial capital to study. Xiaoxi and I plan to move there with him."

Donkey Egg's mother frowned and asked with concern, "What about your house in your hometown? You can't just leave it empty."

Yue Hongying stood up straight and said with a smile, "I'll come back after Ziwen finishes his exams. I don't need the vegetable patch next to my house for the time being. If you don't mind, you can use it to grow crops."

When Donkey Egg's mother heard this, her eyes lit up and she laughed out loud, "That's great! I can even help you clean the house from time to time to prevent dust from accumulating."

A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly along the country road, its wheels leaving deep marks in the mud. Sitting in the carriage was Han Ziwen.

As the saying goes, "Don't go out on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and don't return home on the eighth day." Han Ziwen left home on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year and went to the provincial capital to make various preparations for moving.

As soon as Yue Hongying saw Han Ziwen, she hurriedly opened the gate of the yard to allow the carriage to enter.

After the carriage stopped, she walked forward and asked curiously, "Where did this carriage come from?"

Han Ziwen got off the carriage and said with a faint smile, "Since we have a lot of luggage, I rented a carriage to make it easier to carry it."

As he spoke, he put Yue Hongying's packed luggage into the carriage one by one.

A villager smiled directly at Han Ziwen and said, "Han Xiucai, I heard that you are going to the provincial capital to study. I wish you success in the imperial examinations and become the top scorer in the imperial examination."

Han Ziwen smiled and responded: "Thank you for your good wishes, I will work hard."

Donkey Egg's mother sighed and said earnestly, "Your mother and your wife have had a hard time. You should be nicer to them."

Han Ziwen nodded and said seriously: "That's natural. I will take good care of them."

Taking advantage of the time when Han Ziwen was chatting with the villagers, Shen Xinran quietly slipped back into the room, bent down and pulled out a heavy wooden box from under the bed.

There was a thin layer of dust on the box, obviously it had not been moved for some time.

Shen Xinran used all her strength to try to move the box, but found that it did not budge at all. Just as she was about to try again, a voice came from behind: "Let me do it."

Shen Xinran was startled and looked back. Han Ziwen had walked in without her knowing.

She frowned and thought for a moment, then said to Han Ziwen seriously, "Then you are not allowed to peek."

The box was filled with her treasures, including her favorite "Swordsman".

Han Ziwen chuckled, nodded, and promised, "Okay, I won't peek."

Only then did Shen Xinran feel at ease and move aside, leaving the wooden box exposed to Han Ziwen's sight.

Han Ziwen bent down and picked up the box easily.

Seeing his relaxed look, Shen Xinran walked up to him, placed her hand on his arm, and squeezed it. Then she smiled and said, "You actually have muscles. No wonder you're so strong!"

Han Ziwen turned his head and glanced at Shen Xinran, "Don't you already know how strong I am?"

Chen Xinran coughed several times because of Han Ziwen's words. Oh my god, after her training, Han Ziwen could actually make dirty jokes seriously.

Han Ziwen, without changing his expression, carried the box to the yard and placed it on the carriage.

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The journey from the village to the provincial capital was long and arduous, requiring three days of arduous journey on horseback and a full five days by carriage.

Therefore, Han Ziwen got up early the next morning. He first gently woke Shen Xinran up, then knocked on Yue Hongying's door, "Mom, we can set off now."

The three of them got up immediately, had breakfast, checked their luggage, and prepared to set off.

Yue Hongying stood in front of the locked door, feeling reluctant to leave. She knew that if she left, it might take several years before she could return.

Her eyes wandered around the yard, where every blade of grass and every tree carried her memories and emotions.

Han Ziwen urged softly: "Mom, we have to get to Pangxia Town before tonight. If we are delayed, we will have to stay outside at night."

Yue Hongying nodded and took a deep breath, as if she wanted to keep the atmosphere of this home in her heart forever.

Then, she slowly got on the carriage and sat next to Shen Xinran.

Han Ziwen picked up the whip and patted the horse's back gently. The carriage began to move forward slowly, passing through one field and woods after another.

Although Han Ziwen kept on traveling, on the third night they still arrived at a place where there was no village in front and no shop behind.

The surroundings were desolate, and only the mountains in the distance looked particularly lonely under the moonlight.

Han Ziwen was driving a carriage, his eyes searching around, and finally fell on a dilapidated temple in front.

He turned around and said to Shen Xinran and Yue Hongying in the carriage, "There's a dilapidated temple ahead. We'll have to rest there tonight."

Yue Hongying nodded, her tone calm, "Then we can make a fire ourselves and roast something to eat."

Shen Xinran also nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, no problem. A place to shelter from the wind and rain will be fine. We have quilts in the car anyway."

The ruined temple is huge, and its former glory can still be seen from the remaining beams and pillars and the towering temple gate. But now, it sits alone on a barren hill.

The temple was dark and gloomy, with only a few faint rays of light filtering through the broken window frames. Pile of firewood and straw scattered on the ground were the only decorations here.