At night, the Second Young Master Su had a hazy dream. He was covered in sweat, shirtless, and his skin was tanned dark. He was being whipped on the back by a man.
"Hurry up! No food until all this wheat is harvested!"
That's terrifying.
This pampered young master, raised in luxury, had never witnessed such a grand spectacle.
"ah……"
He breathed heavily, got up and wrapped his robe tighter around himself, grabbed the water bottle from the table, his mouth was very dry, and began to gulp it down.
Then he quietly left the house.
The moon is bright and the stars are few outside.
He ran to the eldest son's door, knocked, and said, "Brother, are you asleep?"
Bang bang bang.
Who is it?
Young Master Su was still half asleep, rubbing his eyes.
"What kind of hysteria is this?"
Su Ergong looked heartbroken: "Brother, the situation is so urgent, how can you still be sleeping?"
"We'll be sent back to our hometown first thing tomorrow morning."
Young Master Su said calmly, "Going back is fine. It's just work, I have plenty of strength."
The eldest son was very confident.
The Second Young Master Su said speechlessly, "Brother, can you use your big brain to think? In our old village, there are no corners or crevices where there's nothing to eat. In the county town, there are pastry shops, restaurants, and countless stories, plus a dozen maids and servants to wait on you. You get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs. Can you imagine us having to work in the fields with our butts sticking out?"
"You have to run a mile to fetch water to take a shower and wash your hair. It's summer now, and you're covered in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable. Those big, long-legged mosquitoes can even eat you..."
Young Master Su also became nervous: "Brother, what do you suggest we do?"
Young Master Su racked his brains and pondered for a long time.
"I have a plan!"
Then a long silence followed.
Su Wenhao said speechlessly, "Speak like a human being."
Su Wenxuan said confidently, "Instead of being sent by Dad to our hometown, which is thousands of miles away from here, we might as well run away in advance, find a small village to hide in, and sneak back when Dad's anger subsides."
Su Wenhao hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "That makes sense."
Where to?
Su Wenxuan calmly replied, "Of course, we'll go to the village under Father's jurisdiction. When the time comes, we'll casually reveal our identity to the village head, and they'll treat us well, at least we won't go hungry."
The more Su Wenhao listened, the more sense it made.
He secretly went to the study and found a geographical map.
Lushan County comprises more than thirty villages and towns.
These include Daxing Town and Laomiao Town.
There were hundreds of villages below, and the two of them were dazzled by the sight.
Suddenly, Qingxia Village and Hongye Village appeared before the two.
Su Wenxuan suddenly remembered that he had heard this familiar village name somewhere before, for quite some time now.
Only from fragmented memories did I recall that the writer of the storybooks, Liaozhai, whom Uncle Fu mentioned, seemed to have lived in this village.
My eyes lit up, haha, I'll choose this one.
There's no food or entertainment, but at most, we can still get storybooks. Being close to the source will give us an advantage, and maybe we can even get a role in the book by getting acquainted with the author of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.
The more I think about it, the more excited I get.
The two of them leaned their heads together and, by the candlelight, began to count their secret stash of money.
The two men had thirteen taels of silver and more than ninety copper coins on them.
They started packing pastries, pillows, robes, storybooks, toilet paper, swords...
Before dawn, Su Wenxuan wrote a letter on his desk: Father, the teacher said, "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles." My elder brother and I have been traveling and studying for several months, trying to understand the world and incorporate it into our writing. I have a feeling that when we return from this trip, we will definitely pass the imperial examination.
Quietly open the door.
The two of them led their horses from the backyard, and with a clatter, they set off on their study tour.
More than an hour passed.
Su Yong got up and suddenly heard the steward come over to report: "Master, the young master and his family have run away."
Su Yong took the paper, his heart heavy. "What a rebellious son."
Butler: "Master, there's no need to worry about the young master taking away his personal belongings. He also has martial arts skills, so he shouldn't encounter any danger."
The advisor also came over after hearing the news.
They went to the room together to look around, and there was a map on the table.
Master Li pondered for a moment and said, "Young master is unwilling to return to his hometown, after all, the countryside is impoverished. How much silver does the young master have with him?"
Su Yong said, "I give them one tael of silver a month... which doesn't seem like much."
Not having much money means you can't go very far.
Ideally, it should also block the view of adults.
Master Li drew a circle in Lushang County.
"This is roughly the area. Young Master won't go too far, after all, it's under the jurisdiction of the adults. In case of trouble, we can use the adults' name."
Su Yong paused.
"Forget about him. Go back and tell Master Zhou that his unfilial son is not cut out for the imperial examinations. I'll buy them some more land and collect rent from them."
A deep sense of resentment welled up inside me.
As a father, nothing is more disheartening than the fact that his two sons lack ambition.
Master Li shook his head and said, "Very well, it might be a good thing for the young master to suffer a bit. Fortunately, the young master is still young and can withstand the trials of time. If he can pass the imperial examination at the age of thirty and become a successful candidate, he can be appointed as a minor official."
Let's hope so.
Su Yong understood that the officials he was referring to were county magistrates, registrars, and even minor officials such as clerks, inspectors, and tax collectors.
Even if he's just a minor official, he can still live a good life.
"I hope so."
...
Chen Xian's home in Qingxia Village.
As the locusts gradually moved away, the people of Qingxia Village slowly mustered up their courage and began to dry their wheat.
Li Laoshi's oxcart was constantly being booked.
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