Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Xiang Chao pushed up half of his body with difficulty, Bai Shan and the others dragged the table to the edge of the kang to put a bowl for him to eat by himself.

The three chatted while eating, and Man Bao asked curiously, "What is the name of your second son?"

"Xiang Mingxue, our old patriarch took it, doesn't it sound good?"

Bai Shan and Man Bao nodded, "It sounds good, so he's reading?"

"Of course I read. Our second son is the best student in our Xiang clan. Of course, the eldest son is also good at reading, but the second son is smarter." Xiang Chao said, "It was decided by the clan in the year of the flood. In the autumn harvest, I will send the second son to Beijing to take the second year's big exam to see if he can be admitted to the Guozijian."

He said: "But the doctor in our state said that the second son has enough knowledge. As long as he performs well, he has a good chance of being admitted, and their family is not short of money, that is, he did not pass the test in the first year, and he was studying in the capital for one year. Years, the second year is to take the test again.”

"Your second son is studying in a government school?"

"Yeah, the school in Suizhou was originally going to Yizhou, but he was still young when he was admitted to school, under thirteen, and his family was worried, so he just let him go to Suizhou."

Xiang Mingxue is a direct disciple, while Xiang Chao is a side branch, two years older than Xiang Mingxue. Although the two belonged to the same family, they had very little interaction.

Xiang Mingxue rarely studied in Dongxi Village. He was sent to the county to study when he was a child. He would only go home when he was resting, and he would not play with Xiang Chao who was running around on the ground when he got home.

At the age of 13, Xiang Mingxue went to the school in Suizhou. Basically, he didn't even come back to Xiu Mu. He only went home during big festivals and busy farming seasons, so the two didn't know each other well before.

When I met someone at the entrance of the village, I just bowed down and saluted people whom Mingxue didn’t know. When I heard someone call me the second son, I knew it was my peers or juniors. When I heard someone call Mingxue, I knew it was my elders…

During the ten years of Dazhen's flood, it was the time when the school was on a busy farming holiday. Xiang Mingxue returned to his hometown and discussed with his family to prepare to take the big exam in Beijing after the autumn harvest. He was sixteen years old that year.

The flood washed down, he fled to the higher ground with his family, and went down when the flood subsided a little the next day, but he was a weak scholar and walked slowly, so he and his mother and sister-in-law fell behind.

When the screams came from the front and rushed out to see, his grandfather, the patriarch of the Xiang clan, as well as his father and brother, had been killed by people riding on horses and wearing armor...

At that time, he could only stumble and help his mother and sister-in-law to escape for his life. As a result, he was washed away. He only took his little nephew. In the end, he didn't even have the little nephew. In the still turbid and turbid river, he pulled a piece of wood and floated along the water before he survived.

Since then, he has been living in revenge.

Xiang Chao was right. The direct descendants of the Xiang family were rich, and their money was not only in Dongxi Village, but also in other places.

Although they don't have a title deed, they don't have a house deed, and they don't dare to sell those things, but they can still find some money in a hospital, a shop, and a search.

They survived through this in the early stage, and then began to carry out their activities incognito with money.

Nurturing victims who want to take revenge, making money, inquiring about news... these are all under the leadership of Xiang Mingxue.

Under the circumstance of chasing and intercepting from all directions, they found the King of Yizhou, and then from the thirteenth year of Dazhen, they have been biting the King of Yizhou.

They spent nearly a year planning the Dragon Boat Festival assassination, but unfortunately, it was just a little bit...

Then, at the end of July this year, they ambushed the King of Yizhou on his way to Beijing. Unexpectedly, the King of Yizhou secretly brought a team of troops into Beijing. Most of the people they brought were damaged, and the second son was seriously injured and arrested.

Bai Shan was refreshed when he heard this, and he was no longer sleepy. "You said that the King of Yizhou brought a team of soldiers and horses to the capital? How many soldiers and horses were there?"

Xiang Chao said: "It was too chaotic at the time, but it is estimated that there were about a thousand people."

Bai Shan and Man Bao looked at each other, Man Bao was a little uncertain, "I remember that when the feudal lord entered the capital, he should not bring more than three hundred guards, right?"

Bai Shan's eyes were bright, "Yes, when the adults come to interrogate, you have to tell them this... Remember, just like what you said to us just now, or you will reveal it inadvertently, you know?"

Xiang Chao nodded again and again and asked, "Is this good for overthrowing the King of Yizhou?"

Bai Shan and Man Bao nodded fiercely, "Yes."

"Okay, I'll note it down."

Seeing that he was full, Man Bao took his bowl and washed it, poured him a bowl of the boiled medicine, and said, "Drink it when it's cold, put the bowl aside, we have to sleep for a while. ."

Seeing that she had dismantled the fire, Xiang Chao quickly asked, "What about the second son?"

"He has already drank it once, and there is still some left in the medicine jar. You look at him. If he has a fever, he will call me, and call us at noon."

After that, she went to sleep with Bai Shan.

There were only three quilts left. Bai Shan touched the straws with disgust, and reluctantly accepted that they were spread on the other half of the kang, but he still spread two large clothes on top of them. Lie down side by side.

Xiang Chao looked dumbfounded and wanted to say something, but seeing that they closed their eyes and fell asleep as soon as they lay down, they couldn't say anything.

It wasn't long before Man Bao and the others lay down, when a guard came over with two wooden barrels, meaning to knock on the door of the cell, and shouted, "It's time to eat, it's time to eat..."

Bai Shan and Man Bao woke up in their sleep, opened their eyes and looked forward unconsciously for a while, their eyelids trembled, their heads shrank back into the quilt, and then fell asleep again.

Xiang Chao got closer to the little heads of the two of them, turned his head to look at the people outside the prison door, and stared at them with big eyes on both sides.

Xiang Chaocai smiled and wanted to say something, but the people outside the cell had already glanced at the food left on their table, shrugged and walked away.

Of course, the standard meals in the cell were not left for them. Everyone already had something to eat, and if they kept it, wouldn't that be a waste?

Might as well take it out for the pigs to eat.

They slept very solidly and soundly. Xiang Chao slept a lot last night. He was too bored to be alone. From time to time, he touched Ming Xue's head and saw that he never had a fever. , and he didn't know whether the time was up or not, so he could only listen with his ears, and when he heard that it was going to be a shift change at noon, he hurriedly called Man Bao and Bai Shan.

Bai Shan opened his eyes and looked at it. He tried hard to get up. Man Bao, who got up in a daze, slapped him down, pressed the person down again, and said, "Go to sleep, I don't need you now."

Bai Shan rolled over and went back to sleep.

Man Bao yawned over to look at Xiang Mingxue's situation, felt his pulse and went to change the medicine. Of course, before that, she drank the medicine in the medicine pot before she warmed it up, and then very quickly. He said perfunctorily, "I just ate breakfast, so I'm sure I'm not hungry. You should take the medicine to fill your stomach first, and someone should bring you something to eat later."

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