On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Silver ingot smiled.

"Right, you think so too, right?"

"That's right. There's a story called Fan Juqing, who committed suicide to keep his friend Zhang Xun's promise to travel thousands of miles. His friend didn't let him down. After arranging his funeral for him, he also committed suicide. This is a model."

Yinding was surprised, thought about it carefully, nodded and said: "Old sir, this is a very good story. I have never heard of this story before."

Wu Zhouce's enthusiasm as a teacher revived. He stroked his beard and said, "I don't have any other skills, but I am a little knowledgeable. I have taught a few students and they all have great potential..."

He was just boasting when Yinding looked him over and said, "They are not very righteous then."

Wu Zhouce was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Old sir, you..." Yinding seemed to be hesitant to speak, "Excuse me for being frank, if you were my teacher and taught me to be very promising, then I would definitely respect you well. I would not let you dress like this, tattered clothes, shivering, and come to this broken ancestral hall alone to warm yourself with a little residual fire."

Wu Zhouce: “…” I’m not like this usually, okay?

"Here……"

Yinding continued, "I think either you didn't teach them well and they don't know how to respect teachers, or they think that you are just a superficial teacher. On the surface, you know a lot about morality and ethics, and you have a lot of anecdotes, but in fact, you are just a bunch of rotten cotton inside, just like an embroidered pillow."

"That's why they must have disrespected you and left you in poverty."

Wu Zhouce felt overwhelmed and his face turned red, but luckily it was dark, so he didn't lose his composure.

But in fact, Yinguo saw everything.

I laughed and cursed in my heart: You scheming old man, you deserve it! I told you to frame our palace, but you are old and still want to make trouble. Even this tattered cotton jacket can't hold you back!

After Yinding finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to him. He took a large soft pillow, leaned against the pillar, put on his cloak, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Wu Zhouce looked at him, then looked at the big pillow, and felt very angry.

What's going on! I finally got here, but I was scolded for no reason.

Can things get smoother? Nothing has been smooth these past few days!

He was very angry and hadn't eaten much, so he felt very cold and couldn't help burping.

Yinding opened his eyes a little and said, "Look, you choked because of the wind, didn't you? You can't drink too much of that stuff."

Wu Zhouce: "..." So angry! Who is starving?

He curled up into a ball, close to the fire, but that little remaining warmth could not resist the cold outside. At dawn, snowflakes began to fall again, one wave more rapid than the other.

He felt like he was woken up by the cold just after falling asleep. Later, he was so cold that he couldn't sit still. He could only get up and walk back and forth, stamping his feet.

Yinding woke up the moment he woke up, but didn't open his eyes. Listening to his hissing and stomping, the corners of her mouth curled up quickly.

Old man, I can’t freeze you to death.

When the sky brightened, Wu Zhouce could no longer wait and opened the door and walked out. As soon as he came out, he was filled with a chill. The snow was tumbling in the wind and rushing towards his head and face.

He held his breath, tightened his tattered cotton jacket, tucked his head inward, squinted his eyes and walked towards Lijiazhuang with difficulty.

This trip must be made, and the sooner you go, the better your hope.

He kept encouraging himself, thinking that as long as he could get through this period and overcome this hurdle, everything would be fine and things would definitely get better.

No matter what, he must get "Water Flow and Governance".

As soon as he left, Yinding also came out of the ancestral hall, gathered his cloak together, and leisurely took a shortcut to Li Geng's house.

He did not come here for nothing these two days. He had already found out the situation here and the book was in his arms.

As for Li Geng's family, no one was left there. Li Geng had indeed gone traveling. His father died early, leaving him with only a mother. After the New Year, he heard that his uncle had also passed away. His cousin had already married, leaving only his aunt. The two sisters decided that it would be better for them to stay together for the rest of their lives so that they could take care of each other.

Li Geng was naturally happy and could go out with peace of mind, so he sent his old mother to his aunt's house thirty miles away. After staying at his aunt's house for two days, he went out.

This house has been vacant.

The silver ingots arrived early. He opened the lock on the outer door and went into the house to light a small stove, making the ice cellar-like room a little warmer.

There was half a small bag of dried meat made by Yan Ruyu on his waist. Half of it was the reward from Yan Ruyu that he had kept and did not eat, and the other half was the one that he had taken out of Xiaolan's mouth and saved.

There were also a few meat buns bought yesterday, which were put on the small stove to roast. After a while, they were steaming.

He also had a small wine bag. Strangely enough, this small wine bag was also given to him by Yan Ruyu, but as soon as he held it, he felt it was particularly friendly and familiar.

When he was in the palace, he also had a small wine bag like this on the wall of his yard. After being used for a long time, some parts of it were worn smooth, just like this one.

The silver ingot shook the wine bag, and there was about one third left, which was more than enough for this meal. If not for getting drunk, then for warming up the body, and after this meal they would set off back to the city.

While eating dried meat and drinking wine, he waited for someone to come outside.

Wu Zhouce walked slowly and didn't know where Li Geng's home was. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and there were no pedestrians on the road, so it was impossible to ask for directions.

Fortunately, I met a child who was not afraid of the cold and was making a snowman. After asking for directions, I finally found my way to Li Geng's house.

The door was ajar, so someone must be home.

Wu Zhouce called out from the yard, "Is anyone there?"

As soon as he pushed the door open, Yinding heard it, but didn't say anything, let alone respond.

Wu Zhouce walked inside. He was almost frozen to death. No matter what, he decided to go into the house first to warm up.

When I lifted the door curtain and entered the house, I instantly felt the warmth, as well as the aroma of meat and wine. The glutton in my stomach was completely aroused, and I growled uncontrollably.

Wu Zhouce swallowed and walked in slowly.

Li Geng's family was poor and their house was simple, with only three rooms in total: a main hall and a bedroom on each side.

The silver ingot was in Li Geng's room, which contained a desk, a chair, and a simple bookshelf with a few piles of books on it.

Then there is the bed and a simple wardrobe, nothing else.

You can see through it at a glance.

Wu Zhouce turned his head and saw Yinding sitting in front of the small stove drinking. In Yinding's hand was some dried meat, which was as thick as his little finger, dark red, oily and fragrant.

He swallowed again. Although he was greedy, he couldn't suppress his shock.

"It's you? Why are you here?"

Yinding took a sip of the wine and sprinkled a few drops on the charcoal fire in the small stove. With a crackling sound, the aroma of the wine became stronger.

Yinding looked at him and smiled: "This is my home, why can't I be here?"

Wu Zhouce was surprised: "Are you Li Geng?"

Yinding neither admitted nor denied: "What's the matter?"

Wu Zhouce stepped into the room and walked up to him: "I am your teacher's friend, a good friend."