Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran didn't say anything. She was asking questions on behalf of Song Lingjia. From this look, if Zhu Xuanzhou stayed in Banshan Village, he could temporarily go to the old gentleman mentioned by the village chief to learn more words.

"Eh? Then the county magistrate...?"

The county magistrate passed the exam from such a place!

Speaking of this topic, the village chief suddenly became energetic, as if he had a graduation thesis in his stomach. Song Tingran sat down again.

"The foundation of the county magistrate was learned from the old gentleman, but she was unwilling to just read and pester her mother to buy books, books she had never seen before, poems, and dictionaries. But at that time, going out once was extremely difficult. It’s risky, and it doesn’t have that much money.”

Having said this, the village chief's eyes became moist, and he looked at the current mountain village with mixed feelings.

No money, what to do? The county magistrate was determined at that time and insisted on studying. He said that studying can change his destiny, so he went up to the mountains to hunt early in the morning and late at night, hoping to exchange the game for books.

The rabbit was caught, and a person sneaked outside. People at home and in the village went crazy looking for her, and finally found the young girl under a big tree.

Despite this, she did not forget her dream of studying. She said: "Mom, if I study, I can go out. Our whole family can go out to Banshan Village. The whole village can go out to Banshan Village."

The county magistrate's mother had no choice but to see that she insisted on doing this, so she went from house to house to borrow money. The people in the village were simple, and they all gave some money.

In this way, the then eight-year-old county magistrate left the mountain village with someone who had experience in going out. When she came out, her clothes were all scratched, but she was still very happy and saw the outside world for the first time.

The county magistrate walked the rest of the way alone. He sold the rabbit and was reluctant to eat or drink. Along the way, he asked where there was a place that sold books.

She came back two years later, and she lost a lot of weight. The whole village thought she was dead, but they didn't expect she could come back.

When he came back this time, the county magistrate brought back a lot of books. He said that he made money while working, and then bought books and often went to book schools to eavesdrop.

The teacher in the private school knew this and kept the window open every time.

Song Tingran was very moved. She had been away for two years and was only eight years old at that time. She said she was working to make money, but in fact she lived like a beggar.

The county magistrate was born in Banshan Village, and he was simply here to save Banshan Village.

"Miss Song, later became the county magistrate and studied hard. She would go out once a year at an irregular time. In this way, she became a child student in our Banshan Village, then a scholar, then a judicial officer, and now she is the county magistrate of Ping'an Town. It’s the glory of our mountain village!”

"It's really amazing. I'm afraid only the county magistrate himself knows the hardships along the way. It sounds difficult just to give you a rough idea."

"Yes, life is full of progress."

At the same time, Zhu Xuanzhou was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, eating the scallion soft pancakes made by Wen Li and some apples. He felt stronger. He drank a bowl of medicine last night and vomited out most of it. Today there is none. vomit.

The Song family cubs were talking, and Zhu Xuanzhou occasionally said a few words. They felt the warmth that they had never experienced before, and also deeply realized that what Song Lingjia said before was that the whole family was harmonious and loving. It was similar to this Feeling is unrealistic and cannot be touched, but you can feel the beauty.

"It's getting late, let's go. Zhu Xuanzhou has just gained some energy and needs a good rest." Song Tingran walked to the door, looked at the laughter and laughter inside, and said softly.

The sons of the Song family all like Zhu Xuanzhou very much. Although he is physically weak, he speaks well and is down-to-earth. He is clumsy and sincere when he speaks, so everyone is a little reluctant to part with him.

Shi Yan stood up first, "Let Zhu Xuanzhou have a good rest first. You can come back to play later. Always let the patient recover first."

"Okay then." Song Lingjia responded. He walked to Zhu Xuanzhou's bed and wanted to help him pull the quilt, but felt that this was too intimate, so he just stood there.

"Zhu Xuanzhou, let's leave first. You should get better soon. Just wait until tomorrow. I will come see you again."

"Okay, go back quickly. I'm really sorry for taking so long because of my matters."

Children are children after all. Such a small separation is not a separation, but it is also a long time to say goodbye.

After leaving Zhu Xuanzhou's home, Song Tingran's family returned to the inn. Most of the matter had been resolved. Now it depends on the decision of the county magistrate.

"Jiajia, you and Zhu Xuanzhou seem to be very familiar. Did you meet Fenye Persimmon that day?" Song Tingran asked casually.

Song Lingjia was heartless and told everything about how the two people met.

Song Zhangyue stared blankly, thinking that if it were her, she might not tell everything. After all, what happened between her and little master Jin Cheng was a little secret between the two of them.

Qiao Jinshu sat at the edge of the table, holding his chin with one hand, "Then you two are really destined. We knew each other in Ping'an Town, and then we met again in this mountainous village."

"Well, Zhu Xuanzhou also said that I am his first good friend!" Song Lingjia was very proud. When he said this, he held his head high.

The door was open. Wang Huiqiao came, but didn't come in. She stood at the door.

"Dear guest, it's still early. Shall we go up the mountain today? We'll go to another mountain. We've found a lot of pheasants in the past few days, and many people have gone there to hunt."

Anyway, it was idle time. After taking care of Zhu Xuanzhou's affairs, it was time to relax and have some fun. Song Tingran agreed, and the family followed Wang Huiqiao, picked up the equipment, and went up the mountain.

Along the way, I met many other tourists, and many of them had something to gain.

"Dear guest, look, we are here today. According to people in our village, we found a huge pheasant nest and all the pheasants inside ran out. Let's hunt more today!"

Wang Huiqiao is very excited. She loves the mountains here deeply. People are too small. After living here for decades, they still cannot understand all the mountains. These mysteries have also been feeding the people of Banshan Village.

Song Lingjia's mind was filled with chicken soup. When her family members were feeling unwell, they would always make soup to replenish their health. With a bow and arrow in her hand, she must hunt a pheasant and make soup for Zhu Xuanzhou.

"Jiajia, there's one over there." Song Can pointed.

"Where, I can't see it..."

"It's over there. It's very similar to the color of the tree trunk. It's hidden among the dead trees."

"Oh oh oh, it's exactly the same. This pheasant is really good at finding places to hide and look at me."