After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Qin Yaoguang did not let anyone take the silver that he handed over with both hands, but just smiled and nodded in greeting.

The eldest brother hurriedly said, "Mother, I just saw their carriage was about to fall over, so I helped it up. I don't deserve your thanks."

For him, it was just a matter of convenience.

Hearing this, the people nearby who had witnessed the incident began to laugh and talk about it.

One of them gave the boss a thumbs up and said, "Young man, you have a good heart and great strength, why can't that be a thank you gift?"

"If it really hits that old man, it will be terrible!"

"Of course it's more than one person! If such a big coal truck falls down, it will definitely hit more than one person."

Someone immediately said in fear: "Come to think of it, I was nearby too, thank you, brother!"

The eldest son blushed and whispered, "Mother, don't listen to their nonsense. My son just came back from the toilet and saw that the shaft of the cart was broken when he passed by, so he reached out and pushed it for a while."

When helping others, he takes it for granted without even thinking.

When faced with other people's gratitude, I just feel something is wrong all over.

Amid the chatter of the crowd and the boss's words, Qin Yaoguang pieced together what had just happened.

This is the small square that is almost full of carriages.

There were not only horse-drawn carriages carrying people, but also carriages carrying goods. The one that had the accident was a donkey cart loaded with charcoal on its way to Beijing to sell.

No one knew where the donkey cart owner came from. After driving the cart, he handed it over to the person in charge and asked him to find a place to satisfy his physiological needs. He had not appeared until now.

I never thought that this donkey cart was too old.

The shaft of the cart could not bear the weight of the heavy charcoal fire. One side of the shaft broke and it slowly fell to the side.

At this time, the middle-aged man and his family happened to rest here, and the whole family, young and old, went to the tea stall, and no one noticed anything unusual with the donkey cart.

The old man walked slowly and was supported by his servants as he walked at the end.

In the words of an eyewitness, "If it weren't for the young master's quick eyes and hands, the old man would have been seriously injured if not dead! And with such a large cart of charcoal, it would have been difficult to clean up."

Qin Yaoguang looked at the eldest brother approvingly and praised him, "Big brother, you did a good job and helped a lot."

After being praised by his mother, the eldest child's already blushing face became visibly redder.

He scratched his head and looked at his toes, not knowing what to say.

Chun Ning looked at the charcoal-fired donkey cart that had caused the trouble and couldn't help but exclaimed "Ah!"

She pointed at the donkey cart and asked, "Nephew, you are the only one holding up such a big cart?!"

The owner of the donkey cart was too greedy and raised the fenders on both sides of the cart very high, and the cart was filled with charcoal piled high.

Just by looking at it, you can feel the heavy weight of the car.

The eldest brother held the donkey cart steady, and the servant, still in a state of panic, helped the old man away. His family members hurriedly called the person in charge of the parking lot to clean up the mess.

It took four or five people to support the cart instead of the boss. They found materials to support the broken shaft and were in the process of reinforcing it.

The people at the parking lot had collected the money, so of course they didn't want the donkey carts to break up, leaving the ground covered with charcoal fire that was difficult to clean up.

Of course, the money spent on labor and repairs will be reclaimed from the owner.

Chun Ning's question immediately resonated with everyone.

"Yes, yes, he alone has the strength of four or five people!"

"What a strength!"

Amid the praises from the crowd, the boss lowered his head lower and lower.

Seeing that he was not used to it, Qin Yaoguang said to the middle-aged man who was eager to thank him, "Why don't we talk somewhere else?"

She pointed to a tea stall not far away.

The middle-aged man quickly responded.

Qin Yaoguang gave Guyu a wink, and Guyu nodded and went to notify the convoy to postpone their departure.

When we arrived at the tea stall and before we sat down, the old man who was resting there came over to express his gratitude, supported by his family.

"You're welcome, old man."

Qin Yaoguang said gently: "Since my eldest brother has seen it, no matter who it is, he will help."

After hearing this, the boss nodded repeatedly in his heart.

My mother still understands me, he really didn’t do anything!

"Father, please eat something first. I will express my gratitude to my benefactor."

The middle-aged man helped the old man back to his seat before walking over again.

"Madam," he bowed, "you can see that my father is a man who values ​​friendship. If I don't thank my brother properly, he will definitely not be able to eat or sleep well."

He is over forty years old, with dark skin and a thin figure.

He wore a dark blue gauze scarf, which was commonly worn by scholars, and an ordinary thick cotton robe. The cuffs were frayed, revealing the silk filling inside.

Qin Yaoguang assessed this in her mind: the family had some assets, but they were not wealthy, so there was no need for her to let the eldest brother take the money as a thank you.

"Too polite."

Qin Yaoguang signaled the waiter to bring a pot of tea, and said gently: "When two people happen to meet on the road, it is a rare fate. Why bother to fall into the cliché?"

The middle-aged man heard her excuses and felt that every word was like pearls of wisdom.

The word "fate" at this time is not as widely used as it is today, and it specifically refers to chance and Buddhist fate.

The middle-aged man chewed over what she said several times, and suddenly he looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

He stood up from his seat and bowed to Qin Yaoguang.

Qin Yaoguang's head was full of question marks.

Stay calm and don't panic.

She couldn't lose the princess' dignity, even if the other party didn't know who she was.

Looking at the middle-aged man's behavior, Chun Ning blinked in confusion.

"Thank you for your teachings, Madam. I appreciate your teachings."

Qin Yaoguang was even more confused. What had she taught him that could allow someone older than her to call himself a student?

The middle-aged man stood up and introduced himself.

"I am from Xuanzhou, my surname is Fan, my name is Shiming, and I became a Jinshi in the 34th year of Xuanhe. This time I am bringing my family to Beijing to file for a job, and I am fortunate to have your help, young master. I am deeply grateful!"

As he spoke, he took out a name card from his bosom and presented it to the emperor, saying respectfully, "After arriving in Beijing, I will temporarily stay at No. 27, Guiyifang North Street. If Madam has any errands, please send someone with the name card."

Fan Shiming?

Qin Yao's pupils trembled.

Isn’t this the person who later became Prime Minister Fan?

Her mind raced as she quickly recalled the second half of the book about the changes in the court.

The current system of court officials still follows the system of three dukes and nine ministers of the previous dynasty.

Power was concentrated in the hands of the three highest officials: the Grand Tutor, the Grand Chancellor, and the Grand Marshal. Grand Tutor Xie was second only to the emperor.

When the previous emperor was alive, there was a plan to change the system of three dukes and nine ministers to the system of three provinces, six ministries and several prime ministers.

At that time, the late emperor was in his prime, and the country was peaceful and prosperous.

Unfortunately, his ambition was not fulfilled.

After the entire Yan family died for their country, the late emperor's health collapsed like a dead tree, and the aristocratic family that he had originally suppressed revived.

At the end of the original book, it was this Fan Shiming who led the Qingliu Poor Family to victory and became the leader of the group of prime ministers.

He became a Jinshi in the 34th year of Xuanhe.

Qin Yaoguang repeated it silently in his mind and became more and more certain of his guess. It was definitely not someone with the same name and surname. This was definitely this person!