The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao's request to go to Pipazhou was ruthlessly rejected by his grandfather.

"The disaster relief will be arranged by the imperial court. There will be a snow disaster in Pipazhou in a few years. The snow disaster in the past few years was more serious. Grandpa went there in person and told the local government about the recovery method after the disaster. They all know how to do it. Do it, it'll be fine."

Seeing that Song Jiao was still reluctant, Grandpa Song emphasized his tone: "Aren't you going there to make trouble for them?"

Song Jiao said seriously, "Grandpa, I won't make trouble, I'm serious."

Grandpa Song said helplessly: "Then show a serious look." He stood up and straightened his official uniform: "Grandpa is going to court, you two go to class quickly after eating."

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi responded together: "Understood."

Wen Zhi had finished eating a long time ago, so he sat down and waited for Song Jiao.Song Jiao took two mouthfuls of the bread in his hand, looked at Wen Zhi: "Zhi Duoxing..."

"Don't look for me, I didn't see that you were serious."

Song Jiao lowered his head and took a big mouthful of milk tea.

He really means it.

Song Jiao touched the letter still in his arms with his hand, and made up his mind that he must go to Pipazhou.

After Song Jiao finished eating, the two went out with their schoolbags.

Wen Zhi turned his head and saw that Song Jiao was still looking thoughtful, and kindly reminded him: "Don't think so much, Grandpa Song is right, you are going here now to make trouble."

"I didn't."

Song Jiao turned his head to refute, then quickened his pace and walked forward.

Wen Zhi followed behind helplessly, thinking that after a while, when the snowstorm on Pipazhou subsides and Taixue is about to start classes, Song Jiao's thoughts will probably stop.

The two walked on the long street one after the other, Song Jiao rushed forward angrily, he was so mad, why did they all think they wanted to go there to play?He said very seriously that he wanted to go there for disaster relief.

As a result, Grandpa didn't understand him, and Zhi Duoxing didn't understand him either.

What a nuisance.

As Song Jiao was walking, he suddenly lost his strength and slowed down.

In fact, what they said was right. He didn't know anything about disaster relief, so he said rashly that he would go there.

He was thinking about Xie Chen last night, and he didn't sleep much all night. He woke up a little upset this morning, and he saw the news in the mansion newspaper, so...

Song Jiao regained his composure, turned around to talk to Wen Zhi, but saw Wen Zhi being stopped by someone.

Song Jiao recognized that person as Wen Zhi's cousin named Wen Yun, who was two or three years younger than Wen Zhi.

Because he is the youngest child in the family, everyone in the family dotes on him. He doesn't like to study, so they really don't let him go to school. Only when he is old, let Wen Zhi's father find him a job in the army, and let him directly to join the army.

The Wen family's arrangements for their children seem to be like this. The men go to join the army, and the women stay to marry.

It is precisely because of this that Wen Zhi, who was the first to break the family rules, seemed out of place in this family.

Song Jiao grabbed the schoolbag strap, stepped forward quickly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yun turned around and bowed to Song Jiao: "Your Highness."

Song Jiao asked: "What's the matter? What can I do with Wen Zhi?"

Wen Yun smiled and said: "It's nothing, but uncle asked elder brother to go home tonight."

The "uncle" he said was actually Wen Zhi's father.

He opposed Wen Zhi's reading before, and later burned all of Wen Zhi's books. Wen Zhi had no choice but to make trouble at Mr. Xie's family. It was Mr. Xie who made the decision to let Wen Zhi stay in Fengxiang City. study.

After this incident, Wen Zhi also lived in the Song Mansion, and he broke with his family.

In Song Jiao's impression, Wen Zhi's father was indeed not very kind, he could even burn Wen Zhi's books, and his temper was indeed not very good.Besides, the last time the incident was brought up in front of Grandpa Xie, Father Wen lost face in front of Grandpa Xie, so I'm afraid he felt even more unhappy.

It is also because of this that Song Jiao has always been worried about Wen Zhi's contact with his family members.

Song Jiao looked at Wen Zhi, saw him nodding slightly, and said to Wen Yun, "Okay, then go back and tell me that I will go there with Wen Zhi at night."

Wen Yun agreed: "Hey, after school in the evening, I will pick you up at Liu's Mansion."

After saying a few words, Wen Yun left without wasting their time.

Song Jiao held Wen Zhi's hand: "I'm sorry just now."

Wen Zhi smiled at him, and held his hand back: "What's the matter? Let's go."

Song Jiao tentatively asked, "Where is your house?"

Wen Zhiding said: "If they can't figure it out, they have to figure it out."

Song Jiao bent his eyes: "That's good."

The two rushed to Liu's mansion together, and suddenly saw a group of people and a bunch of carriages and horses gathered in front of the shop, and they didn't know what they were doing.

The two spoke at the same time.

Wen knew: "Let's go from the other side."

Song Jiao trotted forward: "I'll go and have a look."

Song Jiao loves to watch the excitement the most.

Wen Zhi Fu forehead.

Song Jiao trotted forward, only to realize that this group of people was surrounded by the Shuangwu Building where Chu Heng auctioned the scrolls.

Strange, he rubbed his chin, stood on the periphery of the crowd, tiptoed to look inside.Song Jiao hadn't figured out what was going on, so he squeezed out from the crowd with his back bent, and grabbed his hand.

Song Jiao was taken aback. Seeing that he was about to shout, the man quickly covered his mouth again.

"it's me."

It turned out to be Chu Heng.

Song Jiao blinked her eyes, indicating that she knew.

Chu Heng let go of him, and Wen Zhi who was behind Song Jiao also followed.

"Mamao, what's the matter?"

Chu Heng asked, "Where are you two going?"

Song Jiao said, "Go to class."

"I'll go with you." After Chu Heng said this, he continued to hunker down, tugged on Song Jiao's sleeve, covered his face with the sleeve, and followed them quietly, avoiding the crowd.

It wasn't until he walked through the street that he straightened up, patted his sleeves, and stroked his hair.

Song Jiao asked him: "What's wrong with you? Your business went bankrupt? Are you being chased for debt?"

Chu Heng said: "Almost."

"Then...how much do you owe?"

"6000 taels." Chu Heng stretched out a hand, raised his thumb and little finger, "Didn't I bet with my dad last year? If I could earn 6000 taels last year, I wouldn't need to study."

Song Jiao asked: "Then you didn't earn it?"

"Of course I didn't earn it." Chu Heng looked at him, "I was hoping that Prime Minister Song's books would fetch a good price, but in the end I gave you all the books, and I paid for the shipping fee."

Song Jiao smiled embarrassedly: "Then your father came to look for you now?"

"Yes, the building is going to be demolished, and I'm going back to Qingguo to study."

"That's it." Song Jiao was a little disappointed, but he couldn't think of any good way, "I can't get together 6000 taels for a while, can I bargain with your father?"

Chu Heng said: "6000 taels is already the result of counter-offering."

Wen Zhi folded his hands and walked behind them, looking at these two little fools holding hands and looking at their tearful eyes, feeling very helpless.

He reminded: "Anyway, it's reading, it's the same wherever you study."

The two teary-eyed people turned their heads.

The corners of Wen Zhi's mouth twitched: "I said, there are imperial schools in both Qing and Qi countries. The imperial schools start classes the day after tomorrow, so you can just stay and study."

Chu Heng suddenly realized: "Yes."

They were delayed on the road for a while, and when they arrived at the Liu Mansion, they were already late.

Mr. Liu sat on his seat with a ruler in his hand, ready to fight.

Song Jiao cautiously pushed the door open, poked his head out, and called softly, "Teacher Liu."

The ruler in Teacher Liu's hand snapped: "You still know to come here? Where did you take Wen Zhi?"

Then Chu Heng poked his head out behind Song Jiao, and tried to shout: "Teacher Liu."

Mr. Liu was puzzled: "This is..."

"Teacher." Wen Zhi directly opened the door, and the two people lying on the door almost lost their balance.

"Wen Zhi!"

Mr. Liu rested his forehead and sighed.

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi brought an auditor over and said they would come and stay for a day before leaving, but Mr. Liu was also very conscientious, asking Chu Heng some words and sentences in the book, and also asked him about his policy.

Mr. Liu found that his background was not bad, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Song Jiao and Wen Zhi, and he immediately became interested in talents, and taught him the same way he taught Song Jiao and Wen Zhi.

It's just that Song Jiao and Chu Heng are both out of temper, and when they get together, they always have endless things to say.

In the end, Mr. Liu had no choice but to shout, "Wen Zhi."

So Wen Zhi dragged the stool, walked between the two of them and sat down, separating them.

Song Jiao and Chu Heng could only look at each other from a distance, separated by Wen Zhi.

After school in the evening, Mr. Liu was so attached to this new seedling that he forgot about Song Jiao and Wen Zhi.

"Xiao Chu, you must come tomorrow. Remember to bring your household registration with you tomorrow. The teacher will help you register at Taixue."

Chu Heng hesitated: "Mr. Liu, I..."

Song Jiao grabbed him: "Third Grandpa, he knows, let's go first."

Mr. Liu deliberately lowered his face and waved at him: "You go."

Turning around, Chu Heng asked in a low voice: "What are you doing? If I go back today, I may not be able to come tomorrow."

Song Jiao comforted him: "It's okay, don't worry."

The three of them left the gate of the Liu Mansion together. Wen Yun of the Wen family was already waiting outside. Seeing them coming out, he quickly called out: "Brother, Your Highness."

Song Jiao asked Chu Heng, "Wen Zhi and I are going back to his house today, do you want to come with us?"

Chu Heng nodded: "Of course."

"What about your father?"

"Let him wait. Anyway, when I go back, he will scold me and urge me to study. I'm too lazy to go back."

Song Jiao said, "Why don't you let him come to Wen's house too?"

"He..." Chu Heng turned to look at Wen Zhi, and asked, "Is this also okay?"

Wen Zhi quickly understood what Song Jiao meant.

Of the two parents, one is unwilling to let Wen Zhi study, and the other wants to let Chu Heng study. Anyway, they have reached this point, so why not put these two together and let them fight ——Convince each other.

Thanks to Song Jiao for coming up with such a weird idea.

Wen Zhi smiled, nodded and said: "Of course." He turned to his cousin and said, "Go back first and tell the family that we have guests tonight."

"Yes."

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi first accompanied Chu Heng back to Shuanghu Building, helped him invite Master Chu out, and then went to Wen's house together.

They told Master Chu that it was Chu Heng's friend's father who was treating them, and invited him to exchange educational experiences.Master Chu frowned at first, but under Chu Heng's "begging", he still went with them.

Master Chu walked in front with his hands behind his back.Behind them were Song Jiao and Wen Zhi, and Chu Heng walked between them, his legs were a little weak, he needed Song Jiao and Wen Zhi to support him, so that he could walk freely.

Then there are some visiting gifts prepared by Master Chu temporarily.

They soon arrived at Wen's house. The house is small and very simple.

Wen Zhi stepped forward to open the door and asked them to come in first.

Then all the Wen family members came out. Although Father Wen had a leg injury and was on crutches, he was a soldier in the army after all, with a tall figure and a rough face.

Master Chu is a typical businessman.

Wen Zhi glanced at his father, and first called out: "Father, my classmate, and my classmate's father, Master Chu."

Chu Heng followed him and introduced: "Father, my classmate, and my classmate's father, Master Wen."

After seeing the ceremony on both sides, they sat in the hall for a while and then opened the table.

As soon as the banquet started, the two fathers talked happily.

Father Wen said: "My family has a stubborn temper. If you get stubborn, you won't be able to pull it back. It's going to piss me off."

Master Chu nodded again and again: "My house is exactly the same. When one day makes me mad, he will be happy, just like a donkey."

"All sons in the world are the same, either they will be beaten to death by Lao Tzu, or they will be pissed off by Lao Tzu."

The two cherished each other and hated seeing each other late.

Halfway through the banquet, three rounds of drinking.

Father Wen continued: "Old Chu, tell me, don't I just not let him study? There is..."

Master Chu suddenly stood up and said in shock, "You won't let him study!"

Father Wen was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

Master Chu sternly said: "In my dreams, I wish I could let my family study seriously, but you still don't let your son study, it's really... really ridiculous!"

"What do you mean? How about I change my son with you? Come and see how this bastard is studying?"

"Change it!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel, Wen Zhi put down the bowls and chopsticks, stopped the juniors who were about to go up to persuade the fight, and then took Song Jiao and Chu Heng back to the room together.

There are only two fathers who stand on opposite sides in the dining room. Let them quarrel on their own. Maybe they will come to a conclusion tomorrow.

Wen Zhi closed the door to block out the noise of the quarrel.

He looked back at Song Jiao and Chu Heng: "I'm laughing."

Chu Heng also replied to him: "You are laughing too."

Wen Zhi's room is clean, like a snow cave.It was originally piled with books, but after the books were burned, it became even more empty.

Wen knew: "Sit down wherever you want, are you full? How about I go out and get something to come in?"

Song Jiao sat down on the couch, waved his hands and said, "It's still not necessary, you can go out when the outside calms down a bit."

"Alright." Wen Zhi turned his head and saw something on the wooden shelf he had made by himself. Just as he was about to go over to have a look, there was a knock on the door.

He went to open the door: "Mother."

Song Jiao and Chu Heng hurriedly settled down: "Auntie."

"Yeah." Mrs. Wen nodded to them, and then handed the food box in her hand to Wen Zhi, "You and your friend haven't eaten yet, right? Your father is the one with a bad temper, so don't worry about him, mother took some snacks , for you to eat."

"Yes."

Song Jiao and Chu Heng also thanked: "Thank you, Auntie."

Mrs. Wen looked at Wen Zhi and asked, "You're going to Taixue the day after tomorrow, aren't you?"

Wen Zhi nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, mother knows, you go in and play with your friends."

After saying this, the door was closed.

Wen Zhi put the snacks in front of his friends, walked to the wooden shelf by himself, and took a look.

It turned out that they were two new books. After his scrolls were burned, the family members thought about it and felt sorry for them, so they specially bought them for him.

Wen Zhi closed his eyes, then walked back to his friends and had snacks with them.

The three of them ate something, and vaguely heard the noise outside getting quieter, so they went out to take a look.

I saw that the two fathers had stopped arguing, hugged each other and cried.

Father Wen howled: "Aren't I also planning for him? If reading is really that good, then can Prime Minister Song be exiled in the first place? I have heard that he had ups and downs in Qingguo, back and forth Who can stand being demoted? Prime Minister Song is one of the tenacious people who can bear it, and the one in my family, can he bear it?"

Master Chu said: "Then I also plan for him. Studying is good, but doing business is not good. A few years ago, I couldn't even wear good clothes. Reading is so good. When I was young, I just didn't study. become what it is now.”

"It's great to go to battle. After fighting for a while, you will be like me and retire. If you are a civil servant, you will be in fear all day long. If you stand in the wrong team, you will lose your head. I am too scared. I dreamed a while ago that he was killed by someone. Chop your head off."

Wen Zhi's face changed slightly. He always thought that his father would let him join the army so that he could inherit his unfinished business.

Didn't expect it to be for such an odd reason.

Chu Heng also changed his face: "My father actually cried, I want to write this down and tell him tomorrow."

Not long after, Mrs. Wen came.

Wen Zhi took a step back to make way for his mother.

Mrs. Wen asked them to go back to the room: "Go back and play, my mother will take care of it here."

Mrs. Wen greeted the attendants and helped the two masters back to rest.

The three teenagers returned to the room again, this time no one spoke.

That night, the three of them slept together in Wen Zhi's room.

The three of them slept in two small couches, all covered with quilts, talking in the dark.

Song Jiao said: "I didn't know before... I thought they would be persuaded by the other party, I didn't expect it to become like this."

Chu Heng said: "Go to sleep, let's go to sleep, let's talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow."

Wen Zhi responded, "Yes."

Song Jiao thought to himself that the two friends' respective troubles should be solved together now, but he still has troubles to solve.

Early the next morning, the three of them got up, washed up, and prepared to go to Liu's Mansion for class.

The three of them opened the door, and saw Master Wen and Master Chu standing at the door.

The two fathers asked at the same time: "Whose idea is this?"

Wen Zhi and Chu Heng took a step aside at the same time, revealing Song Jiao hiding behind them.

Song Jiao waved to them: "Hello, uncles, I... My original intention is... I want to..."

Before the conversation was over, Song Jiao was dragged out by the two fathers.

"Good boy, it's you."

Song Jiao was sandwiched between the two adults, and explained in a low voice: "I just want you to quarrel and see who can convince the other. I didn't expect you to cry."

The two fathers patted him on the shoulder at the same time.

"You're amazing." Father Wen turned his head to look at Wen Zhi, "You can do whatever you want, study if you like, and be careful of your life."

Wen Zhi nodded, his expression still calm: "Yes."

Seeing that Master Wen was softening, Chu Heng hurriedly said to his father: "Father, you also cried yesterday, so can I stay and study? With them?"

Master Chu's expression changed: "As you please."

Song Jiao was caught in the middle, and smiled at the two friends, look, I said it can be solved perfectly.

The carriage and gifts outside the door have been prepared, prepared by Master Chu.

He said: "Since you want to stay here to study, of course you have to pay a visit to the teacher. Today I will go with you."

Chu Heng asked: "Father, my household registration..."

"Throw the money and turn it around."

The father and son reconciled as before, but the Wen family seemed to be a little embarrassed.

Wen Zhi's expression was calm, and Father Wen couldn't bear to talk to him.

Until Mrs. Wen came out holding a package, she knew to Wen: "Aren't you going to Taixue tomorrow? Mother is afraid that you won't be used to the bedding there, so I sew it for you. Take it back to the Song Mansion first, and take it to Taixue tomorrow. study."

"And this." Mrs. Wen took out a few books from the package, "Some of your books were burnt out, and your father glued them together for you. He went to ask Prime Minister Song to help fill in the missing parts. When he called you back yesterday, he wanted to give this to you, but he didn’t dare himself.”

Wen Zhi glanced at his father, flipped through the book, and saw the marks of paste on the book, suddenly his throat was choked up, and he couldn't speak.

"I'm going to be late." Wen Zhi returned the package to his mother, "Leave the things at home first, and I'll return them at night."

"Are you going to be late?" Master Chu greeted them, "Hurry up, get on the carriage, get on the carriage, and take you to school."

Both Chu Heng and Wen Zhi got into the carriage, and Song Jiao also wanted to go up, but the next moment, he was supported by two adults.

Master Chu asked: "Song Maomao? We and Lao Wen plan to become brothers with different surnames. Are you interested in getting together?"

Chu Heng lifted the curtain of the carriage, and reminded in a low voice: "Father, his name is not Song Maomao, but Song Jiao. Maomao is a nickname, and I mistook it at first."

Song Jiao looked at the two fathers and shook his head vigorously: "I'll forget it. I'm sworn sworn brothers with Xiao Wen and Xiao Chu, and I'm with Lao Wen and Lao Chu, so let's forget it."

Two adults sent him to the carriage, and when he got up, he said "Thank you" very lightly, and he didn't know who sent it to his ears.

Song Jiao turned his head to look, and the two adults looked as usual, and they didn't know who said it.

They went to pay a visit to Mr. Liu, Song Jiao was of course happy.Because Mr. Liu has to greet guests, he doesn't have to go to class in the morning.

In the morning, it was changed to self-review. Song Jiao sat on the seat, curling her hair with her fingers preoccupied.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, took out the pen and paper, dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote the word "Pipazhou" on the blank paper. After thinking for a while, he added a few more words——

Disaster relief.

Grandpa didn't let him go to Pipazhou simply because he didn't have any plans, as long as he came up with a plan, grandpa would let him go.

Song Jiao thought for a while, and called the system in his heart: "Tongtong, I need documents, documents about snow disasters."

"Want to find Xie Chen?"

"Ah."

For the first time, the system did not stop him, but sent him a lot of documents all at once.

"Look at it slowly." The electronic sound of the system was a little gloating.

Song Jiao stared at the voluminous documents transmitted by the system, and froze in place.

At this moment, Wen Zhi knocked on the table in front of him to bring him back to his senses.

Song Jiao really came back to his senses, he looked at his two friends: "My friends, now it's your turn to help me."