Wu'an!

Yang Qifeng held the reins and watched the city gate slowly open in the morning light. He walked straight into Wu'an City.

To use the old saying, this place can be regarded as a place where he is prosperous.

Of course, this is a gigging word on his face, and he has nothing to do with this dragon now.

When he returned to Wu'an, Yang Qifeng, he headed towards his home. This Zhou mansion is his home for the time being and will belong to others soon. Yang Qifeng wants to give the property to Zhou Mao's widow.

A creaking sound followed by the door opening.

Zhou Mao's widow, who was in the courtyard, was extremely surprised to see Yang Qifeng, but then he bowed to Yang Qifeng in a regular manner and said, "Brother Seventh!"

The widow of Zhou Mao is not very old, and Zhou Mao is still one year younger. He has been a widow at a young age and has no chance of remarrying. The Zhou family will definitely not allow it. It can be said that he has a miserable life. Fortunately, there is still a son to accompany him.

“Are you still used to living here?”

"It's much better than Yecheng," she answered with a humble and arrogant response. Yang Qifeng also didn't care about this lukewarm attitude. The Zhou family was a county-level family. Even if Zhou Mao lost power, it would be impossible for Zhou Mao to marry a village girl.

This person also comes from a wealthy family in the county. He is not a legitimate daughter, but he has been studying since childhood. How can he not investigate this scattered matter as long as he has knowledge?

"That's good. As long as you live in peace, teach Ping'er carefully and teach Ping'er to become a talent, if there is a shortage of money, you can send someone to Yecheng. The Zhou family will not treat you mother and son badly,"

"Especially Ping'er, if he is a high school scholar in the future, he will return to the Zhou family," Yang Qifeng did not kill all the people, and did not feel embarrassed at all against Zhou Mao's widow.

"Thank you, Brother Qi, Ping'er will decide when he grows up," she thanked Yang Qifeng for a moment. Seeing this, Yang Qifeng also asked Zhou's place tactfully, and then left directly.

After Yang Qifeng found Zhou's family to pay his respects, he sent someone to invite friends to entertain his former classmates at Huiqinglou. He is now the first-class high school student and the new top scorer. How could anyone else not come?

Not long after Yang Qifeng came to Huiqing Tower to book the entire building, the originally empty Huiqing Tower was full of traffic, with carriages coming one after another, and classmates who had been together in the imperial examinations in the past came one after another.

In Wu'an, they are all children of a large clan, and each one is surrounded by others. Even if they are poor, they will accumulate some wealth after becoming a scholar.

"Meet the Lord!"

"No need to be polite. Today is a private banquet. No matter whether it is a state affairs, you don't need to see each other. I am from Wu'an. Everyone is a child of Wu'an. We are all fellow villagers. We also entered the imperial examination together. There is no need to be so formal in private."

Yang Qifeng welcomed one classmate after another with a smile. It was only more than four years or five years. Their same identities in the past have now been divided into different levels, and it can be judged from the seats that sat down.

Although he did not force the seats to be arranged, they all consciously sat upright according to the rankings of the imperial examinations. How could scholars sit on top of the juren? These extremely regular Jinshi, Juren, and scholars are arranged.

Yang Qifeng looked around and found that the only Jinshi who were produced by Wu'an were him and Wang Jian, one in one in one and the other in three in one, and there were only a few other scholars, and the most scholars were.

This is also relatively normal. If you can produce two Jinshi in just one county in Wu'an, it is considered a great incense. After all, there are only more than 100 places, and you can choose one of one hundred. The chance of this is too small. It's just a juren.

"There is something that needs everyone's support when returning to Wu'an this time."

"But the king's thief led the victims into the country?" someone asked and preached.

"No, this private banquet will not discuss state affairs,"

"It's the widow of my seventeenth brother. My seventeenth brother is a talented person. He is the third-year senior high school student and is awarded the same Jinshi. He is expected to be a real person in the future. Unfortunately, God is jealous of talent. The imperial examination is too hard to spend. After he comes back, he is bedridden."

"The body has never recovered, and he passed away not long ago."

"I have arranged my widow to Wu'an, but I think that the mother and son are new to the place, and they are not familiar with each other, so they must be in a difficult situation. So I came here to find everyone in this time, hoping that if you can do your best,"

"Brother Zhou, Zhou Mao is your brother. If you have difficulties, it is just a matter of one word. You must help if you can help. If you can't help, you must help even if you can't help you, you must help you even if you can't join forces."

Yang Qifeng nodded to the person who was speaking, and this person's words were very skillful.

Others expressed their opinions and kept saying compliments, such as deep brotherhood, unity and friendship, and all kinds of money-free words were smashed out. As for what they were thinking in their hearts, Yang Qifeng had no need to know.

A banquet was extremely lively and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After the banquet, everyone left cleanly, only Wang Jian, who was deliberately left by Yang Qifeng.

"Brother Wang stay!" Yang Qifeng stopped Wang Jian who was about to leave. This was the main purpose of the banquet for everyone. How could he let him run away?

"Is there anything wrong?" Wang Jian preached in a calm tone.

"I saw that Brother Wang was so depressed after he entered the banquet, but I was worried about the recent affairs of the Wang family?"

"Brother Zhou already knows that Wu'an is not close to Yecheng?" Wang Jian sat down again, picked up the wine glass on the table, and drank it directly. He just held his attitude and was completely let go of it at this moment.

"If it is someone else's affairs, I don't care about it, but how can I not pay attention to Brother Wang's affairs?" Yang Qifeng admitted that with Wang Jian's wisdom, how could he not see through his caution?

"Brother Zhou is really meant," Wang Jian picked up the wine glass and drank it dry again. Then he continued to slowly tell: "My Wang family is not from a high family."

"The ancestors have obtained opportunities since the end of the pre-Qin period and were able to read and practice calligraphy, but they have no luck and have not participated in the imperial examination."

"At that time, the world was in chaos, and our ancestors were lucky. Emperor Taizu Gao rose up and Wu'an County lacked officials. Because our ancestors recognized the words, they became minor officials in the county."

"I have accumulated some money at home. My ancestors knew that reading can change my destiny, so I cultivated my son to study,"

"Because the world is peaceful, my Wang family has worked diligently and passed down from generation to generation. They did not participate in the imperial examination and consumed luck, but accumulated wealth through business. Only when they entered the imperial examination field and made contributions in one fell swoop, a scholar was born," he said.

"At this point, my family business of Wang's family grew stronger and stronger, and the patriarch even passed the Juren. By the third grade of my generation, I was awarded the same Jinshi as a Jinshi. It was a glorious moment,"

"There is a difficult business, and the ancestors of the Wang family are worthy of admiration," Yang Qifeng picked up the wine glass and drank it in vain.
Chapter completed!