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Song Yan's pupils trembled.

Tiger fighting hero?

And they sent the plaque over with drums and gongs?

Do you have to be so awkward?

Help! Song Yan was so embarrassed that she dug her toes into the ground.

Behind the officials, there was a large group of villagers who came to join in the fun. When they saw Song Yan coming out, they immediately shouted, "It's Xiao Song!"

Uncle Niu and Aunt Niu across the street heard the noise and came out to find out what was going on.

"What's going on?" Aunt Niu stretched her neck to look, "Whose family is having a wedding?"

"Aunt, it's not a wedding," Quanzi explained, "It's the officials who came to deliver a plaque to Xiao Song."

After a closer look, she saw that someone was carrying a plaque. Aunt Niu couldn't read and couldn't figure out what was written on it. "What plaque is that?"

"He is a tiger-killing hero!" Quanzi said proudly, "Xiao Song has really brought honor to our village."

Uncle Niu and Aunt Niu looked at Song Yan with surprise on their faces.

Song Yan could only laugh dryly: "Hahaha."

As he was speaking, the officials came up carrying a plaque, and the sound of gongs and drums was deafening.

Erya poked her head out from the door behind her, took a look, then covered her ears and ran back into the house.

The leading officer clasped his fists towards him and said respectfully, "Mr. Song, this is a plaque specially written for you by our county magistrate. Thank you for killing the tiger for the people."

It turned out to be written by the county magistrate himself? !

Song Yan changed his perfunctory attitude, took the plaque respectfully, and said with a sincere smile: "I thank you for the gift of calligraphy."

The villagers watching were excited and excited, with mixed emotions.

What made them excited was that a tiger-fighting hero emerged from their village, which was a great thing for the famous Yunshan County.

What’s complicated is that this hero is actually the brat from the Song family whom they have always looked down upon.

Everyone sighed and lamented, wondering why it had to be him.

But no matter what, their Zhangjia Village has completely overwhelmed Xiaoli Village this time, and their village chief is probably so angry that his teeth are itching.

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The officials came over with drums and gongs beating along the way. The people in Xiaoli Village were not deaf, so they naturally heard the noise, and some of them came over to see out of curiosity.

When they saw that the officials had brought a plaque, they didn't have time to be happy before they saw the officials carrying the plaque and going to the neighboring Zhangjia Village with gongs and drums.

The people in Xiaoli Village all turned pale in an instant.

The reward money was gone, and the fame was not gained either. The old village chief had planned everything, but in the end, it was all in vain. He was so angry that he almost fainted.

In another household in Zhangjia Village, quarrels were heard one after another.

Dashan Niang put her hands on her hips and angrily accused: "Are you dead? You can't even cook properly, and the rice is still undercooked."

Dashan's wife covered her face with tears in her eyes: "Mom, Pan Di knocked out her front teeth. She has lost a lot of weight from crying these days. I am really worried. Can you give me some money so that I can take her to see a doctor?"

This story started a few days ago. Zhang Pandi didn't see any excitement at the Song family and went home angrily.

It was dark and she couldn't see clearly on the road. She accidentally tripped over a rock and fell to the ground, knocking out her front teeth.

"What's the point of seeing a doctor if her front teeth are knocked out? It's her fault for walking without paying attention." Dashan's mother said disapprovingly.

The wife of the mountain hesitated and said, "I heard that there is a doctor in town who is good at filling teeth..."

Before he could finish his words, Dashan's mother interrupted him with a frown: "Why should a little girl get her teeth fixed? Why don't you give her a gold tooth? Get lost, I don't have the money."

As he was speaking, there was a sudden noise of gongs and drums outside.

"Why is it so noisy outside?" Dashan's mother muttered as she went out to check.

I saw several constables in official uniform walking towards the Song family.

She was secretly delighted in her heart, could it be that Song Dashu had committed a crime and the police came to arrest him?

Just as I was about to join in the fun, I saw Zhang Dashan coming back with a hoe in his hand and a gloomy face.

"Dashan, weren't you working in the fields? Why are you back? By the way, did anything happen outside?" Dashan's mother asked.

Zhang Dashan dropped his hoe and said gloomily, "The official is here to present a plaque to Song Dashu."

"What, what plaque?" Dashan Niang asked tremblingly while holding the door.

Zhang Dashan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Tiger-fighting hero."

When Dashan's mother heard this, she was so shocked that she fell to the ground.

That's a big beast, a legendary beast that eats people.

She was pale, her expression was unpredictable, and she finally said in a trembling voice: "Son, let's not go against Song Dashu anymore, okay?"

A trace of jealousy flashed in Zhang Dashan's eyes, but he finally replied unwillingly: "I know."

A crowd gathered in front of the Song family's door, and the atmosphere became increasingly lively. Even the village chief came over after hearing the news, with a huge smile on his face.

"By the way, Master Lin also asked me to bring you a letter." An official said, handing Song Yan a letter and added, "He asked you to write back to him after reading it."

Song Yan was about to put the plaque down, and Quanzi, who was next to him, saw this and quickly reached out to help steady it.

After taking the envelope, Song Yan immediately opened it and read it.

In the letter, Lin Yifeng wrote in a very eloquent manner, filling up a large piece of paper.

The gist of the letter was that he had requested his father to write the plaque personally as a reward for Song Yan's gift of the tiger, so Song Yan didn't need to thank him.

After reading this, Song Yan couldn't help but grit his teeth and said to himself: Thank you so much.

Read on.

Lin Yifeng also mentioned that if Song Yan insisted on thanking him, he could send her some more of the snacks from last time.

Song Yan sneered.

You still want cookies? I think you are dreaming.

At the end of the letter, Lin Yifeng wrote that if your brother encounters anything he doesn’t understand while reading the book he gave him last time, he can write to him for advice at any time.

Song Yan, who had a sneer on his face just now, instantly had an expression as warm as the spring breeze.

You are quite sensible boy.

The biscuits are gone, but there is still some pork jerky, so I'll give him a pound of it first.

Song Yan said politely: "Officials, please come in and have a cup of tea and rest your feet."

The leading officer declined politely, "Don't bother, Mr. Song. We will be back soon. Please write your reply as soon as possible so that we can bring it back to Master Lin."

Song Yan replied: "Then please wait for a moment, I will write a reply to Master Lin right away."

The villagers standing by were all in disbelief when they heard this conversation. It was incredible that the kid from the Song family was actually having contact with the young master of the official family.

Song Yan returned to the house, took out paper and pen, and wrote a reply letter to Lin Yifeng.

There was not much pork jerky left in the kitchen. In order to appease Erya a few days ago, he took out half a pound of it. Now there were only one or two pounds left.

He planned to make more when he had time, because he found that pork jerky was also suitable as a souvenir.

He took out a pound of pork jerky from the sealed bag, carefully wrapped it in oil paper, walked out of the yard, and handed it to the official: "Please pass it to Master Lin."

The officer took the oil-paper bag, clasped his fist at him, and then left with several other officers.

The villagers who were watching were still very interested and unwilling to leave. They asked curiously, "Xiao Song, what did you give to the official?"

Song Yan replied casually: "They are just some snacks I made myself. They are not worth much."

Hearing this, everyone's interest suddenly waned, and they turned their attention to the plaque brought by the official.

The writing on the plaque is vigorous and the ink is vivid. Every stroke is like the bones of mountains and rivers, full of vivid charm.

Even illiterate people can't help but admire the beautiful handwriting.

Someone couldn't help but reach out to touch the plaque: "My goodness, this is the calligraphy written by the county magistrate himself."

Others also rushed to touch it: "Let me touch it too, to get some of the good luck."

Quan Zi quickly dodged and said nervously, "You better be careful not to damage it."

"Quanzi, don't be so stingy. This isn't for you. What's wrong with letting me touch it?"