The journey of the only child of a peasant family to take the imperial examination

"To bring in wealth, ah!" Grandma Jinbao touched her granddaughter's cheek and seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally she just sighed.

He patted the back of his granddaughter's hand and said gently, "Okay, the hardest hurdle is over. Everything will be fine from now on!"

"Yeah, I understand. It will be fine in the future. I hope we can all be safe and sound." Zhaocai wiped his tears and cried and laughed.

There was no resentment in his eyes, only genuine surprise.

"When the county magistrate sent people to help clean the house, I took the children at home to work in the mountains. I don't know what happened exactly, but I know that you left with Ping'an's family. I thought that since Ping'an's family came back, you would definitely come back if you were still alive. That's why I was waiting for you so eagerly. Fortunately, you are finally back. I just hope everyone is doing well."

"Ah, it seems that you have suffered a lot. You can tell me the details when we get home. Although we are not rich these years, we have no worries about food and drink. At least we can fill our stomachs. Don't worry, Dad will help you," Jinbao's father sighed.

Seeing his daughter living such a miserable life, he was also a little moved.

After all, their family is different from other families. They have few children, only two. Although Zhaocai is a daughter, he believes that he did not treat her badly in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation when she was a child.

He really couldn't take care of the matter of fleeing. A daughter who is married off is like water spilled, and if he really took her away, it would not just be a matter of taking one or two people.

He is a clay Buddha who can hardly save himself when crossing the river, and he doesn't have such great ability.

Jin Bao's mother sighed and said nothing, only patting the back of her daughter's hand soothingly.

The current village chief of Zhangjia Village is Zhang Dachang, the nephew of Zhang Laotou from the next family. In fact, he and Zhang Laoer and others are cousins ​​within the fifth degree of mourning.

I was waiting at the village entrance early this morning. I don’t know if it was because I was too nervous or had a stomach upset, but I had diarrhea all day and went to the toilet countless times. I almost fainted.

That's why we were unable to meet the convoy in time when it entered the village.

At this time, after returning from the toilet, Zhang Dachang discovered that someone had arrived and hurried forward to greet him.

"Uncle, aunt, I just went to the toilet. Please don't blame me. Come into the village quickly. The house is cleaned up and the food is warming on the stove. These are the specialties that the women in the family have been busy making since morning. You should really try them."

After saying that, Zhang Dachang greeted Zhang Lao Da, Zhang Lao Er, Zhang Lao San, Jin Bao's father, and other people in the car.

He was especially respectful when facing Tan Yaoqi and Zhang Pingan.

Both of them were wearing casual clothes, both were handsome and looked authoritative. He couldn't tell which one was the real one.

Zhang Ping'an saw through it, so he bowed and greeted him, revealing his identity.

After hearing this, Zhang Dachang slapped his thigh and praised loudly, "My nephew Ping'an is really promising. I saw it from a young age. It's incredible, really incredible!"

After saying that, he looked at Xiao Yu'er in Zhang Ping'an's arms and asked, "This is your kid, right? He's very smart. Like father, like son. He's definitely going to be a great scholar in the future!"

Zhang Ping'an thanked him politely and said tactfully, "Uncle Dachang, why don't we talk after we get home? I just ordered some meat and oil from the butcher in town. They will be delivered soon. I'll have to trouble you to share them with everyone then."

"No problem, it's what we should do!" Zhang Dachang became even more enthusiastic when he heard it.

He couldn't help but smile widely on his tanned cheeks.

With the yamen runners and guards clearing the way and the village chief helping to maintain order, the Zhang family was able to drive to their doorstep smoothly.

Mrs. Zhang and Old Man Zhang got off the carriage tremblingly, looking at the house where they had lived for decades with mixed thoughts.

After Dazhu went forward to open the door, the family came in one after another.