You are unlucky and I am tough

It was impossible to help find medicine, but Cheng Shuang saw that County Magistrate Zheng had a good attitude and promised him that as long as they found the medicine, she would teach the treatment method to other doctors.

County Magistrate Zheng bowed and thanked him. It was obvious that Wei Qinglang was unwilling to lead the team to look for medicine elsewhere. He was helpless but also understood.

It is enough that he is able to find medicine for the whole village without asking for anything in return. Who can be so selfless? What's more, his wife is the only one who can cure this disease.

After knowing what to do, County Magistrate Zheng said goodbye, and the three men went out to see the man off to the carriage.

But who knew that when County Magistrate Zheng was about to get on the carriage, Cheng Caijun suddenly rushed out from the crowd and walked forward quickly.

"Greetings, County Magistrate. I am Cheng Caijun, a student at the White Crane Academy in town. Cheng Shuang is my cousin. Upon learning that the County Magistrate was coming, I came to pay my respects."

Cheng Shuang frowned when she saw this. She was surprised at first, then rolled her eyes fiercely, cursing in her heart, how could this guy actually use her face to show up in front of the county magistrate? She really wanted to go up and kick him.

Upon hearing this, County Magistrate Zheng couldn't help but take a second look at the scholar before him. "Mr. Cheng is quite a handsome man. Have you achieved any honors?"

Cheng Caijun became more respectful, "I am not talented, I just passed the examination for Tongsheng this year."

County Magistrate Zheng nodded in appreciation, "Very good, very good. I look forward to having Cheng Tongsheng on the list for next year's imperial examination."

Cheng Caijun was very excited, "I will definitely live up to the expectations of the county magistrate."

County Magistrate Zheng nodded with a smile, got on the carriage and left.

Hu Chunhua, who was in the crowd, smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum and said proudly, "See? My Jun'er has received praise from the county magistrate."

The villagers were too lazy to pay attention to her.

Cheng Lizheng glanced at Cheng Caijun, shook his head helplessly and ignored him. He looked at Cheng Shuang and said, "You are so brave, girl. Fortunately, the county magistrate has a good temper."

The words Cheng Shuang just said in the room made him break out in a cold sweat.

Cheng Shuang pouted, she was just telling the truth.

Wei Qinglang laughed and said, "Mr. Lizheng, what Cheng Shuang said is correct. Are all these people relying on me to lead the search for medicine? Do you think that the lawyer can't think of a better and faster way? He just doesn't want to spend more money to hire people, and he thinks my experience is the lowest risk. He just wants to catch me and take advantage of me. Why should we indulge him?"

Cheng Lizheng thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. "That's right, you have done enough. Let them do whatever they want."

Then he glanced at Cheng Shuang and smiled, "Your wife is quite protective of you."

Wei Qinglang was slightly stunned and turned to look at Cheng Shuang. Cheng Shuang was speechless and turned away to look.

What's going on? She's just sticking to the facts.

The villagers who were watching the fun nearby gathered around when they saw the carriage go away.

"Li Zheng, what is the county magistrate doing in our village?"

"Are you here to reward Cheng Shuang?"

"Is Cheng Shuang going to treat those people in the next village?"

"Can they afford so much money to buy medicine? Do they have to go into the mountains to find medicine?"

"Qing Lang, if you want to go into the mountains again, please bring my man with you this time."

"My son can go too. He has plenty of energy."

"My husband and son can go. Our family is poor, so please help my aunt's family."

A group of people were talking to each other, and they all felt that going into the mountains with Wei Qinglang was a great opportunity to make a fortune.

Cheng Lizheng saw that the villagers were talking more and more outrageously, so he knocked the ground with his crutch a few times, "What are you guys doing here? It's not our villagers who are treating the illness. The Qinglang couple doesn't owe them anything, so why should we find medicine for them?

The autumn harvest is just over twenty days away. Instead of dwelling on trivial matters all day, you should focus on tending to the fields. Don't crowd around here; there's no money to be made from gathering crops."

Seeing that the village head was angry, the more than 30 people who had gathered around him dispersed.

The crowd dispersed, but Cheng Caijun did not leave. He first bowed respectfully to Cheng Lizheng, and then handed the inkstone in his hand to Wei Qinglang.

"I didn't mean to not return it before, but I was busy with my studies at the academy and forgot for a moment. Please don't blame me, brother-in-law."

Wei Qinglang is one year older than Cheng Caijun, but he is a little older than Cheng Shuang. It is indeed correct to call him brother-in-law according to seniority, but Wei Qinglang feels uncomfortable every time he hears it.

I feel particularly uncomfortable today. This person is so shameless that he just pretends that what happened just now never happened.

He took the inkstone and said calmly, "Just return it. Don't come to my house to borrow anything you need in the future. My younger siblings also need to study, so I don't have any extra things to lend to outsiders."

Wei Qinglang emphasized the word "outsider". Cheng Caijun's face froze. He looked at Cheng Shuang, who gave him a blank look.

This attitude reminded him of the poem in which Cheng Shuang mocked him. He was the youngest student in the village. His whole family admired him and the whole village respected him, yet Cheng Shuang dared to roll her eyes at him.

It's just that he has a few bucks now. When he gets high school and becomes an official, he will make her kneel on the ground and kowtow to him.

"What a talented person."

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Cheng Li just wanted to break the awkwardness by saying, "Are you going to the county town to worship Kuixing tomorrow?"

Cheng Caijun nodded, "Yes, my parents have already prepared everything."

"My family's Mingli is going too. You and Xiuwen should come to my house tomorrow. I'll have Mingli's second uncle drive you into the city."

Cheng Caijun bowed and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Lizheng. I'll go back first."

Cheng Lizheng nodded, and sighed again as he watched Cheng Caijun leave.

"This child is good at studying and could have been a good kid. It's a pity that Cheng Deshun and his wife didn't teach him well... Alas..."

Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang exchanged a glance and said, "It's difficult for bad bamboo to produce good bamboo shoots. He has studied for so many years and received so much instruction from so many masters, but he still looks like his parents. We can only say that everyone has their own destiny. Why should the village headman feel sorry for him?"

Cheng Lizheng laughed, "Girl, you are now talking in a coherent way, and everything makes sense."

Cheng Shuang stepped forward and helped the headman into the yard, "Let's not talk about him. Tomorrow is July 7th. Our whole family is going to the county town to play. By the way, we will pick up Chen'er and Xiao Si to go worship Kuixing.

But we have never worshipped before, so we don’t know what to prepare. What did the village head prepare for your Mingli?

"Every year is pretty much the same, with incense, candles, fruits, flowers, and writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone. After offering them, they are imbued with the spiritual energy of Kuixing, and then you can bring them back to use during the exams.

Everything can be bought directly on the street. This year, Mingli's mother prepared an extra jar of wine for him, and the rest are the same things. "

"By the way, you also need to prepare the sacrificial text for Kuixing. You can write it yourself or ask someone to write it for you. It's not available for sale outside."

After the two of them understood the situation, they decided to just buy two sets of pens, ink, paper, and inkstone from the mall. After the worship, they could let their two younger brothers take them to the academy for daily use. Other things could also be bought on the streets of the county town. However, they didn't know how to write the sacrificial text.

After much thought, Wei Qinglang went next door to invite Zhao Xiuwen over.

When Zhao Xiuwen heard that he was asking about the memorial, he took out the memorial he had written yesterday from his arms.

The two heads came together to look, and Cheng Shuang began to recite: "On the seventh day of the seventh month of the sixteenth year of Yong'an, the believer Zhao Xiuwen respectfully prepared incense and flowers as offerings and respectfully offered sacrifices to the Kuixing Emperor.

I humbly believe that the Emperor Kuixing, with his immense talent, rules the destiny of literature. On this auspicious day of Qixi Festival, I pay my respects to him with all my heart, and respectfully pray for his mercy.

I have been studious since I was young and have great ambitions. I hope to pass the imperial examination, realize my ambitions, serve my country, and bring benefits to the people.

Today I offer fragrant fruits and a little wine, respectfully requesting the Emperor to grant me wisdom, open my spiritual intelligence, help me to improve my studies, and write brilliant articles.

May the Emperor bless me and help me pass the exam successfully, get my name on the list of successful candidates, bring honor to my family and bring glory to my hometown.

Where there is sincerity, even metal and stone will be opened.

I hope the Emperor will see my sincerity, have pity on my hard work, and help me achieve my wish.

I hope you enjoy it!"

After reading and closing the memorial, the two looked at each other and felt that it was very troublesome.

Cheng Shuang put on a perfect smile and looked at Zhao Xiuwen. "Zhao Tongsheng, why don't you write one for my two younger brothers as well?"