You are unlucky and I am tough

Cheng Jinxiu was very unhappy when she met Cheng Shuang. In the past two months, Cheng Shuang had been the talk of the town in the village. Even her grandfather started praising her after his headache was cured.

A few days ago, someone sent her a few pieces of good material, all suitable for making clothes. His grandfather actually said that he wanted to give two of them to Cheng Shuang as a thank you for treating her illness. In the end, she was reluctant and angry, so he gave up.

How did she do that? Wasn't it just because she was lucky enough to learn some medical skills from a miracle doctor? A woman who studied medicine can treat men, and she doesn't even care if people ask her for help. But the villagers still praise her and she is so proud of herself that she is now so proud of herself.

And don't think she doesn't know, it's because Wei Qinglang led people into the mountains to collect all the medicine that she was able to treat the villagers smoothly. So Wei Qinglang is really capable, what can she do to be so arrogant, now she dares to treat the elders of the family like this.

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became. Cheng Jinxiu said sarcastically, "Sister Cheng Shuang, no matter what, Aunt Hu is your elder. How can you drive her away and talk back to her like this?"

When Hu Chunhua heard someone speaking up for her, she straightened her back, made an aggrieved expression and sighed.

The two tables were not far from each other. Cheng Shuang frowned and stared at Cheng Jinxiu strangely, as if she didn't recognize her. Cheng Jinxiu couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"Why are you looking at me like that, sister?"

Cheng Shuang was surprised. "When did you fall for Cheng Caijun? Is something good about to happen?"

"You..." Cheng Jinxiu's face was instantly embarrassed, and she stood up excitedly. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He looked down on Cheng Caijun. Although he was also a student, his family was poor, his parents had a bad reputation, and his appearance was only average.

"I don't like her." Cheng Shuang sneered, "Since you don't like her son, then Hu Chunhua shamelessly rubbed my table. What does it have to do with you if I chase her away? Why are you protecting her?"

The expressions on Hu Chunhua and Cheng Caijun's faces are very interesting.

"You...you...Brother Qinglang." Cheng Jinxiu looked at Wei Qinglang aggrievedly.

Wei Qinglang frowned, "Don't call me brother, are we familiar with each other?"

Cheng Wanpeng looked at his sister in disgrace with an unhappy expression, and directly pulled her down to sit down.

"How many times have I told you to stay away from this kind of poor-for-nothing-but-rich guy?"

Qian Xifeng quickly agreed, "Yes, Xiuxiu, Brother Wanpeng is right, let's stay away from them."

Because Cheng Wanpeng was there, Qian Xifeng had remained dignified. If someone had spoken to Cheng Jinxiu like that at other times, she would have jumped up to join in the argument.

Cheng Wanpeng saw Qian Xifeng looking at him shyly while talking, and turned his face away coldly.

She was too lazy to pay attention to these weirdos, and seeing that her two younger brothers had almost finished reading the eulogies, Cheng Shuang simply paid the bill and left.

We went to the front and found my three younger siblings who were strolling around the stalls, and the family started climbing the stairs to Kuixing Temple.

Four hundred steps, not too many but not too few either. The most important thing is that it was hot and they were sweating after climbing for less than two minutes. Then they met Mr. Lu and his family halfway.

Mr. Lu was a big man, and climbing the stairs was really a life-threatening task for him. Halfway up, he sat down on the ground to rest, and several servants held umbrellas for his family.

When Lu Yinyin saw Cheng Shuang and the others from a distance, she called for help and the whole family walked over.

Cheng Shuang looked at Mr. Lu, who was chubby, with a red, sunburned face and sweat all over his forehead. "Uncle Lu, are you okay?"

Mr. Lu nodded and said, "I'm fine. For my son to pass the imperial examination in the future, I have to climb up no matter how hard I try."

Madam Lu was wiping Yuanbao's sweat with a handkerchief and said unhappily, "Then you'd better go. It's easier to crawl than to roll down like a ball and bump into someone."

Wei Qinglang couldn't help but burst out laughing. Several servants of the Lu family also covered their mouths and laughed secretly. Mr. Lu smiled heartlessly, "My wife still cares about me."

Mr. Lu's family was moving too slowly, so after saying hello, Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang continued on their way with their younger siblings.

As they were walking, a man passed by them, walking ahead of them, very fast and with a steady pace.

Wei Qinglang gently pulled Cheng Shuang and motioned her to look at the person in front.

Cheng Shuang took a look and found that it was the masked young man who was with Zhao Xiuwen.

She lowered her voice and asked, "Do you think he came here to worship Kuixing or does he have other purposes?"

Wei Qinglang shook his head. "Who knows? Master Shen doesn't look like an ordinary person. Maybe he knows some high-ranking officials."

Cheng Shuang glanced at the figure walking away again, then shook her head, "Forget it, curiosity kills the cat. It's none of our business, so forget it."

Wei Qinglang nodded in agreement. Let their family live their lives in peace and stability.

After climbing for nearly two quarters of an hour, we finally reached the end.

Kuixing, which is about three meters high and more than ten meters wide, is located in the center of the main hall. There are people everywhere inside and outside the hall. Because Kuixing is big enough and the hall is spacious enough, dozens of cushions are placed on the ground.

After waiting for a while, they found a seat. The two of them placed the offerings and asked their two younger brothers to burn incense. After that, they knelt in front of Kuixing and took out the sacrificial text to read.

The two little guys were learning very seriously and reading the funeral oration very fluently and naturally. They were so cute that the people waiting nearby nodded and praised them, saying that the funeral oration was well written.

After reading it, a worship ceremony is performed, and then the text is taken to the outside furnace and burned.

The last step is to wait for the incense to burn out and sort out the offerings. Things like pens, ink, paper, and inkstone can be taken back.

It took about quarter of an hour for the incense to burn out, and then the family left the hall and walked around.

Suddenly, Cheng Shuang saw the masked man again. On the surface, he looked like a young man sightseeing around, but in fact, he was following someone.

The people being followed were a family of three: a well-dressed couple in their forties, accompanied by a young scholar.

She didn't know any of these three people, and couldn't see anything special about them, but the masked man followed them very carefully. When they stopped in front of a stall that was crowded with people, the masked man squeezed over and took advantage of the crowd to get next to the middle-aged man. After just a moment, he turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

Perhaps Cheng Shuang's doubtful and inquiring gaze was too strong, the masked man actually looked up and met her eyes after squeezing out of the crowd. Cheng Shuang calmly acted as if she had no intention of meeting his gaze and turned to look elsewhere.

When I looked again, the masked man was gone.

She turned her head and looked everywhere, but couldn't see any hair. It was so fast, could it fly?

"What are you looking at?"

Wei Qinglang took his brothers and sisters to a stall and bought each of them a sachet with the word "Fu" on it. When he turned around, he saw Cheng Shuang looking around as if she was looking at something.

In the past few months, Cheng Shuang has become accustomed to having no secrets with Wei Qinglang. She pulled him aside and whispered to him what she had just seen.

Wei Qinglang frowned, with a hint of worry in his eyes, and said, "Let's forget about this. Even if we meet the masked man again in the future, we should pretend not to know him. Especially if Zhao Xiuwen and Master Shen say they have seen the masked man, we should pretend we know nothing and not get involved in things that have nothing to do with us."

Seeing his serious expression, Cheng Shuang nodded.

On the other side, Zhao Xiuwen was waiting anxiously in a remote corner in the backyard of Kuixing Temple when the masked man suddenly climbed over the wall.

He hurried forward and asked, "Sir, did you succeed?"

The masked man nodded, took out a dark blue purse, and took out a box of ink from his arms. He made a rubbing of the key in the purse, then put it back and handed it to Zhao Xiuwen.

He said solemnly, "I will take my men back to the capital tonight. Ziqi, be careful. If you have anything to discuss, go and discuss it with Mr. Shen."

Zhao Xiuwen nodded, took his purse and hurried away. He walked through the backyard and out of the main hall, and saw the Liu family in the spacious square.

He immediately lowered his head and hurried towards them, then bumped into Master Liu, dropping the sachet at his feet when they collided.

"Ouch...."

"Dad, be careful."

Mr. Liu staggered after being bumped into and was helped up by the scholar beside him.

Zhao Xiuwen seemed to have just woken up from a dream. After realizing that he had bumped into someone, he bowed in panic, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I hope this gentleman is not hurt."

"Zhao Xiuwen?" The scholar who was supporting Mr. Liu shouted.

Zhao Xiuwen looked up, "Brother Liu? It's you, then this must be Master Liu. I'm so sorry for being so rude just now."

Mr. Liu found that he had dropped something, so he quickly picked it up and checked his purse. His expression suddenly became wary as he looked at Zhao Xiuwen.

"who are you?"

"Dad, he's Zhao Xiuwen, my classmate from Baihe Academy for three years."

Mr. Liu's tense expression finally relaxed after hearing this. Zhao Xiuwen bowed solemnly and apologized again before turning and leaving.

After Mr. Liu packed his things, he carefully took his son to ask about Zhao Xiuwen's situation. He was relieved after confirming that he was just an ordinary child from an ordinary farmer's family in the next village of Goutou Town.