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Zhao Yuan opened his eyes and felt relieved when he saw Chang'an.

He climbed up quickly and muttered: "I will also be my aunt's child from now on. You can't send me back to the county seat."

Sitting by the Kang, Mrs. Wu smiled and patted his head lovingly: "Go and wash up quickly, and eat the morning meal right away."

There is still snow on the official road now, and the donkey cart cannot move at all, so it is naturally difficult to send him back.

But it’s strange that the young master has been here for a long time, and the county government didn’t send anyone to pick him up. Aren’t the county magistrate and his wife anxious?

As early as the second day after Zhao Yuan came here, Song San told Li Zheng the whole story. Li Zheng would definitely find a way to send a letter to the county magistrate. However, more than ten days passed, and it was about to celebrate the New Year, but there was no movement from the county magistrate. .

Wu sighed inwardly.

It's not that they don't want to take him in, it's that the child has a special status. If someone is accused of kidnapping a child, they have no way to deal with it.

"There is hot water on the stove. You can scoop up the water and wash yourself." Chang An hurriedly took the bowls and chopsticks and handed them to his aunt to serve the porridge.

Zhao Yuan agreed, got off the kang, put on warm cotton shoes, went to the latrine first, and then ran to the kitchen to scoop water.

There is a steamer on one pot in the kitchen, steaming buns and eggs in it, and there is warm hot water in another large pot, which can be poured into a yellow basin with a ladle to wash your face.

Zhao Yuan had never done this before, because the servants had to carry the water for washing from the kitchen to his yard. The water had already cooled down, so Grandma just wiped it for him randomly a few times.

Now he can do all these things by himself, which he finds very interesting.

After washing up, Zhao Yuanle ran back into the house and sat at the small table.

Auntie has already served the hot porridge. You can eat the steamed buns as you like and one egg for each person.

He followed Chang'an's example, breaking the soft and hot steamed buns into pieces, smearing spicy soy beans in the middle, and taking a bite, it was salty and delicious.

After dinner, the little hoe brother and sister came over, and the children sat on the warm Kang to carve paper.

Zhao Yuan also learned to carve for a while, and then at Chang'an's urging he could read and write.

After writing for half an hour, the children took the dog outside for a spin.

The days passed so peacefully and warmly that Zhao Yuan almost forgot that he still had his parents and brother in the county town.

Unexpectedly, on this day, a mule cart came to Songjia Village, and there were two servants sitting in the cart. They were the servants and the nanny in his yard.

This nanny looked cold and solemn. Although she didn't beat or scold him like Yuan Aimai, she was not kind to him either.

"Young Master, this old slave is here to take you back under the orders of my wife."

Nanny Huang, who was in her forties, walked into Song Sanshun's house, smiled at Mrs. Wu, and without saying much, directly urged Zhao Yuan to follow them.

Zhao Yuan was frightened and immediately hid behind the Kang table and shouted: "I won't go back!"

He does not want to sleep in a cold bed, wash his face with cold water every day, or eat cold porridge and cold rice.

Aunt Huang smiled softly and said, "Young Master, tomorrow we will worship our ancestors. You are a descendant of the Zhao family. How can you not go back? If the master and his wife know that you are so disobedient, they will definitely punish you again."

"I don't want to be a child of the Zhao family anymore! I am my aunt's child!" Zhao Yuan shouted loudly.

Aunt Huang glanced at Mrs. Wu coldly and continued: "Look what you said? What do you mean by aunt's child? You are still young and can't discern people's hearts, but don't be instigated by outsiders."

Wu was a little embarrassed at first, but then she couldn't help but darken her face after hearing what her mama said: "This mama, you just speak, why do you carry a gun and a stick? Why are you being instigated by outsiders? Why are we instigating the young master?" "

Aunt Huang snorted coldly: "Hey, madam, why are you so impatient? I didn't say it was you, so don't blame yourself. If you don't know, I'd think you have a guilty conscience."

"You!" Wu was so angry that she couldn't think of words to say back.

Chang'an was annoyed, pointed at Nanny Huang and said, "Zhao Yuan came here on his own! What does it have to do with my aunt? I think you are the one with a guilty conscience!"

Zhao Yuan also jumped up, pointed at Aunt Huang and said: "Get out! Don't come to aunt's house!"

Nanny Huang, her face as black as the bottom of a pot, shouted outside: "Tian San! Why don't you come in and take the young master into the car!"

The servant was in his twenties and tall. He opened the curtain and came in and wanted to get on the kang to arrest people.

Zhao Yuan became angry and kicked him, sending him flying to the wall.

Tian San hit the wall, bounced back, and threw himself heavily on the ground. It took him a long time to get up.

Aunt Huang screamed: "Young master! How can you hit someone?"

She quickly went to see Tian San and saw blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. She was so frightened that she immediately asked Wu to call the village doctor.

Wu said coldly: "The village doctor is not far from here, you can go on your own."

Aunt Huang couldn't help but get angry when she saw that Mrs. Wu could not be moved by her orders, so she had to help Tian San out.

When Wu saw them leaving her house, she closed the courtyard door directly.

Today, no matter whether Zhao Yuan leaves or not, she will not let anyone in.

Zhao Yuan knew that he was in trouble, so he sat on the kang dejectedly and whispered: "That Tian San is very bad, so I kicked him."

Tian San is the son of a cook. He used to bully him, and even deliberately crushed the steamed buns delivered to his yard and asked him to pick them up from the ground and eat them.

Changan nodded: "I know."

Looking at the bead string on his wrist, there are not many small beads left in it. I guess Zhao Yuan often beat people with it.

She placed her hand on the soapberry bead on Zhao Yuan's wrist, recited something in her mind, and two rays of light, one blue and one green, flew in.

The little seedling in her hand was a little shorter and missing two leaves.

Zhao Yuan stared at his wrist, tears falling down.

He could feel that every time he wanted to hit someone, a force would be injected into his body, and then he would be extremely powerful for a day or two.

And this bead string was given to him by Chang'an.

"Chang'an, thank you." He will be eight years old in the new year and already knows a lot of things.

In addition, now that my head is clear and I know many words, I also understand that I can't stay at my aunt's house forever.

Even if his mother dislikes him, she will never allow him to live in someone else's home.

"I-I'll come back later." Zhao Yuan wiped away his tears.

Chang'an nodded: "Zhao Yuan, you must study hard and take part in the imperial examination when you grow up. When you pass the exam, others will not dare to look down on you."

She pointed to the string of beads: "This can beat people, and it can also cure you, so you should always wear it and never leave it."

Zhao Yuan: "Yeah."

On this day, Zhao Yuan followed the servant.

Song Sanshun was worried and rode his donkey to the gate of the county town.

I stayed in a foot shop outside the city for one night and came back the next day.

The snow fell just in time this winter. It not only froze locust eggs to death, but also moistened the fields.

After the first lunar month, Song Sanshun was going to accompany his brother-in-law to the county seat to take the exam.

Chang'an specially gave his uncle a string of soapberry beads with two leaves inside, asking him to wear it on his wrist without taking it off.

Mrs. Wu prepared a lot of snacks for her brother, which were only as big as a thumb, making it easier for the officials to check.

Also prepare a cotton cloak and tarpaulin, as well as a nail and hammer.

Flint candles and charcoal kettles are indispensable. For this reason, Song Sanshun also bought a copper stove with a cover for his brother-in-law.

"Uncle, you must take the exam well. When you pass the exam, I will make flower buns for you to eat." Chang'an said seriously: "There are candied dates in the flower buns, which are delicious."

Wu Zhonglou touched his niece's head and said with a smile: "If I fail the exam, will you stop doing it?"

"You will definitely pass the exam." Chang'an patted his uncle's arm, "Because my little Zhuzhu already has fifteen leaves."

The little goldfish said that as long as the leaves of the little seedlings reach fifteen, everyone around them will have good luck.