"Dingling~"

The crisp and pleasant ringtone rang from the quiet alleys, and the rabbit hangs high this month, and the quiet snowy night seemed particularly loud.

Under the moonlight, a bicycle was speeding, and the person riding the bicycle was a young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

At this moment, the young man's face was red with cold, but his spirit looked very good and he was humming a little tune.

The alley was not too long, and it soon reached the end of the alley. The young man turned over and got out of the car, parked the car to the side of the road and put it in place, walked to a wooden door and slapped it several times.

"Is anyone?"

After calling several times, a sound came from the wooden door.

"What are you talking about at night?"

He was angry as he spoke, but soon the wooden door was opened from the inside, and a rough middle-aged man's face was revealed: "What are you doing?"

The young man immediately introduced: "Uncle, I am a student from our Liaodong University. I was selected to come to our county to help with the household registration census. Look, I have a certificate."

"I don't read the fart ID, I don't have time."

The man slammed the door and closed it: "You don't think it's cold in the middle of the night, but I still think it's cold."

Seeing that the door was closed, the young man had no choice but to continue shouting.

"Uncle, I have been waiting with your house for a long time during the day today. The neighbor said that you can only come back to the evening when you drive the bus. Then you went back to the county government for a bite of food. Please help me cook it. It won't take too long, and even our king and father took the lead in registering."

The footsteps behind the door paused, and then they rang again, getting closer and closer.

"Pu"

The door was pulled open again.

"Come in, it's warmer inside."

"Thank you, thank you."

The young man followed the man into the house happily and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting both hands on the mouth and constantly rubbing each other, rubbing out three-point heating, which can restore the frozen fingers to a little.

"Come on, have a little hot tea."

The man handed the young man a cup of hot tea, muttering: "How cold is he this day? Can't you wait for the day to come again? Oh, too? I'm not here during the day.

You are also scheming? I am the only bachelor in this household, and all the neighbors know about it? You can't remember it directly, and you still have to see me."

"Hehe? It's not at work." The young man sipped a few sips of hot tea? The relaxing energy on his body made him tremble.

The man laughed out loud: "Don't you say you are a student of Liaodong University? Students have nothing to do with work. Rest and maintain a good spirit to go to school is your only business and way out."

"Hehe, isn't this money?"

The young man smiled honestly: "What about fifty a day? A lot? Besides, we are almost graduated, so it's okay to stay in school. It's great to help the yamen run errands and earn some living expenses."

The contented man is obviously a little disdainful of young people.

"You are just fooling around. Why don't you see the civil servants in the household management department come to run by themselves? They are thrown to you temporary workers at fifty a day?

It’s not that you are young and easy to bully, why do you throw all the work you have in the middle of the night? You’re just stupid.”

At this time, the young man heard something was wrong.

This man who looks rough and ungrateful? He speaks at first glance, but he is definitely not as gentle as an uneducated native.

Because young local people from this world have seen so many times in the past few days? They don’t have this attitude or insight.

"Can you ask? Who are you?"

The man grinned? He smiled contemptuously: "I'm a surname Zhu."

National surname?

The young man was shocked and glanced carefully, but he couldn't see where the man's face looked like the portrait he often saw.

"I heard your accent, it's a bit like a mandarin."

"No need to look at it. I did come from Nanjing before."

The man snorted twice: "But it was not moved here, it was exiled many years ago. Now, he is an authentic Liaodong native."

Exiled clans!

The young man sniffed a cold breath, and his hands were trembling as soon as he came out of paper and pen.

"Honor your surname?"

"I don't need a name before, so I'll call me Zhu Zhen now." The middle-aged man who claimed to be Zhu Zhen smiled and waved his hand indifferently: "Let him go over the past, what kind of relatives? The down-and-out phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. After I am a sinner, it is already a grace to be able to live."

"Uncle, my name is Qu Liang."

The young man also reported his name, and wrote down Zhu Zhen's name before asking: "A few years ago, the king and father surrendered the ethics. All the families of officials who had been exiled in the northwest, Liaodong and Jiaozhi who wanted to return to their hometowns could go back. Haven't you ever thought about going back to Nanjing?"

"Haha." Zhu Zhen shook his head and smiled, sighing: "My mother and my younger brothers and sisters who were still very young back then died here because they were not suitable for the local environment. I was alone and did not do anything sad.

Besides, what's the face I have to meet my relatives back then?"

"Why are you shameless?" Qu Liangteng stood up and advised: "The so-called punishment is equivalent. Your family members who committed the crime back then must have received punishment. What does it have to do with you?

This is also the reason why the king and father issued an edict to pardon all the families of exiled officials.

If you do things and act one by one, you will not mean that you will be a sinner after you are a sinner. You are from our Ming Dynasty and you can return to Nanjing with your head held high and your chest held high."

Upright, holding your head upright?

Zhu Zhen was in a daze, then laughed in a low voice, and then turned into a big laugh.

Wave your hand: "Now you have registered too, don't talk to this moji anymore. You still know nothing, hurry up and go wherever you go."

Qu Liang wanted to say something else, but Zhu Zhen had already pushed out of the house.

With a slam, the door closed.

Qu Liang, who had already completed the task, became unhappy.

He stepped on his legs and continued to walk in the cold wind. He rushed back to the county government and returned to the dormitory. When Qu Liang took off his clothes, he heard a "click".

After picking up the candlestick on the table, Qu Liang was stunned.

A golden cake!

There are also words engraved on the back of the golden cake.

‘The Prince Xu of Gaoyang County, Daming’

This was actually given by Zhu Gaoxu, the second son of the King of Yan!

Qu Liang swallowed, the golden cake was very heavy, and the few had to weigh seven or eight taels. If it were replaced, it would be enough to be less than 100,000!

I only earned fifty this day, how long will it take to make it?

Six years!

After hesitating for a long time while holding the golden cake, Qu Liang stomped his feet and put on his clothes and ran out again.

He rode his bicycle and rushed to Zhu Zhen's residence again.

"Uncle, uncle!"

After shouting several times, the door finally opened a crack, but only Zhu Zhen's voice came out.

"This thing was sent to me when Zhu Gaoxu came to Liaodong to suppress bandits two years ago. It would be useless for me to ask for it. Keep it as tuition. Remember, study hard and study hard."

The door was closed again. This time, no matter how Qu Liang called the door, he didn't respond.

The night became deeper and the snow was getting heavier.
Chapter completed!