Chapter 102 Sister, Do Me a Favor

It is said that scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans are the three major classes, but in ancient times, when natural disasters occurred, the two classes in the middle had the most difficult days. Among them, artisans were slightly better than farmers, after all, they had a skill and could make a living in the city.

Only the farmers in the fields would be terrified if God sneezed, fearing that they would encounter a bad year.

Now that he has successfully moved his family from Shanxi Village to Yangzhou City, Chen Heng is finally relieved.

If the guess is wrong, it doesn't matter. The good farmland of the family is not gone. If grandpa still wants to go back to plant it, he can go back and hire a few people to help.

Now only the master's family is left, what should they do?

Chen Heng pursed his lips and tapped the table with his fingers. The candlelight in the corner shone on his side face. The gradually growing facial features are already quite charming, and the smooth jawline extends all the way to the lower lip before slightly tightening.

Above the slender and tightly closed lips is a straight nose. A strand of hair fell down his cheek, just covering his dark eyes. Only the end of his thick eyebrows could be seen faintly, flying with the corners of his eyes.

After eliminating all possibilities, Chen Heng leaned back on the chair helplessly. He had studied with Wang Xianming since he was a child, so how could he not understand his personality.

If he really wanted to persuade the master who was too proud, he had to rely on his mother to do it. But if he wrote a letter to his mother, the master would definitely take it to read.

How to get around the master?

Chen Heng suddenly raised his eyebrows. He thought of someone who would definitely be able to get this done if she came forward.

It was not easy for him to write a letter, but there was still Sister Lin. The master couldn't take her letter to read.

As soon as his thoughts came to his mind, Chen Heng smiled and got up, packed up the box and put it back under the bed, blew out the candle and went to bed to rest.

Just when Chen Heng was about to take a rest, an official ship also docked at Guazhou Wharf in the night.

After the official ship lowered the pedal, only one official came out with a horse. The man checked on the shore and then stuck a small yellow flag on the horse.

The official jumped on the horse, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and whipped the whip fiercely. The military horse neighed and galloped on the quiet and deserted main street.

The clattering of horse hooves quickly attracted the attention of patrol officers and soldiers.

They were about to step forward and ask, but the leader saw the yellow flag on the horse. He immediately said to his comrades in panic: "Eight hundred miles of rush, make way, make way. Those who block the way will be killed without mercy."

The subordinates dared not say much. They wished they had an extra pair of legs and hurriedly made way to both sides.

The flying cavalry had no time to deal with these guys, and just drove the military horses to the government office in one breath.

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The next day, after breakfast, Chen Heng left home to go to the academy. He had the habit of getting up early, and since it was still early, his pace was inevitably much more leisurely.

The situation on the street was similar to the past. There were still breakfast shops on both sides of the street, and businessmen and tourists on the road were either gathered in front of the shops or walking in a hurry.

The location of Chen's house was close to the city gate, and the post station in Taixing County where he went back every time he took a holiday was not far away.

I don't know what happened today. There were many people standing at the door of the post station before it opened early in the morning.

Seeing these people getting anxious, Chen Heng saw that there was still plenty of time, so he came up to listen to what happened.

"How can a good wharf be closed just like that? How much time will it take me to complete?"

"I heard that it was requisitioned by the government office. I just came from that end. The soldiers have set up roadblocks and blocked half of the street."

"Is it that serious? Do you know any news?"

"Why do you ask about these things when you are away from home? Hurry up and take a detour to Zhenjiang to catch a boat."

As several merchants were talking, someone in the innermost part raised his hand and shouted: "Is anyone going to Zhenjiang? We are still short of five people on the bus, five people are still short of five people." As soon as the man finished speaking, most of the people raised their hands immediately.

Chen Heng saw everything and doubts suddenly arose in his heart. He did not care about delaying and turned around and ran towards the direction of Guazhou Wharf. This road can also reach the academy, but it takes a little detour.

Halfway through the run, he saw several officials guarding the road. Except for the residents in this neighborhood, most people who wanted to take a boat here were patiently persuaded by the officials to go back.

Chen Heng took a closer look at their attire. There were runners wearing government uniforms and soldiers wearing armor and holding swords. Behind the roadblock, several cart drivers were pulling carts of grain to the dock.

He went up to the runners and told them that he was a student of Leyi Academy and wanted to go to school through this road.

They didn't make things difficult for Chen Heng, but only told him to pay attention to the roadblocks.

There was a small path between the roadblocks and the houses along the street for people to pass through. Chen Heng was small and didn't feel strenuous walking in it.

But the further he went in, he found that there were more and more grain carts being transported, and it was really hard to see the end at a glance.

With a lot of worries, Chen Heng rushed to the academy and told Xue Ke about this before class.

Xue Ke also felt strange, "Although grain was transported out in previous years, it was indeed a little early this year."

It was only the end of September now, and this kind of thing usually happened in October, which was more reasonable. Because the end of October was when the prefectures and counties in various places had counted the local autumn harvest. Of course, the later the time, the better the harvest for the people this year.

It would be a great joy to tell others.

"It's better to be early." Jiang Yuanbai felt that Brother Heng was making a fuss, so he comforted him, "Brother Heng, this won't affect our studies."

Chen Heng didn't know how to answer him, so he looked around and suddenly asked, "Where's Brother Suzhao?"

"His family came to see him this morning, and he ran out before we woke up." Qian Dayou was sleeping next to Xin Suzhao, so he naturally noticed his movements.

Chen Heng's face darkened, and he nodded and said nothing more.

Xue Ke saw Master Xu walking into the school, and hurriedly waved to Jiang Yuanbai to return to his seat.

Xin Suzhao didn't have time to return to the academy until noon.

He had just walked into the dormitory, and before Chen Heng had time to ask a question, Jiang Yuanbai, who was outspoken, had already asked Brother Heng's question this morning.

Xin Suzhao, who was sweating all over, took off his wet outer robe first, "You are talking about this..." He took the towel on the rack and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "...The autumn harvest in the capital was poor this year, so it was shipped earlier."

"Brother Heng, you see." Jiang Yuanbai spread his hands to his classmate, signaling him not to worry too much.

"It's good if you guys are willing to worry about this." As a result, Xin Suzhao came out to help Chen Heng.

Jiang Yuanbai was dumbfounded, not understanding what Xin Suzhao was up to.

He was about to ask a few more questions, but Xin Suzhao said that he came back to avoid the sun and catch up on sleep. He had to go out to guard the grain cart at noon.

This time, Xin Geng rarely entrusted him with something, so Xin Suzhao naturally hoped to do it beautifully so that his father would know that his son had really grown up.

Xue Ke sat beside Chen Heng, and when Xin Suzhao turned over and lay on the bed, he whispered to his friend: "Do you think these things are too urgent?!"

Chen Heng nodded, and he felt the same way.

Xue Ke was a smart man. Seeing that his brother Heng didn't speak, he knew that this matter should not be publicized before it was judged, so he simply kept silent.

Taking advantage of the quietness of the bedroom, Chen Heng quickly picked up a pen and prepared to write a letter to his master's wife.

He no longer hid his words to this beautiful and intelligent teacher's wife. He explained everything and the interests in a few words, and then filled the envelope.

After Chen Heng finished all this, he went to the peach tree of the Tiren Hall and hung a paper crane.

When the get out of class was over in the evening, Chen Heng left the academy again. This time he did not go home immediately, but waited at the door of the shop along the street.

Not long after, two sedan bearers stopped in front of him with a sedan.

"Brother."

A pleasant and lively voice came from the sedan. Chen Heng knew that it was the person he was waiting for, and hurriedly replied: "Sister, it's me."

"Master." A little maid, who was accompanying the side of the sedan, also greeted Chen Heng.

Chen Heng knew that her name was Xueyan, which was given by Daiyu. She was a new personal maid that Jia had added to her daughter.

Xueyan was born silly and small, but she was not timid when she spoke. Chen Heng nodded to her as a response. Then he said to the old maid who was in charge, "Madam, let's talk while walking."

The sedan bearers started again, and Chen Heng followed. Although the street was crowded with people, it did not affect the two of them from chatting for a while.

"If I had known that I would see my brother today, I should have taken a carriage back, and saved my brother the hardship of walking."

Hearing that Daiyu was in a good mood, Chen Heng couldn't help but smile and said, "It's okay, walking more is a good thing, and it can also exercise your body."

Lin Daiyu was sitting in the sedan, playing with her handkerchief. When she heard this, she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Brother, this person really can't say a single good word to others.

Seeing that Sister Lin suddenly lost her voice, Chen Heng took the initiative to speak again: "Sister, I have something here, and I may need your help."

Lin Daiyu has known Chen Heng for so many years, and rarely heard him use the word "please". I hurriedly said, "Brother, don't worry. I will definitely help you."

I didn't even say what it was. Chen Heng was speechless and coughed lightly before taking out the letter he had written. "Take this letter back and copy it, and then send it to the teacher's wife in your name."

Brother's teacher's wife was naturally her aunt. Daiyu nodded, lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and stretched out her white fingers, "Then brother, give me the letter."

Chen Heng hurriedly handed the letter over and breathed a sigh of relief.

The curtain fell again. Lin Daiyu held the letter and listened to the slow footsteps outside. She was amused and confused and said, "Brother, you came to me just for this little thing?"

Good sister, you don't know how many people you can help. Chen Heng thought so in his heart, but said: "If this can be done, on my sister's birthday next year, brother will give her a special gift."

"Don't fool me with the Nine Chapters of Arithmetic."

"Okay." Chen Heng laughed and nodded. His originally depressed mood was swept away by Lin Meimei's joke.

Even the longest street has an end. Chen Heng accompanied the sedan chair to an intersection and said, "Sister, I will send you here."

"Well, brother, go back and walk slowly." The voice in the sedan chair was still cheerful and light. Lin Meimei finally lifted the curtain and turned sideways. She glanced at her surprised brother and let him see her bright smile. "Brother, don't forget the gift."

Chen Heng restrained his expression, smiled slightly, and watched the sedan chair go away.

Good, the state has improved. Dada dada dada, start typing