Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Listening to the innkeeper's words, the three scholars blushed, both ashamed and bewildered.

On the contrary, many spectators on the side seemed to know the details of these three scholars, and they discussed in a low voice: "It turns out that there are not three, but four. They seem to be scholars from the Daming Mansion who came to participate in the provincial examination. Unexpectedly, one of them, Unexpectedly, they were seriously ill. The four of them were from the same township. They were poor scholars. A lot of money, the owner of this inn is still considered a good person, they have been letting them owe money on credit, but it is not a big deal for a seriously ill person to stay in the inn, other guests, don't they feel bad luck, this is a last resort For this reason, I just feel sorry for these three scholars, dragging a classmate who is seriously ill, with nothing in their pockets, and the township examination will only start in half a month, but they don't know where to go."

Many people couldn't help but sigh.

Fang Jifan finally understands, the four scholars are from the same hometown, and they came to the capital to take the exam together, who knew that one person got sick, and the other three scholars paid all the expenses for his treatment, and now the one who got sick The person is not getting better, and I am afraid that there will be no money to see a doctor. At this time, the inn can't bear it, so I have to drive him away.

Fang Jifan's heart warmed up, these three scholars were very loyal, if it wasn't for their friends, how could they be in such a difficult situation.

Such a person is rare in his own world.

Isn't there a saying, telling a fellow to meet a fellow, tricked me into tears.

He subconsciously tugged at his sleeves, thinking to himself, it was just a matter of some money, and helping them could tide them over.

But as soon as this idea popped up in Fang Jifan's mind, he heard Deng Jian who was beside him chuckle.

Fang Jifan looked sideways, just in time to see Deng Jian looking at him flatteringly, and said with a smile: "Master, you are so ridiculous."

Fang Jifan really wanted to scold Deng Jian's ancestor for eighteen generations. Does this grandson still have public morality? Conscience eaten by dogs?

But in a blink of an eye, I realized that I was Fang Jifan, a prodigal son.

Showing sympathy at this time, isn't it 'brain disease' committed again?

So Fang Jifan hurriedly took back the money he wanted to withdraw, and immediately laughed and said: "Three stupid talents."

Then, Concubine Xiang fanned the wind, looking relaxed, with no sympathy on her face.

This one-on-one answer aroused the glaring looks of many spectators.

On the other side, it seems that there is also a scholar watching the excitement. This scholar is also wearing Confucian shirts and scarves, but obviously, the clothes on his body are much more expensive.

His eyes were narrowed, and he and Fang Jifan felt a little sympathetic, and he also said: "Yes, this young master is right, brother Boren, brother Zichuan, and brother Yuanyou, are you stupid? , Wang Zheng sees that he will not survive, and you want to treat him, and you say that the four of you came to the capital together, and you have to go back with four of you. Now the provincial examination is coming, and you are usually only half-baked in your studies. Why don't you take this opportunity to study as soon as possible, and don't care what the king does, for me as scholars, getting fame is the first priority, other things are nothing."

The three scholars just lowered their heads and kept silent.

The well-dressed scholar then said coldly: "Stupid birds fly first, don't you understand the truth? Not to mention that you can't study well, and if you don't rush to focus on reading, it's just mediocre. In the Daming Mansion, the court examination case is the first, this time the township examination is a must, if you don’t pay back every day, don’t worry about the king’s government, you might as well learn from me, calm down, and get a name in the exam.”

One of the scholars suddenly had a sullen expression on his face, and said: "Brother Jian, how can you say such a thing, Wang Zheng is from the same hometown as me, and has a classmate friendship, and now he is seriously ill, there is no reason to ignore it, reading is sensible, let alone talk about it." What the sages say is to benevolent and righteous, but how can you refuse to save yourself from death?"

The luxuriously dressed scholar seemed to be irritated by the scholar, and immediately put on a straight face, showing a sneer, and said coldly: "Okay, okay, you are saints, treat me as a villain, when the time comes, I will be myself." My lord Juren, you still embrace Wang Zheng, a tuberculosis ghost, and be a scholar for the rest of your life. Farewell."

He glared at the three scholars, then walked away.

Fang Jifan despised the name "Jianren" in his heart, and when he heard that these three scholars still refused to give up their friends, he felt admiration in his heart. He had no expression on his face, but then he laughed loudly and clapped his hands. : "Interesting, really interesting."

This sentence made everyone even more angry.

It seemed that countless murderous eyes shot at Fang Jifan.

Standing aside, Deng Jian covered his mouth and snickered. He knew that with the young master's temperament, something would happen again today.

The young master is the young master. Since he recovered from his illness, his whole body has become very natural. No matter how you look at it, no matter how pleasing to the eye, it is better to be a young master who is not sick.

Fang Jifan put away the fan, looked at the three scholars with contempt, and pointed at them with the bone of the fan: "Three poor ghosts, you pretend to be loyal even if you don't have money, what I dislike most is you poor scholars , get rid of it, it's very satisfying."

The three scholars had been ridiculed by a classmate, and now they were kicked out again. They were extremely anxious, thinking that Wang Zheng's illness was getting worse, and if he didn't hire a good doctor, it would be more or less bad luck; Now that Fang Jifan fell into trouble, he couldn't help but look angry.

One of the scholars stood up and bowed to Fang Jifan calmly: "

The student didn't offend the young master, so he asked the young master to show mercy. "

The spectators pointed at Fang Jifan one after another, as if they despised Fang Jifan's character.

Fang Jifan held his head high and held his chest high, not ashamed, but rather proud, especially the dog-legged Deng Jian who was following behind him, that thief smiling, was even more irritating.

Fang Jifan put the Concubine Xiang fan in his palm and twirled it, squinting his eyes and said: "My young master never knows what it means to be merciful. I just want to insult you. What can you do to my young master?"

When Deng Jian heard this, he couldn't help but want to jump for joy, and gave Fang Jifan a thumbs up in his heart.

The three scholars looked at each other, furious, and the former scholar said: "Speaking evil words is insulting to the gentlemen, son...you...you are insulting the gentlemen."

Fang Jifan laughed loudly, folded his hands, and looked like you were coming to beat me, and laughed wantonly: "So what if it's insulting to the gentlemen, I not only want to insult you with words, but also teach you to kneel on my knees." Step down, call Master."

Master...

The three scholars found it ridiculous.

Who knew that the next moment, Fang Jifan took out two ingots of silver from his sleeve, waved them in front of them, and said: "How about it, accept the insult or not, if you accept it, the silver will be given to you."

"You..." The scholar blushed and said angrily, "We are innocent scholars, and we don't eat what we get."

Fang Jifan was smiling on the surface, but he sighed in his heart, he really is three foolish talents, I am helping you, why are you playing around at this time?

The self-esteem of a sour scholar is really strong.

Deng Jian was on the side, smiling happily, he couldn't help admiring the young master, the young master had a way, and actually thought of using silver to insult these poor talents, haha... He was secretly happy, but looking at the two ingots of silver in Fang Jifan's hand, he looked up again. I couldn't help feeling distressed. The young master had just sold some ebony, and in a blink of an eye... he was about to throw out two ingots of silver. Two ingots of silver are enough to buy two cute little ladies to be maids.

Deng Jian was heartbroken, the young master is a prodigal son!

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