It was another day of sunset, Mao Jue's eyes were straight and he was lying on his small building looking at the merchant ships coming and going on the coast of Phi Island below, the sunset was shining obliquely on the sea, and each piece seemed to be silver with light, but unfortunately none of it was his.

"It's really called a stepmother's raising!"

His eyes were glowing with gold, and Mao Jue shook his head sadly.

Now he has figured out what his status is in the mansion.

It is true that he is the only son of Mao Wenlong, but he was not born to Mrs. Zhang, who was born in a large family in Shanxi, and had a prime minister Zhang Siwei on his ancestors, but unfortunately, Mrs. Zhang could not have children, so when Mao Wenlong was serving as the garrison of Sanyang, he married the daughter of the Liaoyang Wen family as a concubine, which was the mother that Mao Jue had never even seen.

However, a few years ago, Nurhachi's army captured Liaoyang, and tens of thousands of Liao people were slaughtered, including the Wen family, Mao Jue's mother and Mao Wenlong's more than 300 relatives died in this catastrophe.

Seeing him like this, Mao Wenlong can always think of this tragedy, and it is no wonder that Mao Jue dislikes him.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhang is really a good wife and mother, and in the past few years, she has regarded Mao Jue as her own and raised her carefully.

However, Mao Jue's previous appearance couldn't suppress the generals of Dongjiang Town, so Mao Wenlong married the daughter of Shen Shikui, a general of Dengzhou, as a concubine on Phi Island, that is, the bitter and mean girl, Mrs. Zhang was born in a family and was not good at managing the internal affairs of the house, and gradually, the power of the entire Mao Mansion fell into the hands of this woman.

Women, they are all selfish in front of their children, although they have not yet given birth to an heir, but Mao Jue, the eldest son, has been regarded by her as a thorn in her side, and she is the sworn enemy who is plotting to seize Mao Wenlong's position as the heir. A while ago, she picked up Mao Wenlong and sent Mao Jue back to her hometown in Hangzhou to take the entrance examination. In this case, how could this woman give Mao Jue silver, since she was in charge of money, Mao Jue's pocket money of two taels per month has been broken for several years.

And because of Mao Jue, even the Su Yi was tired, the old man Wen Bo that day, there were several people around him, all of whom couldn't get the monthly salary, but fortunately Su Yi was adopted by Mao Jue's mother since he was a child, and Wen Bo was his distant cousin, and the two of them were still dead to him.

"Okay, young master, don't be depressed, the maid and Wenbo don't have to worry about food and clothing in this Mao Mansion, it's useless to ask for those money, and some strange and obscene skills, what can you do if you don't do it? The young master should still study more, wait for the master to send the young master back to Hangzhou to catch up with the top score, and give Mrs. Shen a good look! ”

I thought that my words hit Mao Jue, and Suyi, a very wife, persuaded with a small face.

Who knew that these words made Mao Jue even more depressed.

Imperial examinations? Let's not talk about whether you can be admitted or not, even if you are admitted, according to the darkness of the Ming officialdom, as soon as Mao Wenlong dies, he will be pushed by the wall, and he may not be able to make those Wenchen what it will be! And the Guannai is not very peaceful, in case he is thrown to Shanshan Henan to be an unlucky county commander, maybe he will be beheaded by the peasant army one day, he doesn't know what happened to Mao Jue in history, anyway, now he doesn't want to go back to Guannai at all.

Why don't you tell Mao Wenlong directly, prepare for a rebellion! Yuan Manzi wants to kill you? As soon as this thought came out, a face of an idiot appeared in Mao Jue's head, and according to Mao Wenlong's dislike of himself, it was strange that he could believe it.

"Okay, young master, I'm hungry, go down and find me something to eat!"

"Yes, young master!"

Mao Jue can be regarded as speaking, and thought that his persuasion had an effect, the girl in plain clothes went downstairs happily and sent her away, Mao Jue sat on the desk again fiercely, three strokes and two strokes, and an abstract stove in the shape of a steamed bun was outlined by him again, while painting, he was still muttering through gritted teeth.

"Damn, Grandpa Mao said that working people are invincible! If you don't have any money, I'll do it myself! ”

At this time, there was a commotion downstairs.

"Wenbo, why are you here!"

"I heard that I took the young master out to mess around today, and I also made trouble in the camp, Mrs. is very unhappy when she knows, next time I will mess around, the family law will play the board, I won't protect you, old man!"

"Uncle Wen, it's not that I want to go out, it's the young master himself......"

"You can persuade it, it's your fault!"

Obviously aggrieved, he snorted twice, and the voice gradually got closer, and the two of them also went upstairs one after another.

"Young Master, Wen Bo is here!"

I haven't seen him for a few days, but the old man still has a look of affection on his face, and he stepped forward and bowed excitedly: "The old man has seen the young master!" ”

Before Mao Jue stood up and returned the salute, the old guy smashed his head with another stomach of clichés.

"Young master, you are still young, you should focus on your studies! In the future, the title of the gold list, glorifying the ancestors, is what the husband should do! In the past few days, Mrs. heard that the young master had abandoned her studies, but she was very distressed, thinking that the sages were hanging beams and piercing stocks, chiseling walls and stealing light, and it was a good story for thousands of years, like the young master, you are idle, wasted youth, and the old man is a pity for the young master......"

The old guy is talking like a car, and Mao Jue's head is a little bigger, but this old guy is also for his own good, Mao Jue is not a person who doesn't know what to do, and he didn't stand up to him, but hung his head sadly and listened.

"Yes, Wenbo taught us! In the past few days, I have been unwell, so I did not continue to study, and when I was in good health, I immediately studied hard, Chengmen Lixue, as long as I don't die, I will learn from death, you don't think so! ”

Maybe Mao Jue had a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, seeing his appearance of bowing his head, Wen Bo was satisfied with his long beard, took out a burden from his arms, and put it on the table.

"This is twenty taels of silver, Mrs. saved it from her own money, Mrs. asked the old man to bring it to the young master, the young master is the young master of our Mao Mansion, and it also costs face to go out, so it can't be looked down upon!"

"This ......"

Looking at the silver, Mao Jue's face suddenly became complicated, he was a vicious woman, he was poor, and Mrs. Zhang was not necessarily much better than him, but in this case, Mrs. Zhang could still take out her thrifty money to him, just to give him a face, for a while, Mao Jue felt that something seemed to be blocked in his heart, stunned for a moment, he shook his head heavily, pushed the silver back, and said with a forced smile.

"Wenbo, take the silver back! I don't have anything to do here, I don't lack anything, really! ”

"Young master, don't shirk it, the old man was also young back then, young and romantic, three or five friends, chanting poetry against each other, smiling proudly, it is a normal thing, in fact, the young master can go out for a trip, and Mrs. is also very happy, just don't delay your studies anymore!"

smiled and taught Mao Jue a lesson, the old man left with a smile on his face, and in the end he kept the silver, looking at the heavy twenty taels, Mao Jue complained for the first time to blame Su Yi.

"You mouth! How can I tell Madame about today's events? ”

"Young master, the servant is wronged! I've been waiting for you since I came back, and I haven't left half a step at all! ”

was wronged by Wen Bo, and was reproached by Mao Jue, Su Yi's little face was about to shed tears, and she stomped her little feet helplessly.

Mao Jue, who heard this, couldn't help but feel excited, yes, there was no phone and no WeChat in the first few years, where did he go, how did Mrs. Zhang know? even knew that he was short of money, so he sent Wenbo to deliver it. And this Mrs. Zhang knows it, and it is even more impossible for the annoying snarky woman not to know about it that day, God knows what bad things she muttered about herself in Mao Wenlong's ear.

It seems that this Mao Mansion is not so simple! Stretching out his hand and weighing the silver into his hand, Mao Jue secretly rose into vigilance.

This night, Mao Jue still didn't have the heart to study.

Early the next morning.

"Master, get up! ...... you get up, uh, young master, are you up? ”

It's still a convention, the plain-clothed alarm clock generally stands at the head of Mao Jue's bed and shouts, but today, the words stopped abruptly after only half of the call, looking at the empty bedside, and then looking at Mao Jue who was boiling in front of the desk like panda eyes, this girl ** covered her small mouth.

"Young Master, you actually got up by yourself!"

"I didn't sleep at all!"

yawned loudly, put down a stack of things he had painted, stretched out his hand and pressed the twenty taels of silver on it, Mao Jue was stunned for seven or eight seconds in a row, and finally slapped the table hard.

"Give it a go, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle! Take a gamble!! ”

…………

"Hurry up! Buy big and lose big, buy small and lose small! It's time to buy it! ”

A dice shop is crowded with all kinds of gamblers, gambling is really harmful, on the gambling table, live chickens, scales, pressure or something, and even a losing red eye to push his own daughter, obviously only in early March, these guys sweaty hot actually made the small gambling house hot like a sauna, a sweaty face staring nervously at a small bamboo tube.

Especially one of the men with a horse-faced three-striped beard, a set of Ming army mandarin duck battle jackets seemed to be wet with sweat, and a pair of unlucky single-tattooed eyebrows were raised upward, and his mouth kept shouting.

"Great! Big! Big! Six o'clock, leopard! ”

At the gate, the smell of sweat made the plain clothes disgusting, looking at the stinky man in the room, this girl looked back at Mao Jue with a pale face, and asked sadly.

"Less, less, young master, really, really, really go!"

"Nonsense, can you not go here?"

Rolling his eyes, Mao Jue stretched out his hand forward, gestured to Su Yi, and the girl who was looking at it looked at her all the time.

"Less, young master, what are you doing?"

"You go in first, I know me!"

O evil feudal society!

On behalf of the countless oppressed female compatriots of this era, they despised this world, swallowed their saliva, pinched their noses, and walked to the front in plain clothes.

This kung fu has been opened on the table, and the gambler who pressed his daughter excitedly hugged the little girl who was already crying and kissed it, and the madman laughed like that: "Hahaha, Lao Tzu said, I'm going to run in time, Nizi, you are really your father and my lucky star!" Take the money and take the money! ”

However, the oily face of the horse-faced man was like dead ash at this time, and his eyes looked straight at the three points, and for a long time, he suddenly turned into a leopard and roared.

"Fuck you're out of a thousand, and you didn't put it when you pressed the most!"

"Hey, Wen Baihu, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! My Ma Liuzi's dice shop has not been open for a day or two, and when everyone has a little back, you have to come up with evidence to make my Ma Liuzi three knives and six eyes. ”

The dealer who said this suddenly stopped, and the pockmarked guy slapped the table fiercely and roared, and the man who won the money next to him also hugged his daughter and coaxed.

"That's it, surnamed Wen, do you still have any money, if you don't have money, get out of here, Lao Tzu's luck is coming, don't delay Lao Tzu here!"

"Who the hell said that Lao Tzu has no money!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the horse-faced man untied his waist knife and was about to slap it on the table, but at this fateful moment, a small hand was on his neck and pulled him off the table.

"Who the fuck ......, plain clothes, I'm about to turn over the book, what are you doing here?"

"The young master is looking for you!"

Pinching his nose, his little white hand clenched into a fist and pointed back.