It was sunset again, and Mao Jue was lying on his small building with his eyes straightening, watching the merchant ships coming and going on the coast of Pi Island. The sunset shone on the sea, and each piece seemed to be silver with light, but unfortunately none of them belonged to him.

"It's really a stepmother!"

With golden light on his eyes, Mao Jue shook his head sadly.

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

He is Mao Wenlong's only son, but he was not born to his wife Zhang. Mrs. Zhang was born into a large family in Shanxi and her ancestors had a prime minister Zhang Siwei. Unfortunately, Mrs. Zhang could not have children. So when Mao Wenlong was appointed as the garrison of the Lingyang garrison, he married the daughter of the Wen family in the Liaoyang family as a concubine, and he was the mother who Mao Jue had never even met.

However, a few years ago, Nurhaci's army captured Liaoyang, and tens of thousands of Liao people were massacred, including the Wen family, Mao Jue's mother and more than 300 relatives of Mao Wenlong were killed in this catastrophe. After Mao Jue was robbed out of Liaoyang City by desperate efforts, he was also greatly frightened and became cowardly and timid.

Seeing his appearance, Mao Wenlong could always remember this tragic incident. No wonder Mao Jue didn't like him.

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

However, Mao Jue's appearance was unable to suppress the generals of Dongjiang Town before, so Mao Wenlong married the daughter of Dengzhou general Shen Shikui on Pidao as his concubine, who was the sarcastic woman. She was born as a lady from the aristocratic family and was not good at managing the affairs of the family and house. Gradually, the power of the entire Mao family fell into the hands of this woman.

Is it a woman? She is selfish in front of her children. Although she has not given birth to a child, Mao Jue, the eldest son, has been regarded as a thorn in her side and is trying to seize Mao Wenlong's position as the mortal enemy of the heir. A while ago, she instigated Mao Wenlong to send Mao Jue back to her hometown in Hangzhou to take the imperial examination. In this case, how could this woman give Mao Jue money? Since she took care of money, Mao Jue's pocket money for two taels a month has been cut off for several years.

Moreover, because Mao Jue was implicated by Su Yi, the old man Wen Bo from the gay love that day, there were so many people around him who could not get a monthly salary. Fortunately, Su Yi was adopted by Mao Jue's mother since childhood, and Wen Bo was his far away cousin, and the two of them were still devoted to him.

"Okay, young master, don't be depressed. My maid and Uncle Wen are also free from food and clothing in the Mao mansion. It's useless to ask for money. And some strange and lewd skills. What if you don't do it? The young master should study more and wait for the master to send him back to Hangzhou and get the top scorer. Let Mrs. Shen take a good look!"

I thought my words hit Mao Jue, and the girl Suyi was very sad and persuaded her with a little face.

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

Imperial Examination? Not to mention whether you can pass the exam. Even if you pass the exam, according to the darkness of the Ming Dynasty officialdom, when Mao Wenlong dies, he will fall down and everyone will push him. Maybe he will make the civil servants what kind of things! And it is not peaceful inside the pass. If he is thrown into a place in Shanxi, Shaanxi and Henan, he may be beaten to the head by the peasant army one day. He doesn’t know what Mao Jue’s fate in history, anyway, he doesn’t want to go back to the pass at all.

Why don’t you tell Mao Wenlong directly, prepare to rebel! Yuan Manzi wants to kill you? As soon as this idea came out, Mao Jue’s head was filled with an idiot’s face. According to Mao Wenlong’s disgust for him, it’s all right that he could believe it.

"Okay, Master, I'm hungry. Go down and find me some food!"

"Yes, Master!"

Mao Jue was already speaking, and he thought his persuasion had worked. The girl Suyi happily went downstairs and sent her away. Mao Jue sat on the desk again with a fierce look, and he outlined an abstract stove in the shape of a steamed bun. On one side, he was muttering gritting his teeth.

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

At this time, a noise came from downstairs.

"Brother Wen, why are you here!"

"I heard that I took the young master out to make a fool of himself today and even went to the camp. The lady was very unhappy when she found out. I will make trouble again next time. I will make a fool of myself. Old man, I won't protect you!"

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

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

He hummed twice with obvious grievance, and the sound gradually approached, and the two of them went upstairs one after another.

"Young Master, Wen Bo is here!"

After not seeing each other for a few days, the old man still looked like a sensual expression on his face. He walked up excitedly and bowed: "I have seen the young master!"

Before Mao Jue could stand up and return the gift, the old guy was full of clichés and hit his forehead again.

"Young Master, you are still young now, so you should focus on your studies! You will be the first thing you should do when you are on the list of gold in the future. The real man should do it! I heard that the young master was abandoning his studies these days, but I was very sad. I thought that the wise man hung his beam and stabbed his thighs, and stole his walls and stole his lights. It has become a story for all ages. Just like you are idle and useless youth, I am all the time to see the young master... "

The old guy was talking to the car, and Mao Jue's head was a little bigger when he tossed and turned, but this old guy was also doing his own good. Mao Jue was not a ungrateful person, and he didn't blame him, but he listened with his head down sadly.

"Yes, what Wen Bo taught me is that I was not in good health these days, so I didn't continue to study. When I was in good health, I immediately studied hard. Cheng Men Lixue, as long as I can't learn to death, I will learn to death. Do you think it's like!"

Maybe Mao Jue had a good attitude towards admitting his mistake. Seeing his head down, Wen Bo stroked his long beard with satisfaction, took out another bag from his arms and placed it on the table.

"This is twenty taels of silver. The lady saved it from her own money. The lady asked the old man to give it to the young master. The young master is the young master of our Mao Mansion. It will cost you a lot of money to go out, so you can't be looked down upon!"

"this……"

Looking at the silver, Mao Jue's face suddenly became complicated. He was so cunning and vicious that he was so poor that Mrs. Zhang might not be much better than him. But in this case, Mrs. Zhang could still give him the money he had saved money just to support him. For a moment, Mao Jue felt something was stuck in his heart. After a moment, he shook his head heavily, pushed the silver back, and said with a forced smile.

"Brother Wen, please take the money back! I have nothing to buy here, I don't lack anything, really!"

"Young Master, don't refuse. I was young and romantic back then. I have a few friends, recite poems and make friends, and I am a very normal thing. In fact, the young master can go out for a while, and my wife is very happy, just don't delay my studies anymore!"

With a smile, Mao Jue taught him a lesson. The old man left with a smile on his face, and left the money. Looking at the heavy twenty taels, Mao Jue blamed Su Yi for the first time.

"You open your mouth! Why did you tell your wife what happened today!"

"Young master, I'm wronged! I've been serving you when I come back, and I haven't left at all!"

After being wronged by Wen Bo and being blamed by Mao Jue, Su Yi's little face was so aggrieved that she was about to shed tears, and she stomped her feet helplessly.

Mao Jue couldn't help but feel shocked. It's right. Nowadays, there are no phone calls or WeChat. How did Mrs. Zhang know where he went? She even knew that he was short of money and sent Wen Bo to deliver it. And Mrs. Zhang knew that the annoying and mean woman that day was even more impossible not to know. God knows that she muttered something bad about Mao Wenlong's ear.

It seems that the Mao Mansion is not that simple! He reached out and weighed the silver into his hand, and Mao Jue secretly raised a sense of vigilance.

That night, Mao Jue still had no intention of studying.

Early the next morning.

"Young Master, get up! Get up..., uh, you are up?"

It's still the usual thing, I stood on the head of Mao Jue's bedside alarm clock like a plain clothes and shouted, but today, I stopped abruptly after half of my words. Looking at the empty bedside, and then at Mao Jue, who was as panda-eyed as he was in front of the desk, the girl covered her mouth with her little mouth.

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

"I didn't sleep well at all!"

The big guy yawned, put down a stack of things he had painted, reached out and pressed the twenty taels of silver on his head. Mao Jue let out for seven or eight seconds, and finally slapped the table hard.

"Take a try, and the bicycle turns into a motorcycle! Take a gamble!!!"

…………

"Hurry up and bet! Buy big and lose big, buy small and lose small! Buy it and leave!"

A dice was filled with all kinds of gamblers. The word "gambling" was really harmful. There were live chickens, weights, and other things on the gambling table. There were even a red-eyed person who pushed his daughter up. It was only in early March, and the hot air of these guys was sweating that made the little gambling shop feel as if they were going to take a sauna. They were all sweaty faces staring nervously at a small bamboo tube.

Especially one of the men with three-faced Hu faces, and a set of Ming army mandarin duck battle jackets seemed to be wet with sweat. A pair of unlucky single-tatted eyebrows raised up, and he kept shouting in his mouth.

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

At the gate, the smell of sweat was so bad that the plain clothes were so disgusting. Looking at the room of stinky men inside, the girl looked back at Mao Jue with a pale face and hesitant face, and asked sadly.

"Young, young master, really, really, really go!"

"Nonsense, can you not go here?"

Rolling his eyes, Mao Jue stretched out his hand forward and gestured to Suyi. He looked at the girl again.

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

"You go in first, I know you!"

An evil feudal society!

The countless oppressed female compatriots in this era despised the world, swallowed hard, pinched their noses, and walked forward in plain clothes.

At this time, the table was already on. The gambler who suppressed his daughter excitedly hugged the crying little girl and kissed her. The madman laughed like a big shot: "Hahaha, I just said, I want the time to run, Nizi, you are really your father and my lucky star! Get the money!"

However, the man with a horse-faced face seemed as if he was dead. His eyes were straightened at the three points. After a long time, he suddenly turned into a leopard and roared.

"Damn you, you don't have to pay any money, you're the biggest hit!"

"Hey, Wen Baihu, you can eat random food, you can't talk nonsense! My Maliuzi's dice has not been open for a day or two. Everyone has a little memorization. If you want to show evidence, I Maliuzi will kill six eyes."

The dealer said this and immediately stopped doing it. The guy with a pockmarked face slapped the table fiercely and roared. The man next to him who had won the money also hugged his daughter and started to cheer.

"That's right, my surname is Wen. If you still have money, get out of here if you don't have money. I'm lucky. Don't delay my money here!"

"Who said I'm out of money!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the horse-faced man actually took off his waist knife and was about to slap it on the table. But at this deadly moment, a small hand was held on his neck and pulled him off the gambling table.

"Who is the damn... Suyi, I'm about to make a comeback, what are you doing?"

"Young Master is looking for you!"
Chapter completed!