The next day.

The county government officially entered its holiday. It had a total of four days, from the eve of Qingming Festival to two days after Qingming Festival.

But when Lu Fang was still ugly, he got up from the bed and followed Zhu'er to the wine cellar.

Look at this girl, she is also energetic.

On the way, he said to Zhu'er, "Zhu'er, today I'm going to go back to my hometown to worship my ancestors. Master has to stay and accompany my brother to investigate He Zhengci's case. Do you want to accompany me back?"

Zhu'er chuckled, "Young Master, are you worried about meeting an assassin again?"

Lu Fang said: "There shouldn't be an assassin. I'm just afraid of encountering some thieves on the road. You know, if I only have three punches and two kicks, I can't do it if I accidentally fight with others seriously."

Zhu'er raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly and said, "You can go back with you, Master, but I have to go back and tell my parents."

"Um."

Lu Fang nodded vigorously.

When he went to the wine cellar, he talked about this with Lao Xiao again.

Old Xiao waved his hand impatiently, "You guys can tell me about this. Just go back to worship your ancestors with peace of mind. With me here, your brother will not have any accidents."

There was a faint look of relief flowing through those eyes that looked dim and looked dim.

Did this little bastard think so for others before?

...

Zhu'er left the wine cellar in advance and went back to inform her parents.

When Lu Fang also came out of the wine cellar, she had already returned.

Fu'er said: "Young master, you have prepared your clothes and bedding for you. Can you see if there is anything else to bring?"

Lu Fang smiled and said, "Here I help me bring all the imperial examination papers from previous years. I'll go wash first, you can go back soon."

"Um."

Fu'er agreed gently, and looked at her expression, she looked a little reluctant.

Lu Fang smiled and said nothing.

When he finished taking a shower, Lao Wang, the groom in the county government, had already led the carriage to the yard.

Horses are Guizhou horses, produced in the southern part of Kuizhou County, and are all yellow-chicken. They are of medium size and are far from being strong, but their strength is that they are strong in their physical fitness and have good endurance. They are the most common type of horses in the Central Plains of Great Yu.

And a groom like Lao Deng is rare.

He looked like he was probably over 70 years old, with only dozens of strands of white hair left on his head, strong and stubbornly maintaining the shape of a bird's nest, wearing a coarse eustached cloth robe, which was about the same color as this yellow horse. His eyes were droopy, his eyelids were swollen, and his rosacea was big and red. If he looked, it could only be considered a terrible sight.

A yellow wine gourd hung around her waist, as if she was half drunk and half awake at all times.

Seeing that Lu Fang leaned on the wheels to rest with his thin arms and legs, he didn't dare to call him.

I was afraid that I would call him away when I called him.

He tiptoed to put the quilt into the carriage, patted his waist, and made sure to carry his purse, and squatted in front of Lao Deng.

Old Deng slowly opened his eyelids, and the first thing he did was to untie the gourd around his waist and pour a sip of wine.

Then he asked: "Young Master, can you leave?"

Lu Fang could even smell the pungent smell of this wine. It was probably the kind of homemade wine sold by hawkers.

This is the roughest wine in Ningyuan County.

He nodded and asked, "Do you want to have another rest?"

He was worried that Lao Deng would take the carriage into the ditch later.

Old Deng shook his head, "It's okay. He is old and often sleepy, but it's hard to sleep."

Then he asked Lu Fang and Zhu'er to get on the car and also took the car board in front.

"drive!"

As Old Deng shouted hoarsely, the carriage slowly headed out of the county government.

The wheels rubbed against the bluestone ground, making a rumbling sound.

When he went outside the county government office, Lu Fang asked Lao Deng to go to the fireworks shop first.

What you promise someone must do.

"Young Master, are you really planning to write inscriptions for him? You haven't practiced calligraphy, have you?"

Before getting off the car, Zhu'er said to Lu Fang with a smile in her eyes.

Lu Fang stared straight at him, "Your young master, I am a genius. I haven't practiced it, which doesn't mean I can't write well."

Then he walked down the carriage with anger.

Zhu'er found it even more funny and kept up with some expectations.

When he arrived at the shop, the young shopkeeper was very enthusiastic, "Young Master Lu, are you here?"

Lu Fang said: "I'm going to go back to my hometown to worship my ancestors, and I'll come here to write inscriptions for you. Take the pen and ink out!"

"Okay!"

The young shopkeeper hurriedly took out the poetry collection and pen and ink, and helped Lu Fang grind it.

Lu Fang placed the collection of poems on the counter and wrote them, "I wish you a lot of money and good luck. Lu Fang."

Zhu'er was stunned by the sight.

Although the word Lu Fang is not very beautiful, it can also be considered quite elegant. More importantly, Lu Fang's expression and technique when he just wrote can be said to be free to restrain and relax, which is not like he has never practiced characters.

Is the young master really a genius? And he is a genius in every aspect?

Unintentionally, Zhu'er contributed more than 2,000 worship points to Lu Fang.

Because of the scattered worship values ​​brought by the poetry collection, and the wave of harvesting Chen Youxi at Zuihualou, Lu Fang's worship values ​​finally accumulated a value of 90,000.

This is really hard-won.

Lu Fang held back and didn't move like a rich slave.

As the saying goes, if you don’t have long-term plans, you will have immediate worries. It is better to leave some worship values ​​for emergencies.

Putting down his pen, and amid the thanks from the young shopkeeper, Lu Fang gained more than 2,000 worship values ​​and took Zhu'er away.

I went to the stall next to buy a few buns, and went to the restaurant to buy a jar of osmanthus wine for Lao Deng.

Back in front of the carriage, he looked at Lao Deng and said, "Lao Deng, I have prepared a jar of osmanthus wine for you to drink on the road."

Lao Deng had collected Lu Fang's snacks and clothes before, but he was not surprised, but nodded, "Young Master Xie."

But when I looked at the osmanthus wine, I seemed to be not very interested.

Lu Fang didn't care, and got into the carriage with Zhu'er.

This time, the carriage really drove out of Ningyuan County.

Get out of the south city gate and go south along the official road.

On the road, Zhu'er just sat cross-legged and meditated. Lu Fangze lifted the curtain from time to time and looked out of the car.

Since he traveled to this world, he has been to Tanzhou. The south of Ningyuan County is limited to traveling to the suburbs.

Although there is the memory inheritance of the unlucky guy, the green waters and green mountains that look around are still fresh to him.

In the end, it was an era without industrial pollution, and the air was fresh.

Due to the heavy rain recently, the loess official road was muddy. Lao Deng's driving skills were beyond Lu Fang's expectations, and driving a carriage was quite stable.

By the time it was almost noon, it was already a place that could be called a wilderness.

Although it is located on the official road, it is really remote and can't even be seen in a village.

Fortunately, there is an official station, and there is a small wine shop next to the station. It is covered with thatch, which is very simple, with several carriages tied outside.

Old Deng held the horse here and said to the car: "Young Master, let's have a meal first?"

Nowadays, the inns, wine shops, and teahouses on the official road are like the 21st century highway service area. It takes a long way to see one. If you miss one, you will basically have to be hungry.

Lu Fang had no objection.

Get out of the car with Zhu'er,

I went into the restaurant and ordered five kilograms of mutton.

Old Deng took out two copper plates from his pocket and made a pot of wine.

It seems that I still like this coarse grain wine.

Lu Fang didn't say anything.

I only looked at the restaurant, and there were a few other scattered tables of diners. I was so dusty that I guess they were rushing home.

Everyone ate silently.

As I ate, it suddenly started raining outside again.
To be continued...