The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 152 It’s better to take a carriage

"Hey, Yang Biao, hurry up and toast the adults!" What are you still standing there for? Really, Wei Liangjing pushed him and kept complaining in his heart, what's the use of this guy being able to read? He has no sense at all.

"Oh, student Yang Biao toasts to the master!" Even though Xia Zhaofeng didn't like him, he still had to go through the necessary procedures. Yang Biao held the wine glass and toasted all the teachers and leaders present with a smile.

"Sir, student Di Huaijin toasts you!" Di Huaijin, who got first place in the exam, also came over to toast.

Yang Biao took a closer look and recognized him. It turned out that Di Huaijin was the boy with fine hair on his lips who sat opposite him during the exam that day.

"You are Di Huaijin. Look at this year's top scorer in the academy. You are really handsome." The academician patted him on the shoulder and casually asked him some questions about the meaning of the classics. Di Huaijin answered them all fluently.

"Well, it's really good! He is really a promising young man." Xia Zhaofeng praised with a smile. Seeing Yang Biao quietly leaving the lively crowd, he thought that this man was quite sensible.

"Xiaoran, you must be getting impatient." As soon as the boring farewell banquet for his teacher ended, Yang Biao hurried out of the government office and went to find Qin Xiaoran who was waiting in the carriage.

"No, how much did you drink?" Qin Xiaoran covered her nose. The smell was really bad.

"I only drank two or three cups, just to deal with it. Dong Quan, let's go." Yang Biao decided to take Ji Lang and Dong Quan with him this time. Their kung fu was better than Jiang Sheng's, and they were ten times better than him. Ding Yan and Gu Yuan still followed Qin Xiaoran.

"It's better to take a carriage. My butt was sore for several days last time I rode a horse." Qin Xiaoran lifted the curtain of the carriage, and it was pitch black outside.

Ji Lang built a simple stove in the dark to cook some noodles, and the few of them had a simple dinner outdoors.

"Well, sorry, I was in a hurry last time. I promise, I will never let you ride a horse again in the future." Yang Biao held her in his arms, "Go to sleep quickly, we still have to travel tomorrow."

"Oh, Yang Biao has also passed the imperial examination and become a scholar. Now there are three scholars in our village!" The headman's wife gave money to the official who came to announce the good news, and patted little Zhang who was still standing there in a daze.

"Oh, sir, there is no man at home, so I won't invite you in." After being touched by her, little Zhang hurried to her room and took out twenty taels of silver to give to the official who brought the good news.

"Thank you, old lady. I wish Mr. Yang Biao good luck and hope he will pass the imperial examination next year!" The officials didn't care whether someone entered the house or not. After saying the auspicious words, they happily took the silver and left.

"Grandma should be the happiest one. Two of the three scholars in our village are your grandsons." The villagers were extremely envious.

"Maybe the feng shui of the ancestral grave is good. I will ask a feng shui master to find a good feng shui site for my family's ancestral grave."

"Hey, your grandson is also smart. If you train him well, he will not be worse than my brother Yuqi." The wife of the head of the village said with a smile.

"Mom, that's great. My brother is a scholar now." Yang Xiaohua hugged Xiao Zhang happily.

"Our brother Biao is really a good boy. Let's go up the mountain and tell your father the good news as soon as possible so that he can be happy." The mother and daughter went up the mountain carrying the sacrificial supplies, and Xiaolian and Fang Hua followed them.

"Yang Biao, do mother and Xiaohua know that you have passed the exam and become a scholar?" Qin Xiaoran sat outside the carriage, watching the familiar scene gradually recede.

"They all ride horses, so they should be faster than us." Yang Biao knew that in ancient times, grassroots civil servants all rode horses to perform their duties, and only civil servants rode in carriages.

"Oh," Qin Xiaoran saw Yang Xiaohua in the car and quickly stood up and waved to her, "Xiaohua...Xiao" but her footing was unstable and she was about to fall.

Yang Biao quickly hugged her, "The carriage is still moving, do you want to die?" Seeing that she was about to cry, he softened his voice, "Remember to be careful next time!"

"Oh, I understand." Qin Xiaoran had an expression as if she had done something wrong, which made him feel distressed. He hugged her tightly and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken so loudly and scared you."

"Brother Biao, congratulations!" When the people in Yangjia Village saw Yang Biao, they all congratulated him.

"Our village now has three scholars, the same number as Changping Village. Let's see if they will be proud of themselves in the future." Everyone was chatting and enjoying the cool air under the big tree.

"Brother Biao, are you hungry?" When Xiao Zhang heard someone coming to report the news, she was waiting at the gate of the courtyard early.

"Mom, please come in quickly, it's hot outside!" Yang Biao hurriedly asked Gu Yuan to drive the carriage into the yard. As for Dong Quan and Ji Lang, they naturally stayed in Wenchang County.

"Xiao Ran, what do you want to eat?" Yang Biao looked at the meat and poultry brought from the county town and asked Qin Xiaoran to come over and select the ingredients so that he could cook.

"What do you want to eat, mother? Let Yang Biao make it for you." Qin Xiaoran saw Xiao Zhang also entered the kitchen and asked her about her plans for lunch.

"Just make whatever you want to eat. I'll listen to you." In fact, Xiao Zhang didn't care much about food. As long as she could fill her stomach, it was fine.

"Xiao Ran, bring a few basins over. I want to marinate the meat with salt first. It will go bad in such a hot day." Yang Biao cut the meat into strips so that they could be tied with ropes when drying.

"Brother Biao," when the head of the village heard his wife say that Yang Biao was back, he hurriedly ran to the outside of his house and shouted.

"Go quickly. I don't know what the village head wants to see you about." Xiao Zhang walked forward, took the kitchen knife from his hand, and continued to process the meat that he had not finished cutting.

"Uncle head of the village, what's the matter that makes you so anxious to find me?" Yang Biao wiped his hands with a cloth and walked out.

"Well, that's the case. Manager Liu asked us for wine. I remember you were the one supplying his restaurant before." The head of the village told Yang Biao about this. As the saying goes, there is no dishonest businessman, so he wanted him to be careful of this person.

"It's okay, uncle the village head. As long as he doesn't sell it at a low price, you can sell the village wine to him." As soon as he returned home, the village head came to him in a hurry. Yang Biao thought it was something important.

"Ah, that's not what I meant." Afraid that he would misunderstand that he was trying to steal his business, the village head hurriedly explained.

"Uncle head of the village, the whole Yangjia Village knows what kind of person you are. I won't misunderstand you. Don't worry, the wine I brew has other markets and I sell it at a higher price." Yang Biao smiled and comforted him. He had his own wine shop and barbecue shop, so he didn't care about the sales of Huanxi Restaurant.

"Oh, that's good." The head of the village breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing that he sold it at a higher price, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother Biao, who did you sell your wine to?"

"Uncle, the village head, have you heard of Wangfu Restaurant and a barbecue shop in the county town?" Yang Biao answered with a smile. In order to let the village head feel at ease selling wine to Huanxi Restaurant, he told him where to make his own wine.

"I've heard of it. Shuiqian and his family have been there to eat. They said it tastes good and the business is booming." Li Zheng was now completely relieved and thought about bringing his wife and a few grandchildren to try it one day.

"Uncle head of the village, is the amount of wine produced in our village large now?" Yang Biao thought that there was no problem with sales in the village, but he wondered whether the brewed wine could keep up.

"Oh, don't mention it!" When the village head heard Yang Biao ask this, he immediately looked worried.