MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 68 【Jane Brothers】

  Chapter 68 [Jane Brothers]

  Jian's family is a scholarly family, but it is far from a wealthy family.

  In other words, compared with the general wealthy people in Xingqing Mansion, the Jian brothers can be regarded as poor.

  Simple clothes, simple food, and no money at home, this is the portrayal of the half-life of the two brothers.

Although the Jian brothers have separated in name, they are not completely separated. They still live in the same courtyard. One family lives in the east wing and the other lives in the west wing. And used to hold the two largest fixed assets - several rooms full of books.

   This is the savings of generations.

  The ancestors of the past dynasties were quite famous in the villages far and near, but no one has been an official for generations, and their income is not rich.

  The money earned by several generations did not buy farm servants. Except for food, it was all used to buy books, or buy, or copy. Almost every generation had to buy one or two bookshelves.

  Every year on the sixth day of June, the yard will be covered with shelves to dry the books, and those who are lucky enough to visit at this time will be surprised by that scene:

   This should be the place with the highest density and variety of books in Xingqing Mansion.

  The brothers Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhengchu have been thriving in the past few years.

  Gai knew that the two brothers had nylon in their stomachs and admired their knowledge, so the respected man discussed with the county magistrate, raised money from the big households in the city, established a private school, and hired the two as teachers to teach students.

  In the eyes of the people of Xingqing Prefecture, the two gentlemen are rare good teachers. Half of the students they teach have made extraordinary achievements—this is a very high success rate.

  In the latest exam, Xingqing Prefecture has won a lot of candidates, the number is the highest ever recorded in the local area, and it is far compared with the neighboring prefectures.

   As for the other half?

  No one will notice, just treat them as knockouts.

On the other hand, the two Jian brothers adhered to the saying that "there is no discrimination in teaching", and they treated every student patiently. way to go.

  At this time, the two brothers were sitting in the East Wing and discussing.

  The tea was getting cold, but they were not in the mood to drink it, their brows were furrowed, and they were relatively silent.

   After a while, Jian Zhengchu, the older brother, said: "Tomorrow, I will invite the doctor from the town ten miles east of the city. If it still doesn't work, I will go to Yangzhou Prefecture to seek medical treatment for Xingwen!"

  Jian Zhengqing sighed, and said: "Brother, I'm sorry, I really can't get away from you, and I can't split up with you. It's just a pain for Xingwen..."

   After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the door curtain of the next room.

  In it, the daughter-in-law is taking care of the grandson Jian Xingwen, who just woke up crying and fell asleep again.

  The two brothers are at the knees. Jian Zhengchu has a daughter who has already been married, and Jian Zhengqing has a son who married the daughter of a locksmith's family in the east of the city. Now they have a boy, which is Jian Xingwen.

  As an only seedling, Jian Xingwen is loved and educated by his two grandpas. In addition, this little boy is very intelligent and has already read many classics.

  Compared with his father, Xingwen is more capable of inheriting the mantle of the two brothers.

  Just these few days, this Jian Xingwen didn't know what kind of disease he contracted. In the first two days, whenever he fell asleep, he would suddenly wake up with heavy breathing. He said that he dreamed that someone was pinching his neck. When his family saw it, Jian Xingwen's face turned blue.

  After seeking medical advice for many days to no avail, he became even more in a trance, crying and waking up in a deep sleep, as if breaking free from drowning.

   "Alas..." Jian Zhengchu shook his head and sighed, "I believe that by promoting culture, we will be able to survive this catastrophe."

  Brother Jian Zhengqing nodded, but didn't reply, and continued to look out the window at the silent night, but frowned, refusing to part.

   "Boom-boom-boom-!"

  Three knocks on the door sounded in this small courtyard. The knocker's hand was very steady, and the three knocks were almost in sync.

   Who visits in the middle of the night?

  In doubt, the two brothers Jian Zhengchu and Jian Zhengqing heard someone shout: "I wonder if Mr. Jian Zhengchu is at home? The old Fang Chang is here to visit."

  Who is this?

  The two got up together and went to the courtyard to open the door.

  Open the door latch, and by the light of the lights in the courtyard from the window lattice, I saw a slender man with silver hairpin cloth shoes and a soap-colored robe, with a slender figure and bright eyes, waiting outside the door.

  Seeing the appearance of the person opposite, Jian Zhengchu was brought back memories by the way.

  He asked in surprise:

   "Mr. Fang?"

  ...

  …

  After asking a few passers-by who had retreated from the night market, Fang Chang detoured for a while before finding the residence of the two brothers in a remote and unknown alley.

  The surrounding households are relatively similar. They are all in small yards, with several rows of houses built to accommodate several families.

   There are even five generations living under the same roof, thanks to the peace in the world and the growth of the population over the years.

  The entrance of Jian Zhengchu's house is a bit shabby, which doesn't match the respectful tone of the citizens to the Jian brothers when Fang Chang asked the way just now, but the temperament is very commensurate.

  Hearing the impressive voice inside, Fang Chang knew that he had gone to the right place.

  He raised his hand straight forward and slapped the door knocker three times.

   After a few breaths, two people came to open the door, and one of them was the same Jian Zhengchu who I met when I went down the mountain.

   But looking at the inner courtyard, it doesn’t look like someone who can afford a car, and there is no barn or parking space in the yard.

  What Fang Chang didn't know was that the Chinese car that Jian Zhengchu was riding that day was actually borrowed by an official in the city, and it didn't belong to him.

   But this Jian Zhengchu looks the same as when we first met. He is still dressed in cotton clothes, and he is very energetic.

  The other one, presumably this is Jian Zhengchu's biological brother, Jian Zhengqing, the eyebrows of the two are quite similar, both of them are very energetic, but the sadness between the brows cannot be erased.

   "Mr. Fang?"

  Hearing Jian Zhengchu's surprise, Fang Chang said with a smile: "The old man came to visit, and it happened to be late at night. Please forgive me."

   "Please come in, please come in, please come in, Mr. Fang, this is my brother Jian Zhengqing..."

After inviting Fang Chang into the room and taking a seat, Jian Zhengchu introduced to his younger brother: "This is Mr. Fang Chang, a master of Taoism. When I went to visit friends in Long'an Mansion last time, I ran into Mr. Fang on the way back. We had a very close relationship. joyous."

  After meeting again, Fang Chang asked straightforwardly: "I also happened to pass by this Xingqing prefecture, but I heard that Lingsun has a strange and sudden illness? I am here to express my condolences."

   It seems that he has been under a lot of mental pressure recently. Before he could speak to his brother who is familiar with Mr. Fang, Jian Zhengqing began to complain, and explained the incident carefully for Mr. Fang.

   Speaking of sadness, there were even tears in his eyes, but they never fell.

Next to   , Jian Zhengchu said a few words of comfort.

   After calming down and releasing a little pressure, Jian Zhengqing cheered up a little.

  At this moment, there was another cry from the back room, followed by the sound of gasping for breath after holding his breath, accompanied by the sound of the woman patting comfortingly.

  Hearing this, the brothers of the Jian family in the outhouse became even more serious.

   "Can you allow me to go in and have a look?"

   Seeing this situation, Fang Chang asked flatly.

   Thank you on the leaves, the dog who loves to raise native dogs, or the dog who does not forget the original intention, Chi Chi, etc., Yuanmo say, Yunluo Qianbihan for rewarding~

  (end of this chapter)