Because Anqing Prefecture is close to the northwest, the climate is abnormally dry most of the time, and yellow sand often rises everywhere.

The special climate has also made the people of Anqing Prefecture develop a heroic and irritable temper, so compared to the fish and rice towns like Jiangnan, there are even fewer scholars here.

Most people, if they cannot enter the army after they reach age, they will only be an ordinary farmer in their entire lives.

However, Ning Qingtian, the predecessor, was extremely talented and had great intelligence since childhood. He was valued by a teacher in Anqing Mansion and taught himself.

This predecessor is also extremely intelligent. He started to take the boy exam at the age of thirteen. He became Duke Jieyuan of Anqing Prefecture in just three years and became famous for a while.

However, there are unexpected changes in the sky, and people have good fortune and good fortune every day.

Just as he was in high spirits and was about to go to Beijing to take the exam, the court suddenly stopped the imperial examination.

This ill-fated predecessor waited for five years but did not wait until the imperial examination was reopened. He was depressed and unsuccessful all day long and actually pissed himself to death.

This was the opportunity to travel through Ning Qingtian, but before Ning Qingtian could react to what happened, Yan Bailu was snatched into the village that night.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I have never been to Anqing Mansion again.

So, when Ning Qingtian was sitting in the carriage, looking through the curtain at the familiar and unfamiliar street scene in Anqing Mansion, he couldn't help but sigh.

This time he went down the mountain, he just wanted to avoid acquaintances, find his own husband, and retrieve his academic qualifications. This is a must-have item for participating in the imperial examination.

So, he didn't even plan to go back to his home, and now he was upset when he saw that old man.

Soon, under Ning Qingtian's command, the carriage turned into a narrow alley and stopped.

Because the alley was too narrow, the carriage could not be driven directly into it. Ning Qingtian asked Yang Ba to stay in the carriage. He got off the carriage himself and headed straight into the alley.

The alleys paved with bluestone were cleaned and felt very comfortable, which was in sharp contrast to the sloppyness in other parts of the city.

However, Ning Qingtian did not pay much attention at this time, but just rushed straight to the last family in the alley according to the direction in his memory, where was the husband's house.

When he arrived at the end of the alley, he saw that a black door was half open in a family. The yard was desolate and overgrown with weeds, and it seemed that it had not been taken care of for a long time.

Ning Qingtian felt nervous when he saw this scene. According to his memory, Mr. Qi, the teacher, was an old man who loved neatness, but at this time there was this desolate scene in the yard. Could something big happened?

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about any etiquette, so he pushed open the door and went inside, shouting loudly as he walked,

"Mr. Qi, is Mr. Qi?"

He just let him shout, and no one responded. There was only a wave of barking from the next yard, which made his uneasy reach the peak.

Despite this, Ning Qingtian still looked inside patiently, but after searching every room, he had no gains.

Until he finally came to the study door and looked at the closed study door, Ning Qingtian did not hesitate, and forced open the door with a little force.

However, the scene inside surprised him. He saw a slightly familiar old man with white hair lying on the desk, motionless.

Ning Qingtian hurried forward and turned the old man over. It was indeed Mr. Qi, but at this time his face turned blue and his eyes were closed.

Ning Qingtian reached out to test it, but fortunately he was still breathing at this time, but it was already very weak and almost impossible to detect.

"Is this hunger?"

Ning Qingtian remembered that when he was searching around, he looked at the pot of clear water, and then saw his husband's condition at this moment, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Even though he already knew that in recent years, the lives of the people have become increasingly difficult. However, he never thought that his husband, a scholar, would faint from hunger at his home.

But at this time, he didn't have time to think about anything, so he planned to go out for something to eat with the old man on his back and find a doctor to take a look.

Fortunately, at this time he had already entered the practice of literary Taoism and his strength also increased.

But when he was about to carry the old man on his back, he found that the old man was holding a piece of paper tightly in his hand. Ning Qingtian was a little confused and curious about what was written on the paper that the old man was holding even when he was unconscious?

However, the situation was urgent at this time, and he didn't have time to think about it. He just took the paper out of the old man's hand carefully, put it in his arms, and then hurriedly ran out with the old man on his back.

When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he put the old man on the carriage and ordered Yang Ba to drive the car to the restaurant in the city.

Seeing the carriage slowly driving and seeing the old man lying safely opposite him at this time, Ning Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, I remembered the white paper that was stuffed into my arms just now. I couldn't help but feel curious, so I took out the white paper and looked down.

I saw a poem written on it. The handwriting seemed to be the old man's handwriting, but the content on it surprised him.

"I have a life experience like a gull on the water, and I have also passed by Nanzhou with a bamboo stick.

The rice bag is full of waning moon in the evening, and the song is singing in the wind and sings in the morning autumn.

Kicking over the dusty world with two feet, and carrying all the sorrows of ancient and modern times on one shoulder.

…”

The whole poem was torn away when it arrived here, but the rest was tightly held in the old man's hand, which was unknown to Ning Qingtian.

But just as he was curious about the last two lines of this wonderful poem, he suddenly heard a familiar old voice slowly sounding.

"Now I don't eat food that comes with pity, why should the yellow dog bark and keep barking?"

Ning Qingtian was shocked and quickly looked up at the place where the sound came. He saw that the old man who was still in a coma just now had woken up at some point, and was staring at him with confusion.

When Ning Qingtian saw the old man wake up, he was immediately delighted and hurried forward and asked with concern.

"Mr. Qi, are you okay?"

"Are you Qingtian?"

The bumpy carriage made Qi Yuanshou feel uncomfortable, and he heard someone seemingly reciting his poems in his ears, and he woke up.

Seeing that the old man seemed a little confused, Ning Qingtian quickly helped him up and nodded in courtesy.

"It's the student, sir, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey, it's a scholar who has no use!"

After confirming that the young man in front of him was his student, Qi Yuanshou felt relieved.

He heard him ask about his condition, and couldn't help but sigh and remain silent.

Seeing this, Ning Qingtian couldn't help feeling worried. But at this moment, the carriage stopped and Yang Ba's voice came from outside.

"Young Master Ning, the restaurant has arrived."
Chapter completed!