In the third year of Dingzheng, autumn.

Compared with the past Great Heat, Guobei County, which has just arrived in the autumnal equinox, there is no difference between the golden color that cannot be hidden in the rice fields and the extra coolness in the wind.

Han Qiuequin has lived in this Guobei County since he became sensible. Guobei County is located in the south of the Daliang Dynasty and belongs to Wubei County. It is located in a remote place. Fortunately, the people are simple and peaceful.

The seasonal climate in the south of Daliang is different from the four seasons in the north. Take the winter in Guobei County for example, withering and silence are the main string rules.

As for scenes like the silver-covered and snow-covered in the north, it is usually only circulated by the scholars who failed the exam and returned home, as well as some pawn vendors who traveled around the country.

Although Guobei County is small, it is not short of wealthy families or patrons.

There are two private schools in the county:

A private school teaches noble children, and the name of the private school is Mingli Academy.

Another private school specializes in recruiting people, and its name is Qiwu Academy.

With such a name, you can know the differences in the content taught in the private school.

Han Qiuequin was taken back from a land temple in the suburbs of the county. The one who brought him back was a beggar. He hurriedly sent him to the county government to receive some rewards, and then went to buy roast chicken in a hurry.

The county magistrate also took the hungry child to Qiwu Private School and handed him over to a gentleman.

This is also the only teacher in Qiwu Private School.

This gentleman was about forty years old. He heard that he had passed the scholar in his early years and had passed the exam. Later, for some reason, he came to Guobei Town to be a teacher. He was usually a good person, and he praised him from the county to the people.

So no one jokes about the fact that a literati fails to win the imperial examination or a master's fate.

In fact, Mr. Wei is also a well-recognized literati. He often catches up with ordinary people who celebrate festivals or who are rich people marrying their daughters and proposing marriages. He will also send people to the door to ask for congratulations.

The gentleman likes autumn. In his words, autumn is a day that everyone likes from royal relatives to the people. Because autumn is the season of harvest, the national treasury is enriched, and the people have also endured another year.

After the Great Heat, the autumnal equinox is separated, and the cold dew comes. Every autumn, the gentleman will recite this sentence a few times.

Fifteen autumns ago in Guobei County, a forgotten child was found in the Land Temple outside the suburbs of the county.

I found out that the child was a beggar. Later, people asked the beggar. The beggar said: The child was lying on a futon in front of the landlord, and he had nothing but the cradle. Fortunately, he didn't get into the cold dew, otherwise it would be too late.

This is how Han Qiuequin’s name came from, and was given by Mr.

The gentleman's surname is Wei, and he likes to wear a gray robe. He has many patches on his clothes, but the marks are neat and tight. Like those literati of his age, he has a beard that is wide on his chin.

He has a fair skin and a easy-going personality. He does things and speaks the same as the patches on his clothes, with tight fit and no gaps left.

Most of them are cautious on weekdays.

Mr. Wei usually likes to drink.

Only after drinking can he become his true self.

Han Qiuequin likes to listen to Mr. Wei speak wine.

So when he was still a child, he often helped his neighbors do some farming chores and exchanged some steamed buns for them. After he grew older, Han Qiufei started working as a chore in the county's wine shop, earning some scattered silver and buying wine for Mr. Wei.

Mr. Wei prefers strong alcohol when drinking.

Mr. Wei only drinks one type of wine, "Get a sip" wine as its name, one word, Lie!

Han Qiuyin doesn’t drink alcohol. On weekdays, he is responsible for pouring wine.

Over time, the two of them also formed a tacit understanding. One bought wine, one drank, one watched, and the other drank.

As winter approaches, it’s dark early, and the people in the county have also finished their work early and returned to their own homes. They sit under the old locust trees and listen to the roar of insects.

After pinching it a little, Han Qiufen knew that Mr. Wei had almost drunk it.

At this time, Mr. Wei seemed to have removed the shackles on his body, and with the candlelight swept by the breeze, he stood up...

"I'm happy to see the waves of rice and beans, and the heroes are everywhere in the evening smoke. The dewdrops covered in the morning are shook," Han Qiuequin quietly pondered this sentence.

Mr. Wei, who had just borrowed wine to recite poems, held a rough wine glass made of clay in his hand, and looked at Han Qiuequin opposite the table with hazy eyes.

Han Qiuequn glanced at Mr. Wei and ignored him.

Mr. Wei smiled, then picked up the small wine cup containing wine on the table, picked it up and put it in front of him and shook it.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his body. He listened to the sound of insects coming out of the door, shook his head, holding the wine cup in one hand and the wine glass in the other.

Mr. Wei pondered for a while, licked his mouth, and then drank the remaining wine in the glass in one sip.

"The time is September, and the order is three autumns"

"The coldness also rises in autumn. Don't freeze when the autumn equinox." After saying that, the gentleman said, his head was vertical and stopped moving.

Han Qiufen didn't understand whether Mr.'s words were told to him or that they had other meanings.

The moonlight outside the house gradually changed light and dark, and Han Qiuequin looked out to the sky outside along the eaves of the window.

The clouds gently covered the moon's glory. After a while, the thin cloud swallowed the shadows on the ground together.

Retracted his eyes...

Mr. Wei had already taken off his shoes and lay on the bed with his clothes. In this night when only the sound of insects and candlelights were heard slightly, Mr. Wei's snoring came softly.

After cleaning up the mess on the table, Han Qiufen gently pulled up the two wooden doors on the left and right.

Han lived in the Land Temple at night, which was the Land Temple when beggar discovered him.

Mr. Wei usually helps the wealthy men write Spring Festival couplets, letters, and greetings to earn some money. He doesn't earn much money at all. He also often helps the lives of some poor students, making him live a hard life.

The people of Guobei County saw what Mr. Wei did, so when those people heard that Mr. Wei was going to take care of a child brought back from the Land Temple, they rushed over to help.

Over the years of life, Han Qiufen's mind has been much more mature than other peers, so when he just learned about his life experience, he made the decision to move back to the dilapidated land temple back then.

As time passed, the thin cloud had already drifted to other corners with the breeze, and the bright moonlight returned to Guobei County.

It is about three miles from Mr. Wei's house to Tudi Temple. Han Qiuequn wore a black cloth dress and he was all integrated into the dark night. He could only hear the sound of cloth shoes and the roads colliding with fine sand and gravel.

When we arrived at the suburbs of the county, we were getting closer and closer to the land temple. The roads became narrower and narrower, and there were more and more weeds on both sides of the road, and fewer and fewer houses could be seen.

The road under Han Qiuequin's feet was getting blurry. The roadsides on both sides of his body were covered with weeds, hidden in the woods, and rustling sounds came from time to time in the grass and the woods.

Han Qiuyi's pace did not speed up, and he still moved slowly.

The Land Temple was built by the previous dynasty. After the Taizu of Daliang established the world, the Land Temple of the Mountains and Rivers was re-enacted, and the Land Temple of the previous dynasty gradually became deserted.

The Land Temple has become a place for some people on the road to rest.

Two broken wooden doors were pushed open by a pair of hands, and the moonlight shone into the Land Temple, illuminating the scene in front of the Hall. Some parts of the stone slabs on the ground in front of the Land Temple had broken into pieces, and some stone bricks even disappeared, and the soil was exposed in the disappearing place.

The red paint on the wood beams and pillars supporting the entire land temple has long since faded, but the exposed part has been wrapped with soil mixed with mud and sand, and the decayed wood in the pillar is not exposed.

In the middle of the Land Temple, opposite the gate, there is a statue of the Land God. The statue is carved from stone. Although it has experienced the erosion of time, its face is still clear and there is no cover of moss lichens.

There is a small incense burner in front of the statue, two extinguished candles, and there is a steamed bun and an egg next to the candle.

In front of the statue, there is a bedding in the futon in the front room.

Han Qiuequin closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He said he was not nervous just now, that would be a lie. Autumn is not only a season for human harvest, but also a season for wild beasts to store energy for the arrival of winter.
Chapter completed!