Chapter 411: Chapter 412: Fighting Hard (1)_1 Chapter 411: Chapter 412: Fighting Hard (1)_1 Nan Feng put the hood of her cape on, carefully avoiding the workers who were moving goods, all the way to where the boat was to be boarded.
No ticket needed to board, it all depended on what class of boat you wanted to take.
So boats had no cabins and were relatively cheap; ten copper coins were enough to cross the river.
So more luxurious boats had cabins where you could escape the harsh weather, and for one of these, Nan Feng paid thirty copper coins.
Perhaps as a result of being forced to jump into the sea by Boss Fu in her previous life, Nan Feng felt a sense of fear after boarding the boat.
She didn’t dare to stand on the deck and decided to walk into the cabin instead.
Inside the cabin, there were seats.
Nan Feng spotted an empty spot by the window and sat down.
However, these weren’t glass windows.
The curtain could be drawn back, but when she pulled the curtain aside, the mother and daughter sitting opposite complained about the cold, so Nan Feng quickly closed it.
After all, it was just a river, nothing too interesting to see.
Initially, the boat was not full, but as more people ca on board, the seats around Nan Feng were quickly taken; save for the one next to her.
Being scared of boats, she fisted her skirt tightly, eyes closed, trying not to think about being on a boat.
While trying to calm herself down, she suddenly heard soone call her na: “Nan Feng?”
She opened her eyes and found a refined scholar standing in front of her.
His voice had changed since the last ti they t, so Nan Feng couldn’t clearly recognize his voice.
“You’re on the boat too?”
“Where are you going?”
They both spoke at the sa ti, then laughed.
Mo Wenxuan pointed to the seat next to Nan Feng and asked if it was taken?
“No, you can sit here,” Nan Feng said anxiously, feeling relieved to have soone to talk to.
Mo Wenxuan was dressed in a green robe with his hair tied up into a bun, held in place with a blue hair band.
His silhouette was decidedly more chiseled and looked completely different from when she last saw him in the village.
When Mo Wenxuan sat down, the long bench was finally full and they ended up sitting quite close together, their arms barely touching.
“Nan Feng, are you heading to the county?” Mo Wenxuan asked.
The boat’s first stop was the county, followed by the provincial city, so that’s why Mo Wenxuan asked.
“Yes, I’m heading to the county,” Nan Feng replied, and then addressed Mo Wenxuan.
“You?”
“I’m going to the provincial city, visiting an old ntor, and gather so information about this year’s local scholarship examination,” Mo Wenxuan said.
Nan Feng laughed lightly, “So, if you pass the local examination, what will be your title?”
“It’s called ‘Juren’,” Mo Wenxuan said.
“Oh,” Nan Feng as she recalled an article she had read called “Fan Jin Zhong Ju”.
So, she asked, “So, does becoming a Juren translate to becoming rich?”
If anyone else had spoken to Mo Wenxuan in this manner, he would certainly have looked down on them, feeling that those businessn were shallow, always bringing money into the conversation.
However, the person talking was Nan Feng.
He would never belittle her, he just thought she was adorable.
“It doesn’t necessarily an that you’re wealthy, but becoming a Juren is definitely one step up from the previous level of scholarship,” Mo Wenxuan said.
“Oh, I see.
Make sure to study hard and keep pushing,” Nan Feng encouraged.
If soone else had said this to him, Mo Wenxuan would surely find them pretentious, or nagging, but when words of encouragent ca from Nan Feng, Mo Wenxuan was greatly inspired.
He made an unnoticed fist and said, “Alright, I’ll strive hard.
I must beco a Juren.”
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