I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

The day of the announcement of the results soon arrived, and Yin Fushu was still at the top of the list. Yin Fushu had already topped the list in the provincial and metropolitan examinations. If she was chosen as the top scorer in the palace examination, she would be the first woman to win the top three places in two consecutive female imperial examinations.

Song Shixia sat in the Tingyu Tower, looking at the girls downstairs: "That Miss Yin has great literary talent, I don't know what she looks like, but I would like to meet her."

Lin Jin looked at the group of people for a few times, but did not see Yin Fushu among them: "She is so beautiful, Sister Shi Xia, do you want to take part in the imperial examination?"

"Please don't bother me. I finally have some free time." Seeing Lin Jin running to Fang Zhining every day, Song Shixia knew that her life was only saved temporarily. She didn't know how long it would last, so she didn't want to bother her like this. "There are so many women in the world, and the female officials don't need someone like me."

The two of them listened to the book for a while before leaving Tingyu Tower, but they did not return home. Instead, they strolled along the streets. The results were announced today, so the streets were busier than usual.

Lin Jin bought two sugar paintings and asked the stall owner to make them in the shape of her and Song Shixia: "Sister, look, do they look like us?"

Although there were only simple outlines on the sugar painting, one could still vaguely see some of the charm of the two of them. Lin Jin happily gave the stall owner a silver ingot: "No need to change."

She rarely does this, but she is happy.

Song Shixia took the sugar painting in her hand and let Lin Jin pull her around to look at it: "Ajin, be careful, don't bump into anyone."

"It won't bump into anyone." Lin Jin answered her with a smile, and then pulled Song Shixia to continue walking forward, "Sister, I'm going to buy you a hairpin."

The velvet flower hairpin I bought for Song Shixia last time was placed by her in front of the tomb, and then it disappeared. Now I have to return it to Song Shixia.

Lin Jin pulled Song Shixia to look everywhere, but she didn't see the hairpin she liked until she saw the familiar stall selling velvet flower hairpins. She looked up and saw Yin Fushu's extremely beautiful face appear before her.

She was stunned for a few seconds: "Yin Fushu?"

Yin Fushu looked up from his book and was not surprised to see two people: "Want to buy hairpins? Choose for yourself, the price is still the same as before."

"No, you, why are you still selling hairpins?" Lin Jin rubbed his eyes, still suspecting that he had seen it wrong. Yin Fushu is now the first in the imperial examination, but he is still selling hairpins. Is this reasonable?

"If I don't sell hairpins, how will I get the money for food and shelter?" Yin Fushu's eyes seemed to say that Lin Jin didn't know the sufferings of the world. She no longer lived in the house in Wanfu Mountain, so naturally she couldn't live like before.

"But..." Lin Jin paused for a long time but couldn't come up with a word. She couldn't figure it out, so she whispered, "Don't you have any savings?"

"Savings?" Yin Fushu frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "It's all spent."

She had spent almost all her money on her last trip to the Zheqing Club, and she hadn’t had any income since then. She was really short of money now, and she wouldn’t have any money before the palace examination.

Lin Jin blinked again and again, and it took a long time for her to come back to her senses: "Oh, then if you sell hairpins here, no one will recognize you."

According to Yin Fushu's current reputation, a hairpin should be able to be sold even for five taels of silver.

Yin Fushu opened the book again: "I won't sell it to them."

Lin Jin: “…”

Song Shixia used a handkerchief to cover the corners of her slightly raised lips: "Ms. Yin will definitely rise to prominence in the future, so it's better to owe fewer favors now."

Yin Fushu nodded mysteriously: "Second Miss Song, please pick a hairpin. We are destined to be together, so I'll treat it as a gift and I won't charge you any money."

"In that case, Song Er will not be polite. Thank you, Miss Yin." Song Shixia did not refuse and started to choose carefully.

Lin Jin listened to these familiar words, and then she glared at Yin Fushu: "You gave it to me, what should I give you?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Yin Fushu said in a very simple manner. When she gave gifts to others, she had to consider what others gave her. "Who made me the only one I could afford to give her was this hairpin?"

Lin Jin was still sulking as she picked out hairpins for Yu Zhuoran and the others. Finally, she picked out a few hairpins and took out some silver from her purse and gave it to Yin Fushu: "Here."

"Thank you." Yin Fushu took the silver, put it in his sleeve pocket, and then began to pack up the stall. He had already earned enough income for the next period of time, so there was no need to continue setting up the stall and sitting in the cold wind.

"Are you just closing up your stall?" Lin Jin grabbed the hairpin and watched Yin Fushu pack up everything. "This makes me look like a fool."

Yin Fushu glanced at her and looked at Song Shixia: "My current residence is not far from here. Would you two like to come to my humble abode and sit for a while?" She mentioned the two kilograms of mutton she had bought today, "If you don't mind."

Song Shixia did not refuse: "In that case, then Ajin and I will bother the girl."

Before Lin Jin could react to what was happening, she and Song Shixia arrived at Yin Fushu's home as guests.

Yin Fushu bought a small house in the capital. The location was not very good and it was a bit simple, but it was still suitable as a temporary residence. However, it was still far inferior to the previous courtyard.

"Wanfu Mountain is too far away, and it's inconvenient to do anything." Yin Fushu seemed to know what Lin Jin was thinking. He put the basket on his back aside and went to wash the mutton. "There is water boiled on the table this morning. Drink it if you are thirsty."

She doesn't have any good tea here, so it's better to drink water.

Song Shixia looked at the furnishings in the room, picked up a book on the table and flipped through it casually. It was just a miscellaneous book with many annotations on it: "Miss Yin's knowledge is quite extensive."

"Hmm?" Lin Jin leaned over to take a look. "Hmm."

"I feel quite compatible with him. We have a sense of shared interests." Song Shixia put the book back and felt somewhat envious of Yin Fushu. "I wish I could be as healthy as him."

Lin Jin also looked at Yin Fushu who was processing mutton and seasonings over there: "Yes, I will definitely find a way."

Yin Fushu lit the stove, put the mutton and ginger into the pot and boiled them together. In the meantime, he grabbed a handful or two of some unknown grass leaves from the rack and threw them into the pot. Soon, a pot of mutton soup was ready.

She poured out the soup and gave Song Shixia a bowl: "You are weak, this soup is just right to nourish your body, try it, it should be edible."

"Thank you, young lady." Song Shixia blew on the soup noodles and carefully drank a mouthful of the soup. The warmth of the hot soup flowed through his lungs. "Young lady is not only talented, but also has good cooking skills."

Yin Fushu looked at Song Shixia and turned his face away: "I should be the one to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be the first in the exam now."

Song Shixia was stunned, not quite understanding what she meant. Lin Jin cleared her throat and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore."

"Ajin?" Song Shixia looked at Lin Jin inquiringly.

Lin Jin couldn't stand this look the most. Whenever Song Shixia looked at her like this, she wanted to tell Song Shixia everything: "That's right, after you died, Master Xianglian gave her all your memories, so... it's also old news."

Song Shixia chuckled, "I thought it was something else. Miss Yin, you don't have to thank me. You got the first place because of your own ability. You just borrowed my memory to increase your knowledge, but if you don't have any talent, it would be useless even if you knew it."

"Even if they read the same book, some people only see the surface, while others understand the deeper meaning. My memory is that book. Miss Yin can understand it because of her own ability, and the knowledge she has learned is her own."

Lin Jin and Yin Fushu were both stunned.