But Master Lu couldn't be calm. A little scholar's son dared to lie on Wang Zeran's back. What did they think of the eldest son of the Wang family?

If this were in Kyoto, the child wouldn't be qualified to carry his shoes.

Master Lu was so angry that he was panting, his face turned red, and he wanted to rush up to argue with Si Sheng. He wanted him to recognize his own identity clearly, and wanted him to know what dignity and inferiority were.

Suxue grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate them while walking. At this moment, she pinched a few melon seeds and handed them to Wang Zeran. Wang Zeran had Yong'an behind his back and couldn't use his hands. He lowered his head and took Suxue's hand and ate it into his mouth, with a smile on his face.

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This smile stopped Master Lu in his tracks.

This smile was so real, so bright, so...happy, it made Master Lu's eyes turn red.

Since Wang Zeran's mother passed away, Master Lu has rarely seen his smiling face, let alone such a smile.

In Master Lu's memory, Wang Zeran always looked serious and precocious with a slight frown on his face. Faced with such Wang Zeran, he would sometimes forget that he was still just a young boy.

Forget it, let’s take a look before talking. Master Lu disappeared and continued to follow Wang Zeran.

When they arrived at the entrance of the town, Si Sheng drove the stored mule cart and drove Wang Zeran and the others back to the campsite outside the town.

As soon as the mule cart passed the intersection of the camping site, it was surrounded by a group of people, and everyone greeted Si Sheng affectionately.

"Is Sisheng back?"

"Go back and eat quickly. Your sister-in-law has already prepared it and is waiting for you guys."

Several people stepped forward to take the whip and reins from Si Sheng's hand, and helped to park the car and unload the animals; some people also got out of the car with a few children in their arms beside the shaft.

"Fourth brother, my family has made konjac tofu, and I will send a piece to your family later."

"Si Sheng, your aunt left some stew for some children, please ask Wang Xiaozi to get it."

Seeing Si Sheng surrounded by a group of people, talking and making out affectionately while walking around, Master Lu was a little surprised.

If he remembered correctly, there were probably six or seven families in total who were migrating westward. They were all neighbors in the same village and were not related to each other. However, the warmth between these people made them feel closer to each other than to their own families.

Wang Zeran was also surrounded by a group of children who were roaring towards him. Master Lu counted them and found that there were about a dozen of them. They should not just be children from the Ye family.

Wang Zeran and Suxue opened their backpacks and grabbed snacks for them one by one. The children ate the things in their hands and shouted and played with joy, causing Si Sheng in front to turn around and look.

Wang Zeran clapped his hands, and the children immediately calmed down and listened to him, "Okay, everyone, stop making trouble. Let's go back to our homes to have dinner now."

The children were obedient, stopped fighting, and walked quietly to their respective campsites.

Master Lu raised his eyebrows. Is Wang Zeran still the king of children here?

How did Master Lu know that Wang Zeran was an assistant in the literacy class, equivalent to a young master? Of course the children would listen to what he said.

After the children walked away, the third boy pulled Wang Zeran aside and secretly took out the chicken drumsticks he had hidden in his clothes for him to eat. Wang Zeran didn't mind it being dirty and actually took a bite.

The third boy became happy, swallowed his saliva and said, "Cousin Wang, you can eat it all, I'm not hungry for chicken."

Cousin Wang? Master Lu looked at the seven or eight-year-old child again and snorted softly from his nose.

How could he deserve to be called Cousin Wang Zeran? There were only a handful of people who could call him Cousin Wang Zeran. How could this child from a peasant family be on the same level as them?

Master Lu murmured in his heart that Wang Zeran and the others had returned to the Ye family's camp.

Yong'an woke up as soon as he came back. Now he came over and tugged on Wang Zeran's sleeve and said, "Brother, sister laid down on the floor as soon as she came back."

Brother, this kid’s scream is even more outrageous.

Although Master Lu knew that Wang Zeran's fake household registration was registered as Ye Sixheng's adopted son, Yong'an's "brother" still made Master Lu feel uncomfortable all over.

Out of sight, out of mind, Master Lu simply turned around and left, hiding directly to find dinner.

Wang Zeran was in the crowd at the moment, so it was hard for him to talk to him. Let's wait until we get back in the evening to find a chance to talk.

When Master Lu came back again in the evening, many people in the camp were lying on the ground, but the adults and children of the Ye family had not rested yet.

Master Lu moved his eyes slightly and accurately captured Wang Zeran's figure.

But, what was Wang Zeran doing? Master Lu rubbed his eyes.

He was reading, Wang Zeran was reading, and Wang Zeran was reading aloud to a book with Suxue leaning against the light of a fire in the wild field where the north wind was blowing.

Master Lu opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, unable to take it back.

Doesn't Wang Zeran not like reading? Even when his father served him with a stick, he refused to read a sentence aloud. He was really forced to be anxious and could only use a few strokes of a pen to complete the task.

But now, Wang Zeran, who is among a group of mud-legged people, is actually studying?

Master Lu opened his eyes and looked carefully. There was no trace of reluctance on Wang Zeran's face. What he saw was all seriousness and devotion. He occasionally pointed at the book and discussed a few words with Suxue next to him.

Although the sound of reading loudly was not loud, it really reached Master Lu's ears.

Master Lu felt that his visit today was not in vain. Although he had not convinced Wang Zeran to return to Kyoto, he discovered that Wang Zeran no longer rejected studying.

After confirming this fact, Master Lu was almost overjoyed. Wang Zeran's study was not a trivial matter for the Wang family. He would write a letter to Kyoto as soon as he got back. He wanted to tell the Wang family's grandfather about this matter and let the old man not want it again.

I am worried about Wang Zeran’s study.

At this moment, Master Lu felt much more pleasing to his eyes when he looked at Si Sheng. It was not without some benefits for Wang Zeran to follow this scholar.

Sisheng, who was being muttered by Master Lu in his heart, couldn't help but sneeze into the fire. He rubbed his nose and said to the children around him: "That's it for today. You all pack up and go to bed."

Si Sheng turned to Wang Zeran and said: "Boy Wang, you are still a little stuttered when reading. You need to read it a few more times. You can read this article well before going to bed today."

Master Lu, who was hiding in the dark, nodded heavily in agreement. He was also a master and knew very well that a strict master produces a good disciple.

Master Lu looked at Wang Zeran carefully and saw that he calmly agreed: "Okay, uncle."

Master Lu breathed a small sigh of relief. Wang Zeran could still listen to Ye Xiucai's words.

But when Wang Zeran called him uncle, the belated Master Lu almost bit off his tongue. He calmed down and then slowly recalled, was Wang Zeran calling him uncle or foster father just now?

No matter what his name is, this matter must be carefully considered. Not just anyone can recognize a relative of the Wang family.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Zeran finally read the article and was allowed to sleep, but Master Lu's heart suffered another heavy blow.

Ge Shi, who was at the stove, heard Wang Zeran stop reading, so he raised his voice and shouted: "Wang, come on, this pot of water is just ready to boil."

Boy Wang's name is Wang Zeran, right? Master Lu was just thinking about this name when he saw Wang Zeran carrying the wooden basin and running to the stove.

Master Lu sighed with some distress. There was no one around to serve Ze'er now. He had to fetch water and carry a basin to wash his hands and feet.

But before the idea came to fruition, he saw Wang Zeran put water at Yongan's feet, and started washing his hands and face with a handkerchief.

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