The sky was getting dark. In contrast to the joy of the big family couple, Xiao Yao had a sullen face, slammed his chopsticks on the table, and cursed, "What time of the day is it? Why don't you wait for the day to set the meal before it gets dark?"
It doesn’t cost money to light an oil lamp!”
"The elders of the whole family are here, and you still have to wait for a girl to eat? You're not afraid of losing your life!" Little Yao cursed fiercely, his face twisted and ugly.
From the end of the competition to now, little Yao has been unhappy with everything in the big room for more than a month. But this time, no matter how she instigated her, Old Man Zhan and Old Mrs. Zhan were determined to let Zhan Feiyu enter school.
The peasant family didn't even dare to offend the Zaoyi yamen servant, let alone the county magistrate. Even if the Zhan family dared to disobey, the village chief, villagers and Mrs. Lin would still force the Zhan family to let Zhan Feiyu go to school.
Seeing little Yao being beaten and beaten, Mrs. Li knew that she was not happy, but compared to Xiaoyu being able to study in a private school, being scoffed at by her sister-in-law was nothing.
Mrs. Li said in a warm voice: "Mom and Dad, Master has left Xiaoyu here. Let's eat first. I'll just leave a nest for Xiaoyu."
"Well, let's set the food." Old man Zhan had just heard what Shan Wazi and the others said. His granddaughter had given Mr. Zhan some face. Old man Zhan was happy, "Leave two buns for Xiaoyu and some vegetables."
After hearing this, little Yao's face became angry and ferocious, his eyes blazing with fire. Just as he was about to speak, he was given a warning look by Zhan Laoer next to him.
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In the tenth month of Mengdong, the north wind lingers.
Zhan Feiyu hung his wrist, and the tip of his pen dipped in water left traces on the table.
Li Shixin looked at her daughter who was less than the height of the table and said distressedly: "Xiaoyu, it's time to sleep."
"Mom, I will write for a while." Zhan Feiyu did not raise his head, with a sullen face, looking intently at the quickly drying water stains on the table, recalling the brushing gestures taught by Master Lin, and then continued to use water instead of ink.
Calligraphy practice...
More than half an hour of practice resulted in sore wrists, and her forearms were shaking so much that she could hardly lift them up. Zhan Feiyu gritted her teeth and persisted. Her adult soul allowed her to be clever in reciting and explaining, but her words were different from those of ordinary Qi.
There is no difference between 19-year-old schoolchildren and they all have zero basic knowledge.
"Don't disturb Xiaoyu." Boss Zhan took Ms. Li back to her room, looked back at the pretty little girl, and muttered, "A loving mother often loses her son."
"I thought you didn't know how good studying is." Li sneered. It turned out that he also knew how good studying was, but he had wronged Xiaoyu and asked Erlang Sanlang to go to school.
Boss Zhan's dark face froze in embarrassment. It's because the family has no money.
Around Hai hour, everything was silent. Zhan Dalang slammed the wooden door of the study room and looked at the light in the room opposite, with anger and frustration on his face.
In just one month, Zhan Feiyu became the darling of the Lin family's private school. She was diligent, studious, intelligent and alert, and was worthy of being praised by the county magistrate as a child goddess.
Zhan Dalang, his cousin, was compared to the dust, especially the ridicule and ridicule of Zhu Peng and others. Zhan Dalang couldn't scold him or beat him, so this hatred will naturally be remembered by Zhan Feiyu.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, little Yao walked out with his clothes on. He stretched his head and glanced at the opposite side. His caring expression instantly turned to dissatisfaction, "Dalang, you went to bed so early? Xiaoyu is still studying."
"I'm so sleepy!" he roared angrily. Zhan Dalang pushed away Xiao Yao who was blocking the door. His face was full of impatience, "You talk about Xiaoyu every day, why didn't you say that Sanlang slept with a pig?
Same!"
Little Yao looked at Zhan Dalang who got angry and left in astonishment. He staggered after being pushed, and his fingernails hit the door frame and broke. The pain made little Yao come back to her senses. She was reluctant to blame her son, and she was also resentful.
Got the Zhanfei fish.
"What are you two arguing about? You are not letting anyone sleep at night!" In the bedroom, Zhan Laoer cursed dissatisfiedly. He was deep in thought and light sleeper. He had been woken up every now and then for more than a month. Zhan Laoer
His face became increasingly ugly.
Being pushed by his son and scolded by his husband, little Yao got angry. He returned to the bedroom in a few steps, sat down on the edge of the bed, and pushed Zhan's second son angrily.
"You said you wanted to find a way. It's been more than a month. How can you just watch that dead girl pressing down on our Da Lang! Da Lang's palms were swollen by Mrs. Lin the day before yesterday!"
Zhan Dalang was neither smart nor diligent. After having Zhan Feiyu as a little cousin for comparison, Master Lin was much harsher on Zhan Dalang. However, he could not bring himself to study hard, and his life in the private school was miserable.
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"Keep your voice down at night!" Zhan Laoer got up. Thinking of Zhan Fei's performance in the private school, Zhan Laoer's eyes became a little fierce in the darkness.
Originally, among the younger generations of the Zhan family, Dalang, the eldest grandson, was highly favored, but now Zhan Lao Er clearly felt the change in his parents' attitude. Zhan Feiyu was praised by Mrs. Lin, which earned face for the Zhan family and made the eldest son
Their status has improved a lot.
When little Yao thought about what those people in the village had praised Zhan Feiyu during this period, he couldn't help but look at Zhan Laoer with a complaint, "What will we do, Sanlang, if you don't think of anything else? Leave your grandson alone and let a loser go to school."
, Mom and dad are really old and confused! How can the county magistrate still control the affairs of our Lao Zhan family!"
"Shut up!" An angry scolding sounded, and Zhan Laoer covered little Yao's mouth with a fierce look in his eyes, "If you dare to say this outside, go back to your parents' home.
! The county magistrate dares to make trouble, so if you want to die, don’t involve me!"
Thinking of the majestic county magistrate back then, little Yao's face turned pale with jealousy, and he nodded tremblingly, but he did not dare to speak nonsense.
"Tomorrow you will talk to the third son's family. Next year Erlang will also be entering school, and the twelve bunches of cultivators will have to prepare." Zhan Laoer lay down again and closed his eyes to block the frightening chill in his eyes.
Zhan Feiyu didn't know about the second room's plan. She spent all her time reading and writing. An hour later, Zhan Feiyu put down her brush and rubbed her sore wrist.
After learning the calligraphy, Mr. Lin assigned a daily homework of five large characters, but the cheapest jute paper cost thirty cents a pound. Zhan Feiyu would take a pen dipped in water and copy on the table for an hour, waiting until dawn the next day.
Just write on paper.
"The way of a university is to be clear and virtuous, to be close to the people, and to strive for perfection..." Lying back on the bed, Zhan Feiyu began to recite "The Great Learning". Although the full text is only a little over two thousand words, it is the first of the four books and the foundation of Confucianism.
Introductory reading.
The sound of smooth recitation sounded in the middle of the night. Zhan Feiyu's schedule has been the same for more than a month. He slept at midnight and got up at midnight, really studying hard in the cold window.