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Chapter 016

"Brother and sister, I see that your complexion is much sallower." In the vegetable field, little Yao put down the bamboo basket and sighed, "There has been no meat at home for more than a month, and Xiaoyu spent ten taels of silver to go to private school. In the past, my eldest brother and sister-in-law could still give my mother three or four hundred cents a month, but now they have lost even a cent."

"Mom is getting more and more stingy, and she can't even cook egg drop soup!" When Ma thought about Mrs. Zhan's stinginess, she became very angry. She was greedy and would occasionally eat some of Niu Niu's snacks for Erlang. mouth.

Idiot! Little Mrs. Yao looked at the unabashed Mr. Ma with disdain. If he said this to his mother, the custodian would put a mark on this idiot.

Little Yao concealed the calculation in his eyes and lowered his voice: "My eldest brother and sister-in-law's private money has been spent on pens, ink, paper and inkstones. I may not be able to use it when Erlang Shu Xiu's family comes home in September next year."

"Why!" Ma's family was lit up like a firecracker and yelled at the top of his voice, "We agreed to let Erlang go to a private school next year. If my parents are partial, the third child and I will not agree!"

Although Mrs. Ma doesn't like her cunning second sister-in-law and is closer to her elder sister-in-law Mrs. Li, the relationship between her sisters-in-law is just a matter of face. Little Yao will instigate this, and Mrs. Ma's face is full of anger. She thinks that even the sesame oil in the dishes at home is... Reluctant to let go, he couldn't help but feel resentment towards Zhan Feiyu who was enrolled in school.

"Just because my parents prefer the big house now, my eldest son has to step aside. Just watch, younger brothers and sisters. If we can't get any money next year, our second son will have no hope of going to a private school." Little Yao tsked twice and looked at him sympathetically. The furious Ma said, "It's a pity that Erlang has such a smart mind."

"I'm going to ask my mother for an explanation!" Mrs. Ma stopped picking vegetables, turned around and hurried home, completely unaware of the proud expression of Mrs. Yao behind her.

At noon, the people working in the fields had not returned yet.

The Zhan family spent a lot of money during this period, so old man Zhan forced the idle third son Zhan to work together. He planned to open two more acres of wasteland and plant some vegetables before winter, and some sweet potatoes next year.

As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a strong smell of oil. Looking at a few chopsticks of scrambled eggs on the plate, and looking at Ma, Zhan Erlang, Sanlang and Niu Niu who were all eating oil, Mrs. Zhan felt her eyes darken.

"Milk?" Zhan Erlang looked at Old Mrs. Zhan with a dark complexion and turned around to walk to the kitchen in fear.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Sanlang threw away his chopsticks and slipped out. Niu Niu didn't know she was afraid and was still cheerful.

Ma wiped her mouth, rubbed her neck and muttered, "I've eaten everything!" But what he said sounded like a guilty conscience.

"I'll beat you to death, you prodigal!" A sharp curse suddenly rang out. When she saw that all the eight eggs placed in the jar had been destroyed, Mrs. Zhan grabbed the bamboo broom and rushed back.

"Mom, what are you doing... don't hit..." Ma screamed miserably, but the broom in Mrs. Zhan's hand was still knocked down.

When old man Zhan came back with his hoe and his third son, little Yao also led Sanlang back from the vegetable field.

"Third brother, I'm not alive anymore!" In the yard, when Ma saw her man back, she cried and rushed towards him.

"Ho!" As soon as Mr. Zhan entered the yard, he saw a crazy woman with disheveled hair rushing towards her. Her face was covered with slender blood marks, and her face was smeared with snot and tears. Coupled with the shrill crying sound, Zhan The third child almost kicked him.

"Dad!" Zhan Niuniu was only three years old. She was scared before, but now her face was full of snot and tears.

Zhan Laosan avoided the sloppy Ma family in disgust and glanced at the messy main room, "Did you get into a fight with someone?"

"Third brother, I can't survive this life. I want to separate the family, separate the family!" Ma's hoarse voice howled, "I just fried a few eggs, and Erlang, Sanlang and Niuniu all ate them too, mother."

Just beat me like this, you are trying to force me to death!"

Old Man Zhan frowned and scolded angrily, "Shut up, your mother and I are not dead yet, so what kind of family do we have?"

"If you want to divide the family, I won't separate the family anyway!" Zhan Laosan rolled his eyes at the arrogant Ma family and added angrily, "I've been tired in the fields all morning, and you don't know how to leave any room for me when you eat scrambled eggs.

Come on, you’ll have to eat your shit after we separate the family!”

Being blocked by Zhan Laosan, he almost died of anger. Ma was so angry that he shouted, "If Xiaoyu hadn't gone to a private school, my eldest brother could still pay two to three hundred cents a month, and the family would be able to eat in five days."

Egg drop soup, I haven’t had meat for almost two months now!”

Boss Zhan was stunned. He didn't expect that his sister-in-law's resentment was directed at him.

"That's right, third child, don't blame your siblings. Don't say that the adults can't bear it. The children in the family have also lost weight. They are not all poor." Little Yao touched Sanlang's head and sighed.

"In order to hide and earn some money, your second brother didn't even want to eat steamed buns at noon. He drank water to fill his stomach. After all, next year Erlang will go to a private school, and it will be ten taels of silver to study. The three children in the family will be thirty taels a year.

silver!"

Thirty taels of silver! Several men of the Zhan family in the yard were silent. The second son of Zhan earned the most by pulling the oxcart and delivering goods. When business was good, he only made one tael of silver a month without eating or drinking.

I only saved twelve taels.

Old man Zhan took his third son as a cook to host banquets, and when he was old enough, he could save five or six taels. The Zhan family's children relied on the money saved over the years to study and study. But when they could not make ends meet, this

Even a little money can't last a few years.

Zhan Feiyu, who was having lunch at the private school, had no idea what was going on in the Zhan family.

In the study, Mrs. Lin used her lunch break to look through the five large characters handed over by Zhan Feiyu. Her writing skills were immature and lacked any character, but for a beginner who had held the pen for a month, every character was written so neatly.

You can see Zhan Feiyu’s hard work.

"Yan Qin's stele is the essence of regular script, but it's not easy for beginners. Why not practice more pagoda stele, ten times a day, can you do it?" Master Lin handed over the copybook on the desk.

Zhan Feiyu took it respectfully and nodded heavily, "I can do it."

Even with the praise from the county magistrate, Zhan Feiyu knew that studying was not easy, especially since he was a girl, and his second aunt was always in a bad mood, and he didn't know when something would happen.


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