Matchmaker Wang stopped coming, and there was no hope of the reward of one hundred taels offered by the Zeng family. The Zhan family could not sleep well that night.
Mrs. Zhan closed her eyes and thought about it. The money at home is tight. The Chinese New Year will be coming in two months, and money will be spent inside and outside. "Old man, the money handed over by the big house is getting less and less."
Mrs. Zhan frowned and was very dissatisfied with Da Fang and his wife, "I could have paid three to five hundred cents a month."
Old man Zhan was about to fall asleep. After being woken up, he replied vaguely, "Xiaoyu is good at reading and uses a lot of pen and ink. There are many happy events at the end of the year and the beginning of the year. The third child and I will take over a few more."
The eldest grandson's daughter is promising, and old man Zhan will also have face when he goes out. The person hosting the banquet wants to see a good omen and is more willing to find old man Zhan to cook.
"How about I ask someone to go to Landlord Zhu's house to ask?" Old Mrs. Zhan was thinking about the one hundred taels of engagement money that matchmaker Wang had mentioned. If the marriage was successful, she would be able to save one hundred taels of silver as a gift from three festivals a year.
A lot of money.
Old man Zhan turned over and snored and fell asleep. Old lady Zhan didn't care. She knew in her heart that there were other families besides Zhu Landlord. Xiaoyu was good at studying and good-looking. No matter whose family the money was assigned to, it would not matter.
There will be less.
The second wife, Mrs. Yao, became more and more unwilling to accept it as she thought about it. Her face twisted with jealousy, "I have to make new clothes for Da Lang every year, but yesterday I mentioned it to my mother, and she scolded me!"
Thinking of the mean and fierce look of Mrs. Zhan, little Yao beat the edge of the bed bitterly, "It's all the fault of that bitch. Old Zhan's family is also strange. The grandson who supports the family doesn't care, and the money is tied to a loser."
flower."
After giving birth to the eldest grandson of the old Zhan family, little Yao's waist was straight and straight. When the scholar's gown was worn on Da Lang, little Yao seemed to see Da Lang Zhan majestic and dignified as a high official.
Zhan Laoer glanced at the noisy little Yao with disgust. He would make noisy noises all day long.
However, the matter of the lame beggar still made Zhan Laoer uneasy. The smiling face of Zhan Feiyu came to mind. Zhan Laoer's face was a bit cruel. He couldn't keep this bitch! The more he paid attention to it, the more panic he became.
On the other side, Zhan Laosan rolled up the quilt and planned to sleep, "Shut up, are you still studying? Is Niuniu half as smart as Xiaoyu? You don't even know what kind of brain you have, I will only count on Xiaoyu as my niece from now on.
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"I..." Mrs. Ma curled her lips unwillingly, unwilling to admit that she was not smart, but both her mother's family and her husband's family agreed that she was stupid.
"That's right, Xiaoyu calls me aunt. When Xiaoyu becomes successful in the future, I, as the aunt, will also be able to benefit from it." After thinking about it, Ma became happy again, he smiled, closed his eyes and continued to dream about getting rich.
The oil lamp was still on in the big room, and Zhan Feiyu put down the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand. After grinding it, he picked up a pen and started copying. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Copying can not only deepen your memory, but also practice calligraphy.
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As soon as midnight arrived, Zhan Feiyu blew out the oil lamp and went to bed. He went through what he had learned during the day in his mind, and couldn't help but think of Zhu Landlord's house.
She originally planned to use the financial resources of the Zhu family to study and get a degree in the future. As long as Zhu Peng did not commit any crime, Zhan Feiyu would definitely protect her, which could be regarded as repaying her kindness.
But Zhu Kun's move today made Zhan Feiyu know that this road was unreachable, and he might even become enemies with the Zhu family.
With Zhu Kun's insidiousness and Zhu Landlord's scheming, in order to prevent his future revenge, the Zhu family might cut off his education path and prevent him from studying for the imperial examination. He would just be a country girl, at the mercy of the Zhu family.
Zhan Feiyu let out a long sigh. She trusted Master Lin, but with Master Lin's gentlemanly rules, there was absolutely no chance of winning against the Zhu family, and he might even be harmed by Master Lin.
Magistrate Chen was also excluded by Zhan Feiyu. Although she didn't know why Magistrate Chen came to Zhan's house to preside over the competition between three children that day, it was definitely not because of talent. If she, a seven-year-old schoolboy, was involved in a power struggle,
, I am afraid that I don’t even know how I died.
A handsome young face appeared in Zhan Feiyu's mind, but when he thought of Yin Wuyan's cold and murderous eyes, Zhan Feiyu trembled and became scared.
Although they met several times, the man with the jade face is already dead, and this man has probably left Shangsi County. To forge iron, you need to be strong! Zhan Feiyu closed his eyes and went to sleep after building himself up.
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"The sky is against the earth, the rain is against the wind. The continent is against the sky. The mountain flowers are against the sea trees, and the red sun is against the sky... In October, the rustling frost on the fortress scares the garrison; on the river in the middle of winter, there are endless snow and cold fishermen..."
Zhan Dalang, a group of schoolboys and monks who had taken the county examination, were reciting sutras as if they were chanting, with their heads hanging down one by one, showing no interest in composing poetry.
Zhan Feiyu straightened her small body, and her crisp voice was clear and sweet. She didn't believe that reading a hundred times would make sense, but when it came to writing poems, Zhan Feiyu firmly believed that if she had read three hundred Tang poems by heart, she would be able to recite them even if she didn't know how to recite them.