"Grandpa Muramasa, five hundred taels of silver is really too much." Zhan Feiyu sighed helplessly, and his shoulders slumped as if he couldn't bear it.
After a long while, Zhan Feiyu said again: "The twenty taels of silver commended by Mr. Chen is enough for the cost of the medicine. In the future, I will work hard to copy books and give my second uncle 500 taels of silver every month. After ten years, I will replenish the supply again."
Second uncle, one hundred taels of silver."
"No, your family is not divided, so why do you need to pay for it?" Muramasa flatly refused. The second housemate was greedy, but Xiaoyu was a good person.
The old clan leader nodded in agreement, looked at Zhan Feiyu, who was only a little taller than the table, and said happily: "As long as you study hard, our old bones are still alive, and Zhan Lao Er's affairs are between the village and the clan.
Call the shots.”
Although Zhan Laoer can't do heavy work, he can still do light work. He won't starve to death. At most, his life will be more difficult.
Besides, the elder is already in his teens, has no talent in studying and loves to be lazy. He will be getting married in a few years, and as the eldest son, the elder should also shoulder the burden of the second wife.
"Seventh uncle, why don't the village and clan find an easier job for the second brother, and then give the second brother two hundred cents a month." Muramasa gave the suggestion after thinking about it for a while.
After all, I still don't want the second room to cause trouble and end up dragging down Zhan Feiyu, a good young boy who can read.
The old patriarch took a sip of tea from the coarse porcelain cup and considered it with half-squinted eyes.
Although the subsidy of two hundred yuan is not much, it is inappropriate. If something happens to other families in the future, will the village clan have to get the money? But if they don't agree, then why can Laoer Zhan do it?
After a while, the old patriarch thought about taking the exam and asked with a smile: "Xiaoyu, do you think it is feasible?"
Looking at the old patriarch with a loving face but shrewd and wise eyes, Zhan Feiyu did not hide his clumsiness and replied crisply: "As the saying goes, you don't worry about the scarcity but the inequality. Most of the people in the village are poor. If an example is set, others will
They will all ask the villagers and clans for subsidies.”
Thinking of those aunts and daughters-in-law who would quarrel for three days and three nights over a vegetable, Muramasa couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I thought it was simple, Xiaoyu is indeed a scholar, haha, old patriarch, our Zhan clan has a successor!"
"
Touching his beard, the old patriarch looked at the clear-eyed Zhan Feiyu with admiration. For a moment, the old patriarch regretted that this was a girl. But then he thought about it, it was God's love that the Zhan family had such a prodigy, and it would be too much to force it.
Not greedy enough.
"Instead of subsidizing the second brother Zhan, why don't we let the village clan support Xiaoyu to study? If others are not convinced, as long as they have Xiaoyu's talent for studying, the village clan will support them to study for the imperial examination!" the old patriarch said with a smile.
The solution was also selfish, wanting Zhan Feiyu to get closer to the clan.
The subsidy to Zhan Laoer is two hundred cents a month, which is just over twenty taels a year. It can be used by a scholar, but it is not a small amount. To participate in the county examination and ask a local student to be a surety bond, it will cost one tael, let alone daily life.
The money for pens, ink, paper, inkstones and books is at least ten taels of silver a year, not counting the fees for private school.
In fact, the old patriarch wanted to adopt Zhan Feiyu, so that he and his family would become relatives. Not only would he be less burdened in the future, but he would also be closer to the clan. However, this is not easy to do. After all, it will break the bones.
Stretched family.
Zhan Feiyu stood up straight and said solemnly: "Great Grandfather, I will bear in mind the kindness that my clan has shown me. I and the Zhan clan will both prosper and suffer!"
"Okay!" The old patriarch laughed loudly, "The Zhan clan has such a good son, why worry about not being prosperous!"
Feeling a little guilty after being praised, Zhan Feiyu grinned. In fact, she also wanted to go out and end it completely, but she hadn't reached this step yet, but she couldn't mention it, otherwise it would only appear cold-blooded.
"Grandpa, something happened!"
Outside the door, the grandson of the old patriarch shouted at the top of his voice, entered the house in a few steps, and said breathlessly: "Grandpa, I don't know who destroyed the third uncle's house!"
"What?" The old patriarch and Muramasa appeared at the same time, looking at Zhan Feiyu with both eyes.
Uh... Zhan Feiyu shook his head innocently, "It has nothing to do with me!"
When the old patriarch and village chief arrived at Zhan's house, the yard was already full of people. Different from the four or five ruffians brought by Liu Wangcai last time, this time there were more than twenty people, all tall and strong men.
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"The Muramasa and the old patriarch are here." Someone shouted, and the people gathered in the yard made way.
"You are bullying people! God, please open your eyes..." Little Yao, with her hair disheveled, sat on the ground and slapped her legs, crying, "Why did you only smash up our second bedroom? You bully honest people!"
Liu Wangcai followed Zhu Kun's instructions to cause trouble last time, but he also had a small thought in mind. Zhan Feiyu was good at studying, who knows what will happen in the future, so he went to the second room when he smashed it.
This time, the strong men went straight to Zhan Laoer with a clear purpose. The furniture that had been repaired and still usable after being smashed last time "died" this time.
Not only that, the clothes and quilts in the second room were also scattered on the floor. After you stepped on them, the whole second room was in a mess. The door was shaky and the windows had two holes.
"Grandpa, I'm afraid." Zhan Sanlang cried so hard that his face was covered with snot and tears, and he grabbed the corner of old man Zhan's clothes in fear.
Zhan Dalang was reading a storybook in the study. Seeing that the situation was not good, he locked the wooden door and hid in the study. It was not until Zhan Feiyu and the others came that he secretly opened a crack and looked outside.
"You damn girl, you are going to harm our old Zhan family and destroy it!" Mrs. Zhan was taking care of the pale second son Zhan who was slumped on the chair. When she saw Zhan Feiyu, Mrs. Zhan yelled and scolded her.
He stared at Zhan Feiyu with vicious eyes, wishing he could kill him.
"I'm not alive anymore!" The wailing little Yao screamed sharply when he saw this, stumbled up from the ground, and pounced on Zhan Feiyu with his teeth and claws bared.
"I beat you to death for being such a scourge. It's not enough that your second uncle was almost killed. I also brought bad guys into the house! You're such a wolf-hearted little beast, you're going to die a good death!" Little Yao glanced at the messy house.
The house cried even more sadly, this is all money.
"Xiaoyu, what did you do in the county today?" Boss Zhan threw away Li's hand and asked Zhan Feiyu angrily.
He had just gone fishing in the small river behind the village to replenish Zhan Laoer's health. When he heard the news and rushed back, he found that the beating was over.
Staggering after being thrown away, Li stood up and stepped forward angrily, blocking Zhan Feiyu in front of him, glaring at Boss Zhan who was about to make a move, "Are there any fathers like you? Just blame someone when you don't understand everything.
Little fish!”
The villagers standing in the yard looked at each other in confusion. At first, they really thought it was the Zhan Feiyu that was causing the trouble. After all, everyone was just digging in the ground and had no ability to cause trouble.
With Mrs. Li behind her, Zhan Feiyu held her hand and shook it, then raised his head and looked at Boss Zhan with an angry face, "Dad, I went to Wenxing Study today to buy paper and an inkstone and then returned to the village.
, this matter has nothing to do with me."
"Bah, if you say it has nothing to do with it, it has nothing to do with it. You didn't provoke it. How did these people come?" Little Yao cursed fiercely as she jumped so high. If the two aunts hadn't grabbed her arms, she would have been here earlier.
So he pounced on Zhan Feiyu and started fighting.
"Okay, stop arguing!" Muramasa scolded with a frown, then looked at the leader of the old man, "I am the village leader of Jinlin Village, who are you?"
The man was in his fifties and had a goatee. He was different from the rough men in the village. Instead, he was wearing a dark gray gown, with his nostrils turned upward and his chin held high.
Butler Zeng cast a sidelong glance at Cun Zheng and snorted arrogantly, "Cun Zheng came just in time. Mr. Zhan and other gangsters killed my wife and almost killed our unborn young master. Not to mention the damage.
Tomorrow I will lead the police to send Zhan Laoer, the murderer, to prison!"