Three years later.

At the market, all kinds of seasonal vegetables are on display, and various calls are heard everywhere, trying to retain customers who come to buy vegetables.

"Buy some! Three cents a bunch isn't expensive. If you buy them from other places, they'll cost you four cents."

The vegetable vendor selling beans stopped the mother-in-law who was about to leave and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his tone was obviously a little guilty.

The old woman glanced at the beans, pulled the vendor's hand away, and spoke pointedly:

"Only three cents a bunch! Don't think I don't know you've been selling beans for two or three days. They're not edible. Even pigs wouldn't eat them. Do some good deeds to accumulate merit."

The vegetable vendor was speechless and could only watch the old woman walk to the stall next to him.

"Look at our cabbages. They're fresh from the fields. They're so fresh and absolutely sweet."

"And the price is not expensive, two cents a plant, you can pick any one you want."

When the mother-in-law heard this, she bent down and started to choose carefully.

"Did you go and see the results of the college entrance examination?"

"Why bother? I'm not taking the exam. If I have the free time, I might as well sell the eggs at home and make some money to supplement the family income."

The egg seller was looking at his eggs with worry. He finally waited for someone to stop in front of his stall, but he turned out to ask these boring questions. He spoke with a bit of resentment.

"You are really stupid." The man hated the egg seller for not being smart and could not help but remind him:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the second place in this college exam is Zhou Wenhuai, the son of the Zhou family."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"You're really clueless. With the Zhou family's financial resources, they'll definitely host a banquet and prepare delicious food and wine. Wouldn't that mean you can sell your eggs?"

"Even if the Zhou family doesn't host a banquet, they should at least buy some to nourish the young master of the Zhou family, right?"

The man was cracking melon seeds while talking, then he picked an egg from the basket and asked casually:

"By the way, how much are your eggs? How much is one?"

"Ten cents each, guaranteed to be good. If you find a bad one, bring it to me and I'll compensate you."

The egg vendor was still wondering whether this man's idea was feasible. When he heard him ask, he smiled and gestured with his fingers, thinking that he could finally make a sale.

"Well, since I gave you the idea..." Give me one?

"I can't give it to you. Forget it." Before he could finish, the egg vendor realized something was wrong and interrupted him. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said:

"At least eight cents."

The man didn't expect that his thoughts were guessed by the man in front of him. He laughed awkwardly and picked another egg from the basket.

"Give me two." He counted out sixteen coins from the pouch at his waist and handed them over.

The egg vendor looked at the two eggs in the man's hand and didn't say much. He quickly took the money, fearing that the man would go back on his word.

Meanwhile, a small teahouse in Rongping County was bustling with activity. Guests had come from far and wide, converging to chat and discuss seemingly endless topics.

"I never thought that the dandy boy back then could now top the list and pass the exam. He's really the envy of others." A middle-aged man slammed the table and said to the people at the same table:

"Comparing yourself to others is really frustrating. Why can't my child be as ambitious as them?"

"If my child can also pass the imperial examination, I will open a separate page of the family tree for him!"

"What a shame! He's been taking the exam for three years now, and it's still not his turn."

Hearing him say this, the people at the same table were also moved. They took a sip of tea and continued:

"The Zhou family has put a lot of thought into this over the years."

"Ever since the Zhou family's young master fell ill three years ago, he's become a completely different person since he woke up. He doesn't go out to play with his friends, but stays in his study day and night."

"The Zhou family really loves their child and hired several famous teachers for him. Only in these three years did he finally catch up on all the lessons he had missed."

"By the way, since you're speaking up for your child, have you hired some famous teachers to give him some good guidance?"

The person who slammed the table was embarrassed. He didn't expect to be dragged into this situation. His face turned red and he lost his momentum. He muttered softly:

"No, I don't have the spare money to hire a famous teacher. I can barely make any money all year round."

"Besides, it doesn't matter how much he studies. He won't pass the exam, so it will all be wasted. It's better to save the money for him to get married in the future."

Now the person who slammed the table changed to the person who had just analyzed whether Zhou Wenhuai could pass the exam to become a scholar.

"That's it. I was saying that if you could give your child the same resources, there's no way he wouldn't be able to pass the entrance exam. So you also know that it's because you don't have the money to hire a famous teacher."

His voice was not small and immediately attracted quite a few people.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time, but he did not restrain himself. He spoke again as if to persuade someone kindly:

"But brother, I must advise you."

"There's a huge difference between hiring a famous teacher and not hiring one. Just think about it, even the dandy young master of the Zhou family could become a talented person under the guidance of a famous teacher..."

"If you could afford a famous teacher to guide your child, would the results be different?"

After these words came out, the middle-aged man's face turned even redder. Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he couldn't help but retort:

"Rich people have their own teaching methods. Poor people like us naturally can't imitate them, and we don't have the same connections as the Zhou family to provide him."

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