Sure enough, the village head came to the door.
Fu Ciyi led the village head to the main hall.
After Yan Funing's reminder, Wan Niang finally came to her senses and let Fu Nanyao support her as she went to the main hall.
Yan Funing's abdominal pain was relieved, so they went together.
The village head said embarrassedly, "Master, some families don't want their children to study, saying that it will deprive them of a labor force."
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "Children aged nine or ten only started learning to read last year, so they are already very late in their studies. If they don't go to the village school when school starts, I think they will completely abandon their studies."
Yan Funing asked, "How many people are willing to go to school now?"
The village head sighed, "It's only half of what it was last year. It's mainly because the Hu family is stirring up trouble. They'd rather believe the Hu family than you, since you only moved back a short time ago."
After the Hu family said this, almost every household started talking about Fu Wanniang's family.
The same is true for several nearby villages.
The head of the village explained the situation in detail.
Yan Funing complained in her heart that the Hu family was really quick to gossip. Just yesterday, the head of the village came to invite Fu Ciyi to be the teacher, and today someone was avoiding Bei Mo.
No wonder they were unaware.
The main reason is that they hardly ever go out.
If Bei Mo didn't go out to play, the village head would probably have to come to know.
Although the time difference is not much.
After explaining the situation, the village head asked, after pondering the question several times in his mind, "Master, are you still willing to teach in such a situation?"
Fu Ciyi said, "Go."
When the village head came, he had been worried that the situation might change and he would not want to go. Now, when he heard that he was willing, he said happily, "That's great!"
"It's just..." He quickly changed the subject, "It's just that there are fewer students now, so the tuition has to be reduced. The number of students is half of what it used to be, so the tuition can only be reduced by half."
This is where things get even more awkward.
Fu Nanyao interrupted: "What should we do?"
Yan Funing said to Fu Ciyi, "Why don't you just not go?"
It's like doing the same job but with half the salary.
He could earn two and a half taels of silver by copying five books.
Nowadays, people don’t want to go to school, so it’s better not to teach.
It would be better to save the time to prepare for the imperial examination!
Fu Ciyi was indifferent for a moment. The average frugal family in the village would only spend two or three taels of silver throughout the year.
But for him, spending two and a half taels of silver to be a teacher was really not worth his time.
However, he had already promised, so he asked the village head, "Is there any way to ensure that all the students can return to the village school smoothly?"
The village head was also in a dilemma: "Asking the Hu family to explain, they definitely won't be willing to do so."
"They wish my brother would lose his chance to be a teacher," Fu Nanyao said angrily. "How could such a villain, who had done evil before, go and slap himself in the face?"
Yan Funing thought for a moment and asked the village head, "Is there anyone in the village planning a wedding?"
The Chinese New Year has passed, so there is no need to write the Chinese character for "Fu" in the couplets for the New Year.
But families who are planning to have a wedding need a big red wedding character.
The village head nodded hurriedly: "Yes, there are indeed some. The latest one is at the end of the first month. In the next few months, there will be several families holding weddings."
Wan Niang asked, "Fu Ning, what do you mean?"
Yan Funing pressed her abdomen, which was beginning to ache again, and smiled as she said, "My husband's handwriting is very beautiful. We can set up a stall in the village and write double happiness characters and wedding couplets. It would cost a lot of money to hire someone to write these. Now that we can do it for free, I think people will come. This way, firstly, it will benefit the villagers, and secondly, it will let everyone know that my husband has beautiful handwriting and is qualified to be a teacher."
Fu Ciyi noticed her subtle movements and guessed that she was probably having abdominal pain again.
He placed his big hands under the table, opened and clenched them again, and didn't dare to help her rub them.
Will he be considered a lecher?
The village head patted the table happily. "After all, it's Master's wife. You're really smart! You need a large brush to write the double happiness character. Does Master have one here?"
Fu Ciyi shook his head.
The village head stood up and said, "Then I'll go to the village school to get some ink and brushes. I'll set up the stall in half an hour. Please come over then, Master!"
"Okay, thank you."
Fu Ciyi raised his hand and escorted the headman out the door.
Yan Funing immediately returned to her room and found the hot water bottle was cold.
Just as she was about to take off the cotton cover to refill the bottle with water, Fu Ciyi snatched it away.
"Just stay here, I'll go get the water."
The water in the kitchen needs to be heated up again so that it can be poured into the hot water bottle to make it hotter.
Yan Funing did not refuse and thanked him softly: "Thank you very much!"
It wasn't that she spoke in a soft voice on purpose, it was because she was having a stomachache.
This made Fu Ciyi tighten his grip on the hot water bottle.
Tsk, sometimes, he really couldn't stand listening to her talk.
For no reason, he felt inexplicably depressed.
Yan Funing sat on the edge of the bed, leaned against the headboard, covered her stomach with the corner of the quilt, closed her eyes and rested.
A cup of tea later, Fu Ciyi came back.
Seeing her eyes closed and her breathing shallow, he thought she was asleep, so he leaned over and gently lifted the corner of the quilt covering her belly, intending to put the hot water bottle on it.
Unexpectedly, she opened her eyes suddenly and slapped the back of his hand with her little hand.
Their hands were folded together, her hand covering the back of his hand, soft and tender.
The comparison makes her hands look smaller and his hands look bigger.
It was so big that it seemed as if she could be easily held in the palm of her hand.
Both of them were stunned.
When their eyes met, their faces were only half a foot apart.
Their breathing seemed to be intertwined, and Yan Funing was so frightened that she immediately retracted her hand.
His hands are so hot.
Fu Ciyi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he calmly turned his eyes away, placing the hot water bottle on her belly, trying his best not to touch her dress with his fingertips.
"Take a break."
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