Although the price isn't cheap, it's the most reasonable. The learning atmosphere is also quite good, with many students inside reading intently, swaying their heads as they read.
"Maybe I should just learn it on my own," Xu Mo said, still conflicted.
Jiang Sheng ignored him, grabbed the copper coins in her arms, and ran to the small hut where the school fees were paid.
Based on the ratio of one tael of silver to one thousand copper coins, she took out a handful of copper coins and counted them carefully.
“…Nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand.” The little girl pushed a large pile of copper coins over, and her originally bulging purse suddenly became empty.
The teacher in charge of collecting the money was taken aback. Although this was the cheapest school, most families would bring one or two taels of silver to pay the fees. It was rare to see someone carrying such a large pile of copper coins.
But when he saw the children wearing worn-out shoes and ill-fitting cotton-padded jackets, he suddenly realized what was going on.
Another example of a poor student, whose entire family's resources are used to support him.
"Name, place of origin." The teacher picked up his pen to record.
Jiang Sheng stood on tiptoe and said, "Xu Mo is from Shili Town, Xieyang County, Anshui Prefecture, Dayu Dynasty. He is eleven years old this year."
I never expected that my older brother was actually from this town.
Xu Mo, standing behind him, sighed. He wasn't originally from this place, but his parents had registered his household in Shili Town before they passed away to protect him. It turned out that the registration had actually come in handy.
On the other side, Jiang Sheng was still trying to get closer to him, "Brother Teacher, has our school produced any scholars in the past few years?"
In Xiao Jiangsheng's mind, a scholar was already a very important official.
The teacher smiled proudly, "We've produced not only scholars, but also graduates of the provincial level. Although our school fees are low, that was set by the founder to benefit students from poor families. It doesn't mean our school's teaching is bad."
As he spoke, he cut the copied paper in two, pressed his fingerprint on it, signifying that this year's tuition had been collected.
Jiang Sheng accepted it with a smile, tucked it into her bosom, and felt completely satisfied.
"Come to class tomorrow, and remember to prepare your writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone," the teacher instructed.
Jiang Sheng pecked at the rice like a chick, "Teacher, just wait, I'll definitely be here tomorrow."
What's done is done.
Xu Mo was still somewhat dazed when he left the school.
Jiang Sheng took him to a stationery store to buy paper and pens.
Xu Mo quickly stopped his sister, "No need, the ones I used to copy books were fine."
He could see clearly that his sister's purse was already mostly empty and couldn't be wasted on him anymore.
“But we still need to buy books,” Jiang Sheng said.
Xu Mo still refused, saying, "I can copy one myself."
He couldn't, and was too ashamed to, continue wasting the family's money.
Jiang Sheng couldn't persuade him otherwise, and thinking that she should leave some dignity for her older brother, she said, "Then let's buy some food and drinks to take back, and see what else we can sell."
The market for cotton-padded jackets in Shili Town is almost saturated, and she has almost bought up all the stockpiled goods in the county. She needs to find another business to do.
Before they could come up with any new ways to make money, the donkey cart was passing by the county government office when it was startled by a bloody figure suddenly thrown out.
Several imposing yamen runners were arrogant and domineering, saying, "If you dare to beat the drum and appeal again, we'll break your legs."
As he spoke, he provocatively looked around.
These constables looked familiar; they seemed to be the same ones who had dragged the doctor and his wife away.
Wen Zhiyun's eyes immediately reddened, and she grabbed the small medicine box and was about to rush over, but Zheng Ruqian held her tightly.
Xu Mo turned his head to the side, about to cover his face with his sleeve, but then remembered that all the people who knew him were gone, so he silently lowered his sleeve.
Fang Heng pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes, while Chang Yan reached out and covered the lower half of his face below his nose.
Only Jiang Sheng stared wide-eyed as the blood-soaked figure raised its head, revealing a familiar face.
It was Zhang Qiquan, the eldest son of the Zhang family, who had stolen her cotton-padded jacket business!
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