Su Xueyan was obviously frightened by her elder sister's furious state and was about to burst into tears. Yang took her into the house and comforted her. However, before entering the house, she gave Su Guangfu a look, asking him to watch and remember to stop anything if anything happened.
Su Guangfu said nothing, just nodded. He and the Yang family had been married for over ten years, so they had this tacit understanding.
"I'm not wrong! There are many senior students in the school. We are scholars. We will become scholars and officials in the future. We are different from those poor people..."
"Bullshit!" Su Qingluan was so angry that her vision went black. "What do you mean by 'poor people'?! The father and mother who gave birth to you and raised you are just 'poor people' who work hard every day farming and running a stall. Are you looking down on them?!"
Obviously, for Su Xuanhe, a seven-year-old child who has only been in school for one or two months, his thinking is still not rigorous and comprehensive.
So he obviously did not expect that when he was feeling proud of being a "superior scholar", his peasant parents who worked hard on the land, and his elder sister who was eager to make money every day for the family's livelihood, had been unconsciously relegated to the ranks of "inferior poor people" by him.
"I...I didn't..." Su Xuanhe felt a little guilty, "People in our family are naturally different..."
"What's different?! Didn't Mom and Dad always toil in the fields? Didn't your sister also start earning money bit by bit from the very beginning?! How is this different from what you call 'poor people'?"
Su Xuanhe blinked, no longer stiffening his neck, and forgot about his grievances. He seemed to be trying to figure out what Su Qingluan said.
Seeing that her brother no longer talked back, Su Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief and her tone slowed down a little:
"What do your arrogant brothers have to be proud of? What they wear, what they use, and what they eat are all provided by the 'poor people'. Without weavers to spin thread and weave cloth, without farmers to grow crops and fruits, without artisans to make pens, inkstones, paper, and inkstones, what do they eat, wear, and use?"
Su Qingluan tugged at her sleeves. "They all need food, clothing, and daily expenses. What right do I have to look down on them? Even if they become officials, they're still corrupt, dirty, and worthless!"
"Daya!" Su Guangfu heard that Su Qingluan's words were becoming more and more worrying, so he quickly interrupted her.
Su Qingluan took a deep breath. She was so angry that she had lost her temper and had said something without restraint. She looked around and saw that there were no villagers passing by the yard.
Su Qingluan looked at Liu Yunniang. Liu Yunniang also knew that Su Qingluan’s last one or two words could not be said casually, so she shook her head slightly, indicating that she would not tell anyone.
Su Qingluan glared at Su Xuanhe: "Do you know you are wrong?"
At this time, Su Xuanhe's little round head also drooped, like a defeated little rooster. "I know I was wrong, and what my brothers said was also wrong." After thinking for a while, Su Xuanhe suddenly raised his head and asked carefully, "Then can I tell my brothers what my sister said?"
...You kid, are you dissatisfied with the fact that our family lives too peacefully? Su Qingluan thought speechlessly.
Of course, she couldn't tell Su Xuanhe the reason, and Su Xuanhe might not understand. So Su Qingluan changed her reason and persuaded him: "I scolded you because I am your sister and you are willing to listen to me; but they are all your senior brothers, so why should you scold them?"
"But 'there is a sequence in learning, and everyone has their own specialization'. Master Zhou said that we should 'not be ashamed to ask questions from those who are inferior to us'?" Su Xuanhe was very confused.
He's still a simple-minded child, and whatever he says is what he means... Su Qingluan sighed, and her anger level dropped significantly. "The premise of 'not being ashamed to ask questions' is that the other party is willing to ask, right? If the other party didn't ask you, and you, as a junior, refuted your senior brother, I'm afraid it would be unpleasant."
Su Xuanhe nodded and said again: "Sister, I know I was wrong, please don't be angry..."
"What's wrong?" Su Qingluan was unmoved by her brother's cute and pitiful behavior.
"I shouldn't look down on farmers and craftsmen. They grow food, make pens, inkstones, and paper for me, and there are also weavers and other workers..."
Although Su Xuanhe's words were not very clear and a little disorganized, it was still very rare for a seven-year-old child.
Seeing that her brother truly knew where he had gone wrong, rather than being unconvinced or trying to justify it, Su Qingluan nodded and said, "Since you know where you went wrong, go to the wall at the base and reflect on it until dinner is served."
Su Xuanhe had no objection and just sat facing the wall and thought about it.
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