Wang was used to living frugally.
Thinking about what Erzhu had taken away earlier, it was probably less than ten coins.
So, does that mean we still made a profit?
He immediately beamed with joy.
He gave an awkward laugh. "Dad, I promise I won't talk nonsense anymore?"
Uncle Chen was helpless.
The eldest son's wife is good in every way, except that she has a sharp tongue and is sometimes very talkative, which can be quite unsettling.
On the other side.
When Dazhu brought a bowl of meat to the old village head's house.
"How many?"
A sharp explosion came from the courtyard.
Chen Qingshan looked somewhat incredulous, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "Impossible, right? Do you think I don't know your father's academic level? Back in school, this kid slept through a year and a half of class? I reckon he probably doesn't even know as many characters as I do. I was ninth in school back then!"
Thinking about it, my face felt slightly flushed.
The village headman scolded, "There are only ten students in total, and you got ninth place and you still have the nerve to say that?"
Chen Qingshan gave an awkward smile.
Then, he said seriously to the crowd, "Alright, don't tell anyone else in the village about your dad making money, except for your great-grandfather's family. You can trust me on this matter."
Dazhu seemed to have thought of something and nodded repeatedly.
The old village headman quickly instructed, "Old woman, quickly bring a pound of cucumbers and a pound of peanuts from home and give them to Dazhu."
These days, meat is plentiful and expensive.
It's still cooked pork.
Emotions are something that give and take.
If you only give in and never give out, even the best feelings will be worn away.
Dazhu quickly waved his hand.
Chen Qingshan laughed and said, "Dazhu, if you don't take some, how can our family eat meat? I'll be too ashamed to face your father in the future. How could I possibly take advantage of your family?"
Dazhu nodded helplessly.
After he left.
Old Li was deep in thought and said, "From now on, you and Brother Xian should visit each other more often. I always feel that this kid is not quite the same as before. It's just that the status of scholars is more aloof now. In the past, a scholar who could make money would never have lived a muddled life. After making money, he would have moved to the county town sooner or later."
Chen Qingshan said helplessly, "Dad, you know that Xian and I have been good friends since we were little. But later he just stayed at home and slept all the time. He didn't do any farm work. He really didn't have the responsibility of being a father. How could I get involved with someone like that? I would be ashamed of him too."
"Who knows? There's an old saying that goes, 'A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold.' Maybe this is the kind of person the book is talking about."
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