Chapter 3486 Mr. Zhuang 1
Zhuang Dalang was pushed to the ground, and before he could get up, the book fell on his head. The corner of the book hit his forehead, causing a sharp pain.
He could only protect his head and face with his hands. After all the books were smashed, the other party finally felt a little relieved. He put down his hands to pick up his own books, but was stepped on by someone.
He raised his head, and couldn't help revealing anger in his eyes.
The other person saw his gaze and became excited. He crushed his book with his foot and said, "What? Are you angry? You want to hit me? Coward, do you have the guts?"
Seeing Zhuang Dalang avoiding his gaze, the other party suddenly became even more furious. He stepped on his hand and said with a nasty look, "Don't dare, that's right. You are just the son of a servant. What qualifications do you have to sit with me and study?"
Zhuang Dalang blushed slightly and retorted, "My father is not a servant, he is an aide!"
"You eat my food, drink my drinks, use my things, and serve and take care of my father. If you're not a servant, what are you?" The other person sneered and said, "Staff? That's just a nicer name. We're all servants!"
"You!" Zhuang Dalang's face turned red with anger. He pushed him and grabbed the book on the ground and ran away.
The man was pushed backwards by him, but fortunately he was caught by his companions. However, he was still furious and shouted, "Zhuang Dalang, you dare to hit me!"
Then he called out to his friends, shouting, "Catch him! I'll teach him a lesson today!"
Zhuang Dalang ran out of the school and went straight home without stopping.
But his home was in a corner of the backyard of the governor's mansion, so going home was equivalent to going back to the governor's mansion.
He glared at the governor's mansion with resentment, not understanding why his family had to stay in this damn place.
Mr. Zhuang turned the corner carrying a piece of meat and saw Zhuang Dalang standing not far from the door. He was slightly surprised. "Dalang? Why are you here when you're not studying at school?"
Zhuang Dalang looked back and saw his father. He could no longer suppress the grievance in his heart. He angrily threw the book at him and shouted, "I don't want to study anymore!"
Mr. Zhuang saw the wound on his forehead, but he was still angry when he saw him throwing the book like that, "How can you throw the book? Pick it up!"
Before, Zhuang Dalang might have picked it up out of fear of his father's authority, but now he was filled with resentment. He hated Du Yao for hitting him, hated himself, and hated his father even more. So he didn't pick it up. Instead, he yelled at him, "I said, I don't want to study anymore. I hate studying. I hate studying in the academy, and I hate Longzhou. I hate everything here."
After saying that, he turned and ran in the other direction.
Mr. Zhuang took two steps after him and picked up all the books scattered on the ground with a serious face.
He took the things home first, and then went out to look for Zhuang Dalang. However, he still couldn't find him until the evening, and no one knew where he had gone.
But he still knew what happened in the school, because Madam Du from the Governor's Mansion specifically sent the steward to ask him, "...how did you teach your child? The Governor was kind enough to let your son study with the young master, but ended up beating him in the school. It's simply repaying kindness with hatred."
But he knew his son well. Although Zhuang Dalang was occasionally disobedient, he was not the kind of person who would initiate a fight.
Mr. Zhuang did not admit the crime, but said gently: "I will investigate this matter thoroughly and give an explanation to the governor and the eldest son."
There were more than just Du Yao and Zhuang Dalang in the school. Naturally, there were also students who were not afraid of Du Yao. Mr. Zhuang had a good relationship with people and soon met several young people who went to school with him through some friends. He found out what happened at that time after asking them.
This also made Mr. Zhuang hesitate whether he still needed to stay in Longzhou.
Zhuang Dalang came back by himself, but he didn't want to talk to his father. He decided to break up with his father unilaterally.
Madam Ji looked at the silent father and son, sighed, and took the initiative to break the silence, "Is the eldest son of the governor's family seriously injured? Should we send him some apology gifts?"
Zhuang Dalang asked sharply, "Is he injured?"
Mr. Zhuang said at the same time: "No need."
Hearing his son's loud voice, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but frown and lecture him, "Why are you so loud? Even if you're arguing with someone, you should remember the most basic etiquette. How can you be so loud and shouting like that?"
"What's the decorum? Is being called a servant's son considered decorum?"
Mr. Zhuang's face was hurt, and Madam Ji was also very angry. She slapped him and said, "How can you talk to your father like that? When others say that about your father, you should refute them. Instead, you use such words to stab your father. This is what I always teach you."
"He's the governor's son. You all live under his thumb. How can I object? How can I?" Zhuang Dalang shouted. "You only tell me to be tolerant. I don't understand why I have to live in the governor's mansion and go to the same school as the governor's son. My family has no power or influence, so why do we have to work so hard to get in?"
Mr. Zhuang pursed his lips and asked with trembling lips, "Is this what you think of me?"
"Isn't that you?" Zhuang Dalang cried out, wiping away tears. "For you to pass the imperial examination, our family sold all the land. My mother and I endured hardships with you. For you to succeed and enter the court, my mother and I had to endure the humiliation of the governor's office. Is your future so important?"
Madam Ji's eyes were red, and she reached out to slap him, "How could you misunderstand your father like this? He just wanted to fight for his dignity and seek justice..."
Zhuang Dalang let Lady Ji beat him, his back straight, refusing to give in. "Why do you want it? The Chen family is so wealthy and powerful, they've even taken care of things in Yizhou. We've moved around so many places, and we can only find a little work here in Longzhou. And you still want to challenge the Chen family? What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"
Madam Ji was so angry that she slapped him.
Never hit someone in the face. In the past, no matter how angry Madam Ji was, she would just slap Zhuang Dalang a few times and never hit him in the face.
This stunned Zhuang Dalang. He looked at his mother in disbelief. Madam Ji also felt a little regretful and looked at him helplessly. Just as she was about to apologize, Zhuang Dalang shouted, "I hate you!"
After saying that, he pushed his parents away and ran out.
Mr. Zhuang sat dejectedly in his chair. After a long while, he said, "Let him go. He can't get far."
Madam Ji said with guilt, "It's my fault that I didn't teach my child well."
Mr. Zhuang shook his head. "It's my fault. I've been busy with other things these past few years. Raising a child is a joint task for both parents."
Besides, what the child said might not be entirely wrong. He has indeed been stuck in a dead end in recent years.
Mr. Zhuang became a little confused. Perhaps the child was right. What would it matter if he won the fight?
(End of this chapter)
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