Chapter 126 Hate Scholars
Leaving Confucius Academy.
Chen Qingqing asked Liu Laohan to wait for her on the street in Qingshui Town.
She planned to go see her elder brother Chen Feng.
Walking on the street, Lin was in a bad mood. Chen Qingqing knew that she was worried about Chen Han, so she smiled and comforted her.
"Mom, Xiaohan has grown up. For his future, you have to let go when the time comes. You can't let him be trapped in Nanshan Village for the rest of his life, being an illiterate person digging for food in the dirt."
After hearing her words, Lin's brows relaxed slightly and she sighed softly, "Mother knows this is the truth, but Xiaohan is only eight years old and has to live outside alone. Mother can't help but feel a little worried."
Chen Qingqing took Lin's arm and said with a smile, "Mom, don't worry. Xiaohan likes reading. No matter what he becomes in the future, it's always good to be able to read and write. What's more, he is smart and eager to learn. I believe he will achieve great success in his studies in the future."
These days she also taught Chen Han some simple knowledge, but she didn't expect that the boy would learn it quickly and understand it immediately.
He is definitely a little genius. If he doesn't be misled by bad people and concentrates on his studies, he will definitely have a bright future.
Lin patted the back of Chen Qingqing's hand and smiled. "It's okay, Mom. Let's go and see your eldest brother and give him the clothes."
Qingshui Restaurant.
Chen Feng did the odd jobs in the kitchen day after day, but he did not forget his original intention. Whenever he had some free time, he would secretly observe the cooking techniques of the chefs.
He would silently remember what seasonings were added.
At this time, Chen Feng was squatting on the ground, rolling up his sleeves and rubbing the big spoon.
He first wiped it with coarse ash, then rubbed it with fine sand.
It is not considered finished until the cooking spoon is rubbed until it is shiny and then washed with clean water.
Chen Feng was so tired that he was sweating profusely and did not notice Chen Qingqing and Lin coming over.
Chen Qingqing felt distressed when she saw that there were more than a dozen large iron spoons on the ground waiting to be cleaned.
You know, this job of rubbing the spoon is dirty, tiring and boring. It requires the same posture and action to be repeated over and over again. No one would be willing to do it if the pay is low.
She looked distressed and called out softly, "Brother,"
Lin's voice was also a little choked, "Feng'er, mother is here to see you."
Hearing the familiar shout, Chen Feng raised his head suddenly. Seeing Lin and Chen Qingqing standing in front of him, he looked incredible, "Mom, little sister? Why are you here?"
Lin hasn't seen her eldest son Chen Feng for more than half a year. She feels sad and guilty at this moment.
Other people's children have already married by this age, but his children are still working hard outside doing odd jobs for others.
Her eyes were slightly red with self-blame. It was her incompetence as a mother, otherwise her eldest son would not have suffered such hardship and pain.
Lin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, "Feng'er, why do you look thinner than during the Chinese New Year? Is this work too tiring?"
Chen Feng was afraid that Lin would worry, so he lied, "Mom, Shopkeeper Wu is very good to me. I have food and shelter here, and the work is not tiring at all. It's just that my son eats too much and doesn't gain weight."
"Mom knows you are trying to comfort me. You are learning a craft outside by yourself, it's not like being at home. You must take good care of yourself."
"Mom, don't worry, my son is not a three-year-old child. He can take care of himself."
"Okay, that's good." Lin's eyes turned red again.
Chen Qingqing looked at Chen Feng, whose face was covered in dust, and frowned, "Brother, it's not dinner time now, why are you still working?"
Chen Feng smiled and said, "We'll need these frying spoons soon, so I'll take advantage of this free time to clean the big spoons that I didn't have time to wash last night."
"You're not going to do all this work by yourself, are you?"
Chen Feng looked nonchalant. "This little bit of work is nothing. I can finish it in a short while. Besides, I have to do at least a hundred or eighty spoonfuls a day. I'm used to it."
"What? You rub against me more than a hundred times a day. Wu Shiren is treating you like a slave."
"No, Shopkeeper Wu is very nice to me." Chen Feng scratched his head and looked around. "By the way, you haven't told me why you came to town yet. Where are Dad and Xiaohan?"
Lin took over the conversation, "Your father went to the docks to find a job, and Xiaohan went to study at the Confucius Academy."
She handed the package in her hand to Chen Feng and said, "This is the cotton cloth your little sister tore. Mom made two sets of clothes for you. Keep them for changing and wearing."
Chen Feng was stunned, then frowned. To be honest, he hated scholars.
If the Chen family had not been supporting Chen Zhancai's studies, they would not be so poor.
He will not be forced to stay at home.
The purpose of becoming an apprentice was to get away from Chen Zhancai's family of blood-sucking thieves.
I thought that after we separated from the old house and severed our relationship, our family life would definitely get better and better.
But he never expected that his parents would send Chen Han to school.
Although Chen Feng was dissatisfied, he still tried to keep his tone calm.
"Mom, you should sell these clothes. After all, Xiaohan's tuition in town is quite expensive. You should save the extra money and use it to pay his tuition!"
Chen Qingqing saw that he was unhappy and understood that Chen Feng had misunderstandings about studying. This was all because Chen Zhancai's greed had caused him great psychological trauma.
It probably won't be easy to change his view on reading in a short period of time.
Chen Qingqing said patiently, "Brother, although studying costs money, it can make people wise, and not everyone will be as greedy as Chen Zhancai.
Our Xiaohan knows his limits. If he is past the age to study and has achieved nothing, we will just stop him from studying.
Now that he has this intention, let's support him.
After all, studying is not just for fame and fortune. Learning more knowledge will be beneficial to whatever you do in the future.
You are learning a craft here so that you can have a better life in the future, and the same is true for Xiaohan studying."
Chen Feng hasn't been back to Nanshan Village for a while, but he has heard some of what happened at home from Wu Shiren.
The younger sister not only dug up ginseng, but also cured Mr. Fan's chronic illness. She made a lot of money from these two things alone.
Since she wants to support her younger brother's education, he, as the eldest brother, must support her.
He was silent for a moment. Although he still felt a little awkward, he also felt that what his sister said made sense, and his expression eased a little.
"Little sister, I'll listen to you, but let's make it clear first. If Xiaohan isn't good at studying, you can't spoil him. Don't spoil Uncle San like grandma and grandpa did."
Chen Qingqing smiled and nodded, then took the clothes from Lin and handed them to him. "Put them away quickly. Our mother sewed them stitch by stitch. If you don't wear them, you'll be letting her down."
Chen Feng grinned, "Mom, you've worked hard."
"As long as you and your sister are well, I won't have to work hard." Lin's eyes became wet again as she spoke, and she unconsciously wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand...
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