Chapter 139: Poor Scholar and Rich Juren
"Don't try to sow discord!"
Song Xiu suddenly said proudly, "My husband has already said that he will take me with him when he moves to the city, and he also said that he will take me to see the house tomorrow."
"Are we really going to move to the city? When? The whole family should move there, so that we can all enjoy the good life with our uncle in the future."
Song Jin’s main point is that if you are not disgusted to death, you will continue to be disgusted.
Without waiting for Song Xiu to say anything, Song Jin shouted to Xiao Liu who was tidying up in the woodshed:
"Second Aunt! My uncle said that he and his family would move to the city. You have worked hard for more than ten years, and you finally see the rewards."
Xiao Liu was immediately surprised and asked, "Are we really going to move to the city to enjoy a better life?"
"Of course. My uncle is now a scholar, and the whole family supports his studies. How can he go away to enjoy himself and leave his family to work in the countryside?"
Song Jin put one tall hat after another on Qin Mingsong's head.
Song Xiu was angry and guilty.
But he didn't dare to say anything and quickly ran back to the house.
Qin Mingsong, who was sitting in the room, also heard a few words. When he saw Song Xiu coming in, he asked impatiently, "What good things have you done? Did your sister think that I was going to bring my whole family to the city?"
"I only said you would take me to the city."
Song Xiu pouted unhappily, "Who knew that my sister misheard and said you were going to take the whole family with you, but I clearly said I was the only one going."
"This family has not been divided yet. If I settle down in the city, how can I ignore my parents and brothers?"
Qin Mingsong knew that this matter could be a big deal or a small one.
But after Song Jin made such a fuss about this matter, it might not be so easy for the family to compromise.
Sure enough, outside, I heard Old Liu cursing, "What are you yelling about? I am a slave, but I want to be the eldest master's mistress and enjoy the happiness. How can you not be so happy?"
"Mother! My uncle is already a scholar, do we still have to work in the fields? Let my uncle find a light job for my husband, and find a better academy for Erlang and Sanlang, and give me one or two taels of silver a month. I heard that the wealthy families in the city will have pocket money every month."
Little Liu's words made old Liu's face turn green with anger.
Song Jin was delighted when he heard this. "Second Aunt is right. Rich families do give their families monthly silver. When I was at home, I got twenty taels every month."
"Wow! Then I want less. No, you have to pay more."
Little Liu put her hands on her hips, looking like she was ready to fight.
Old Liu picked up the broom and was about to hit Little Liu, "I gave you the face to plot against me. Si Er just passed the imperial examination, where would he get the money to support you?"
"Grandma, the poor scholar is the rich juren."
The voice that suddenly spoke was not Song Jin, but Qin Chi who walked out of the house, "When my uncle passes the imperial examination, he will no longer be short of money. Grandma, you can rest assured."
Scholars have some ways to make money.
There will be more people who become juren.
The commotion happened early in the morning, so it naturally alarmed other people.
It is autumn, the harvest season.
The people from the other three branches of the Qin family all gathered in the main hall.
Then Old Man Qin asked someone to call Qin Mingsong out, "Si Er, what do you say?"
"Mom and Dad, I don't need to rely on my family anymore. I will write to my classmates in a few days and ask if there are any easy jobs to introduce to you brothers."
Qin Mingsong's attitude was very upright, and he did not intend to shirk his responsibility. "My family paid for my education, and I will definitely not forget you if I get better."
That's beautifully said.
But no practical benefits have been missed.
Qin Mingsong then said, "I am not planning to enter the government so early. I want to take the imperial examination next year, so I don't plan to move to the city. However, it's time to renovate the house at home."
This means not moving to the city.
I just decided to build another big house in Qinjiagou, which should be as grand as a juren's.
Qin Mingsong looked around and found that no one was talking, so he said, "I will pay for the renovation of the house."
"Oh, my uncle is still very generous."
Xiao Liu was immediately happy and began to praise him, "Xiu is so old! My daughter Da Ya and Er Lang are about to get married. Thanks to my uncle, they will definitely be able to find a good match."
This can indeed raise the threshold for blind dates.
No one else said anything.
Song Jin didn't comment on this. If she really wanted to build a big house, she would probably build a small home for her and Qin Chi. After all, they were independent families, so what would happen if they built another small home? At the same time, she would leave a room for Qin Lao Da and Li.
This plan will be made after everyone has dispersed.
Song Jin went back to the room and talked to Qin Chi.
Qin Chi agreed directly, "Aren't there a lot of things to do in the pharmacy? I'm at home recovering from my illness, so leave this matter to me."
"Then I'll trouble you, sir."
Song Jin replied with a smile.
Qin Chi put his big hand on her slender waist, "Madam, are you still sore?"
Song Jin dodged without leaving a trace and walked outside as if running away, "I'll go see the children."
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"Ha!" Qin Chi curled his lips and smiled.
Since Qin Mingsong said he wanted to build a house, he certainly couldn't just talk about it. After discussing with Old Man Qin, he went to the entrance of the village to buy a piece of vacant land, and then went to the town to find a craftsman to build a house.
After becoming a juren, Qin Mingsong still had to take out this money.
Not to mention that building a house can shut up family members, it can also be regarded as a face for the scholar.
Song Xiu stared at Qin Mingsong every day.
Qin Mingsong stayed at home. Apart from occasionally visiting his former teachers or entertaining his classmates, he mostly talked about poetry and classics and discussed academic matters.
Song Xiu didn't notice anything unusual, so she put Song Jin's words behind her.
This season is the busiest time of the year for the pharmacy, and Song Jin does not have much time to pay attention to Qin Mingsong and Song Xiu.
Qin Chi saw the craftsmen hired by his family starting to lay the foundation, so he called Qin Lao Da to help. He then marked out a piece of land in the village and built another small house.
"Why does Dalang need to build another yard? The house built by my fourth brother is big enough for our whole family to live in." Boss Qin was very puzzled.
Qin Chi smiled and said, "Dad, this is my wife and I's little home. It doesn't need to be very big, just enough for our family in the big house. But the wall must be high."
Then Qin Chi gave Boss Qin some money to renovate the house.
Boss Qin hurried off to do some work.
Everyone is busy with their own things.
People who stay at home are bored.
Just like Mr. Liu.
Recently, Mrs. Liu has become increasingly dissatisfied with the first wife.
She knew from some unknown source that the medicine Qin Chi was taking cost five taels of silver for one dose, and she was so angry that her heart ached.
In addition, Li did not pay any more money to the government, so Old Liu would often make indirect accusations against him.
"Grandma didn't spend any of the money, why should she feel bad?" Sanlang leaned close to Qin Chi and whispered, "Brother, should we go to the pharmacy to find sister-in-law?"
"What do you want to do with your sister-in-law?"
Qin Chi stopped writing and looked at him.
Sanlang was rarely shy, "I just don't want to study. I want to go to the pharmacy with my sister-in-law and be a medicine boy. It would be best if I could learn how to prepare medicinal materials. I heard that being a master chef can make seven or eight taels of silver a month."
“It depends on talent.”
Qin Chi did not agree immediately.
Sanlang muttered, "How can you know I don't have talent without trying? Anyway, I don't have a talent for studying."
"I'm just asking for you. I can't guarantee that your sister-in-law will agree."
"Okay! I said that the eldest brother is the most capable, more capable than the younger uncle."
Sanlang has been thinking about the last time he went to the pharmacy. Rather than wasting time studying in school, Sanlang would rather learn a skill.