In fact, he even developed a strange sense of arrogance.
Looking back now, it's simply laughable.
Hearing this, Jiang Nuan sighed, "I was also wrong in this matter. I always thought you were smart and sensible, and I didn't usually pay much attention to you two. But I forgot that you are still young and don't understand many things."
"So," Huang Xiaosi said in a low voice, "how are you going to manage us?"
They won't be watching over us every minute to prevent us from going out, will they?
That would absolutely suffocate someone!
"Guess?"
Two days later, the two children, their faces sullen, boarded the oxcart to go to school.
Jiang Nuan used to think that since she had received so much education, teaching her family's children wouldn't be a problem.
In fact, she was adept at teaching people to read, write, and even do arithmetic, but that wasn't enough.
She had not experienced the most orthodox education of this era, and her thinking was biased towards later generations, forgetting that there were significant differences between the two.
People in later generations start school at the age of three. Teachers take on the responsibility of educating and nurturing students. After experiencing school education, children begin to understand how to conduct themselves in society. As parents, they only need to ensure that no major mistakes are made.
But this era is different. Most people grow up like weeds on their own, without ever experiencing that kind of atmosphere. Some truths, even if you say them a hundred times, are of little use.
After careful consideration, Jiang Nuan decided to send the two of them to school in town.
I don't expect them to become top scholars; that's unrealistic. I just hope they can at least learn some manners and broaden their horizons.
For this, they spared no expense in sending a huge sum of money: five taels of silver, four catties of cured meat, two catties of longan, two catties of red dates, and two catties of lotus seeds.
Huang Xiaosi was unwilling to accept this.
Others longed for school, and he used to feel that way too, but not anymore.
Is your home not good?
The same reading and writing process, but at home there are always snacks, while in the school there are only various sticks.
Moreover, my mother is very flexible. As long as you learn it, that's enough. She doesn't force you to write a certain number of large characters. After that, you can go out and play.
And the food was amazing; the school provided all sorts of cabbages and radishes, a world apart from what we had at home.
The more Huang Xiaosi thought about it, the sadder he felt.
On the oxcart, Xiao Si looked reluctant. "Mother, can I not go to school?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Nuan stared at her son with a half-smile. "The money's already spent, do you think we can skip it?"
"Forget it!" Huang Xiaosi said dejectedly, lowering his hand.
He couldn't bear to waste the money he used to pay for his tuition.
He only had two hundred coins of pocket money a month. He had previously paid one tael of silver to Village Chief Jiang, and this time he spent two taels and seven qian on school. Not only was all the two and a half taels of silver he had saved up through his frugality gone, but he was also in debt for more than one tael.
I can't have any pocket money for six months, and I have to go to great lengths to trick Xiao Wu into giving me a snack.
sad!
“It’s your own money,” Jiang Nuan shrugged, “I don’t mind if you want to waste it.”
She only knows how to hit people, but only lightly.
It's really light, it won't break your arms or legs.
"Mother," Huang Xiaosi said, feeling wronged, "I really know I was wrong, please forgive me."
Having grown accustomed to a life of poverty, only money could give Xiao Si a sense of security. Now that it's all gone, he hasn't had a good night's sleep for two days.
What's even more frightening is that this kind of life will continue for another six months.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Nuan laughed. "So many people want to go to school but their families don't provide it, and you're still unwilling? Are you asking for a beating?"
“That was paid for by our family,” Huang Xiaosi complained in a low voice. “We’re using our own money now.”
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