"Master Gao, there are people ahead!" someone suddenly said.
“Hey, this looks like the guy I threw away before,” another person said.
"Let's go take a look."
After Scarface Gao finished speaking, he approached with his entourage.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Manager Jin was taking in air but not letting it out.
"Uncle Gao, if we had come out any later, this person would have already passed away."
“He’s a real man,” Scarface Gao sighed. “He’s clever and loyal to his master. He’s a good one. Take him with you and send him to the pharmacy!”
He had encountered too many dark things in his life, so he had a special fondness for people who were loyal and righteous.
There are too few people like this. Every one who dies is one less. You've done too many bad things, so at least do some good deeds today.
The turmoil in the prefectural city did not affect the tranquility of Huangjiakou. The small village continued its busy yet peaceful life as usual.
After nearly twenty people spent a day planting the fruit trees, the Huang family returned to their usual life.
Learning to read and practice writing, with seriousness and effort.
During a break from practicing calligraphy, Old Man Huang spoke meaningfully, "Spring plowing is about to begin."
“Spring plowing is about to begin, and people in Huangjiakou have already started working on it. The number of schools being built has decreased by 20%,” Grandpa Jiang chimed in.
“The roof beam will be raised tomorrow,” Old Man Huang suddenly realized something, “The school will be finished soon.”
“Yes,” Grandpa Jiang said with great envy, “Your Huangjiakou will soon have a school.”
Jiangjia Village originally had a school, but after the old scholar passed away, it became just an empty shell and had long since fallen into disrepair.
There are about a dozen people in the village who can read, but most of them are only half-baked, and their handwriting is barely legible, much like his current handwriting.
Moreover, he studied a total of three books: the Three Character Classic, the Hundred Family Surnames, and the Thousand Character Classic.
The old scholar was also a slowpoke; he could teach a single book for a whole year, and his tuition was exorbitantly expensive. He taught for two hours a day, and it cost him taels of silver a year and a half, not including the gifts he received during festivals.
Even so, the children would still come home injured from time to time.
Even a half-grown child, who can help with a lot of housework, often has swollen hands or a swollen bottom, which not only delays their work but also costs money to buy medicine.
In addition, apart from weddings and funerals, there are very few occasions in the countryside where characters are used, so over time, fewer and fewer people went to the old scholar's place.
Those who truly persevered can be counted on one hand; the rest are just people who can write down their entire family's names.
“If you’re willing, you can do it too,” Old Man Huang raised his eyebrows. “It’s not like we don’t have the money to build a school.”
"You actually want me to use my daughter's filial piety gifts?" Old Master Jiang looked at Old Man Huang angrily. "Although I am not capable, I am not the kind of person who would use my daughter's filial piety gifts to do good deeds. I would never do anything to ruin my daughter's feelings. You old geezer, what are you thinking?"
This old man probably doesn't think that by ruining his daughter's affection for him, he can replace his biological father.
What a joke! Don't you even realize that blood ties between blood relatives are so easy to destroy?
Even if I'm a complete bastard, I'm still your father. That's something that old geezer can't compare to even in his next life!
"No, don't misunderstand, I was just saying it casually."
Old Man Huang absolutely denied that he had schemed against anyone.
He just couldn't stand how this old man acted so smugly and looked down on him just because he was his biological father.
Unfortunately, they didn't fall for it at all, not even giving me a chance to try and win them over.
That's really going too far!
"You two, stop looking for trouble," Old Mrs. Jiang said angrily. "If you're really bored, go help out at the school with Xiao San and the others."
Honestly, how old are you? You're acting like a little kid.
They're constantly bickering; even if they're not annoyed, they're annoyed themselves.
If the two of them really started fighting, that would be fine; I could at least sit back and watch the show while drinking tea. But instead, they just talked and barely exchanged a few words. It was all so boring.
"We were just joking around, now let's get down to business," Old Man Huang said seriously, then began, "The busy farming season is almost here, Ya Ya, how are your preparations going for what I mentioned before?"
"What is it?" Jiang Nuan didn't react.
"It's about teaching the younger generation a skill to make a living."
"Anytime is fine. I've already handed it over to the three of them, so just let them go."
"The three of them?" Old Huang thought for a moment and did not object. "Alright, after all, this family will be handed over to them sooner or later."
So, Old Man Huang found the three brothers and earnestly instructed them, “These people are all our relatives, most of them are your cousins, and the furthest are within five degrees of kinship. They are used to farming and may be a bit stubborn. When you teach them, be patient and don’t look down on them. Don’t turn a good thing into a bad thing.”
The young people are very arrogant, and all three of his grandsons are proud and ambitious. Old Man Huang is really afraid that if he doesn't give them some instructions, the three of them will not know what's important.
He sent the three men to win people over, not to make enemies. What if they got into a fight and injured someone?
"Don't worry, sir," Huang Xiaosan assured him, "we know what's important and won't do anything reckless."
“I’m not worried about you,” Old Man Huang waved his hand. “You’re quick-witted and won’t make any mistakes, but Xiao Chuan and Xiao Shu might be a different story.”
“Sir,” Huang Lao Er said aggrievedly, “I don’t like hearing what you’re saying. I never cause trouble.”
"Never mind," Old Man Huang waved his hand, "I'll let Dashan go with you!"
Although the eldest grandson is not very clever, he is steady and reliable. As the eldest brother, with him watching over him, nothing should go wrong.
After saying that, Old Man Huang hurriedly left to find someone.
“Little San,” Old Master Huang frowned, “What’s wrong with you, sir? Why are you bringing this up out of the blue? Are we supposed to make ourselves suffer when we’re teaching someone a trade?”
Xiao Si is such a troublemaker at home, yet she still comes home injured from time to time, and doesn't dare to complain to her husband at all.
Although they are not as good as teachers, they are still masters who pass on their skills. Since ancient times, it has always been the apprentices who respect their masters, not the other way around.
"How would I know?" Huang Xiaosan speculated irresponsibly. "Could it be because they're too stupid?"
"Impossible," Huang Lao Er said hesitantly. "If I'm going to find someone, I'll find someone clever. How can I teach someone stupid? Which family doesn't pick the clever ones when taking on apprentices?"
"I'm just guessing," Huang Xiaosan shrugged. "They might be older than us, who knows?"
Seeing that his older brother was about to say something, he immediately stopped him, "Don't ask anymore, I don't know anything. You'll see the person soon, and you'll know then."
"That's true, we'll find out soon enough," Old Huang said with a sense of relief.
Before long, they understood why Old Man Huang had given such instructions.
There weren't many people, only five, but less than half of them were normal people.
The one with six fingers, the one who stutters, the one who is blind in one eye—the only two who are normal also seem a bit off.
"W-what's going on?" Huang Xiaosan looked at Huang Shan in surprise. "Brother Dashan, why did you call them here?"
"I don't know either," Huang Shan said innocently. "My grandfather didn't tell me anything."
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