The young prince is now capable of handling things on his own, and Mo Lan is locked up in that place and can't come out. Mo Yan thinks this is good.
It is worth mentioning that the poor scholar, after losing Mo Lan's financial support, returned to his previous impoverished life with his mother.
After the scholar failed the exam for more than ten years, Granny Wang had to admit one thing: perhaps her son was indeed not cut out for it.
She has a lot to do every day, like working in the fields and growing vegetables. There's no other way; growing her own vegetables saves money.
This son is incredibly extravagant when it comes to spending money; he spends money on everything from writing brushes and inkstones to books.
The money she had saved for her funeral was dwindling day by day.
We're almost running out of money now.
This son was devoted solely to the classics.
Back then, they also looked for Mo Lan, but they never saw him again and didn't know where he had gone.
Finally, Aunt Wang couldn't hold back any longer and looked at her son and spoke up.
"Son, why don't you go out and find a job?"
Aunt Wang's words were rather tactful; after all, he was her precious son, and she couldn't be so direct.
"Mother?" Wang Ping looked at Aunt Wang in shock, as if he had heard something he couldn't believe.
"Huh?" Aunt Wang was a little confused. Had she said something wrong? No, right?
"Mother, how can you say that? I must focus all my energy on studying so that I can pass the imperial examination."
Aunt Wang used to think the same way, believing that her son would definitely pass the high school entrance exam. But so many years have passed, and her son has spent more and more money, and passing the high school entrance exam seems like a distant dream.
“My son, I know that studying is important to you, but the Emperor has already decreed that scholars must also know how to farm and cannot be ignorant of the five grains. Besides, we don’t have much surplus grain at home. Could you buy some cheaper writing materials and save money?”
Her son insists on using only the best of everything, saying he doesn't appreciate the quality of inferior writing materials. The old lady is truly heartbroken.
We used to have silver, but now we don't.
"Mother, this won't do. Only with good writing materials can I have inspiration and study better." Wang Ping selectively ignored the previous statement and directly disagreed.
Aunt Wang: "..."
Wang Da Niang can be noisy and argumentative with others without any regard for anything, but this is her own child, so she can only consider her son's feelings.
"But, son, we're out of money. That's the important thing. Without money, we'll soon be unable to afford food."
Your paper, ink, brush, and inkstone are too expensive; you should be more frugal in the future.
If you're truly not destined to pass the exam, let's just focus on living a good life from now on.
The old lady was a rather realistic person. Seeing that there was nothing she could do about her son, she thought about making sure he had a good life now that he was in high school.
People eventually have to return to life, facing the necessities of eating, drinking, and basic necessities.
"How could that be? Mother, haven't you been earning money all along?"
Wang Ping didn't believe it at all; he thought his mother was lying.
“How much can an old woman like me earn in a day? It all comes from my savings. Now all that money is gone, and we’re having trouble even eating.”
I originally wanted to tell you this in a more tactful way, but now it seems there's no other way. I can only tell you the truth: our family doesn't even have rice for tomorrow.
"You should find a job. After all these years of studying, you could be an accountant, write letters, or even paint a picture and see if you can sell it."
The old lady had already asked around and knew what kind of work her son could do. At worst, he could work as a waiter in a restaurant. As long as he could earn some money, she and her son could survive.
How could Wang Ping possibly agree to that? These were jobs that ordinary people did, and he wasn't willing to do them.
"Mother, this is a crucial time for my studies. I absolutely cannot go. I will definitely pass the exam this time, and I will make sure you can enjoy a good life."
The wife was delighted to hear this, but then she realized that there was an exam coming up again and there was still a year to go. Could they really not eat or drink during that year?
How could that be!
The old lady looked at her son, feeling somewhat disappointed and heartbroken.
"Son, haven't you thought about how we're going to survive this year? Without your rice and grain, what will we eat, drink, and use?"
"Mom, working in the fields brings in absolutely no income; it's already a miracle if we can barely support ourselves and our child."
Hearing his mother say that, Wang Ping was also very annoyed. "Mother, isn't raising your son your duty?"
Listen to what shameless things these are! And that's not all, they continued.
"Mother, I remember Mo Lan left some silver behind, didn't she? Wouldn't it be better to use that?"
Wang Ping remembered that Mo Lan had left behind two hundred taels of silver back then.
Aunt Wang took several steps back. She couldn't believe that her son was actually calculating the money with her. What did this mean?
"And you mean Mother spent all that money? You don't trust Mother? Or what do you mean by that?!"
At this moment, the wife was truly heartbroken. Her son was still talking about the two hundred taels of silver from back then.
"So many years have passed, do you think that money is still there? You want the best of everything. You want the best of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, the best of clothes and other items. Do you think there's anything left?"
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