Chapter 238 Jiang Song
Jiang Wanqiu frowned when she learned that Mrs. Liu wanted to change the seven-day funeral to three days.
When he found out it was Mrs. Zhao's suggestion, he immediately glared at her.
"Mother Zhao, considering my father's official position, seven days of funeral rites is not too long, why did you urge my aunt to change it to three days?
My father is a rank 4th rank official after all. If he were to live the same amount of time as a commoner, wouldn't that make him a laughing stock?
What is your intention?
Mrs. Zhao shuddered when Jiang Wanqiu looked at her. "What can this old servant have in mind when Second Miss said this?"
It is true that our family finances are becoming increasingly difficult, and I, as an old servant, feel sorry for seeing my aunt and several young masters suffering.
Once the old man comes to our house, he is no longer considered an official, and no one will complain whether he stops for seven days or three days.
But if we stop for four more days, the expenses will more than double, and the two young masters haven't married yet, and the dowries of the girls haven't been arranged yet.
If we don’t save money now, how will we survive when we are out of mourning?”
"Madame Zhao is right. Even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. You know the situation in our family."
Liu held Jiang Wanqiu's hand and said with hatred,
"Ever since that little bastard took the dowry and cheated my mother out of a sum of money, our family has been increasingly strapped for cash.
This funeral is very expensive. Now that we have spent all our money, where will we get the money for the three of you to get married?
Besides, your father died in an ignominious way, so there is nothing to worry about."
Jiang Wanqiu shook her head speechlessly, "Aunt, don't be short-sighted. Funerals do cost money, but I think the funeral gifts we received can make up for the loss.
Since Brother Song is going to enter the government in the future, it would be a good thing if he could take this opportunity to chat with officials in the court.
I know you are resentful about this, but the funeral was not done properly, which is a joke."
Ever since she knew that Jiang Wanqiu was reborn, Liu had always listened to her daughter, but this time she was stubborn.
"Well, even if it's embarrassing, I still have the nerve to support it.
I am just a concubine and you are just illegitimate children. The legitimate daughter of a marquis doesn't feel ashamed to be the wife of a marquis, so what do we have to be afraid of?
If that little bastard didn't want to be laughed at, he should have gone and brought back the money.
Your father only earns a small salary a year, and I have never heard of anyone using his aunt's dowry to hold a funeral."
What Aunt Liu said made sense. Jiang Wanqiu opened her mouth but in the end said nothing.
After all, my aunt has little experience, so let's wait for Brother Song to come back and discuss it with him.
Quan'er is basically useless, and Songdi has to support the family in the end.
The academy that Jiang Song attended was only a day's journey from the capital, but the management was very strict and the academic workload was heavy, so he could only return home once a year.
Both Jiang Huai and Liu tacitly kept all the dirty stuff away from Jiang Song.
Even Jiang Quan, the most favored youngest son, did not dare to show his rebellious and vicious side in front of Jiang Song.
In Jiang Song's opinion, their Jiang family is warm, happy and harmonious, and it is harmless even if the eldest sister and the second sister occasionally have some small quarrels.
My father is upright, my mother is kind, and my eldest sister is outspoken and has a bad temper but is not arrogant or domineering.
The second elder sister is gentle, demure, friendly, and a rare talented girl. The younger brother is lively, cute, well-behaved, and sensible.
Although the family was not wealthy, my mother was good at housekeeping and my father had no bad habits, so they lived a good life.
Even though something went wrong on my eldest sister's wedding day and she married Governor Xiao by mistake, I heard that the couple lived in harmony and had no conflicts.
Jiang Song always thought that this was his life, but he didn't expect the sky to fall suddenly.
My father, who was still in his prime, died suddenly, and the servant who came to report the news was hesitant to explain the cause of death.
The eldest son of the Jiang family was a good-tempered man and did not make things difficult for his servants. He asked for leave from the headmaster and hurried back to the capital.
When he left, both the teachers and the headmaster sighed.
In the past two years, they have invested all their efforts in Jiang Song, taking turns to teach him, just waiting for him to make a big splash and bring fame to the academy.
Unexpectedly, the passing of Lord Jiang interrupted their plans, and all their efforts over the past two years were wasted.
Studying is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will fall behind. It also requires a strong start, followed by a strong momentum, and then a weak start.
With Jiang Song's current level, if he can keep working hard for another year, he will surely get a second-class place. If he is lucky, he may even get a first-class place.
But now that the enthusiasm for mourning has dissipated, if I change my temperament at home, it will be very difficult for me to be hardworking again.
But no matter what, it is impossible not to let people go back to mourn their father's death. It can only be blamed on Lord Jiang dying at the wrong time.
Jiang Huai indeed had high hopes for his eldest son, and the academy he chose was very suitable for his temperament.
This academy is built on the hillside, and everyone from the teachers to the students are the rigid, small-town test-takers type.
The success rate was quite good, but there were few high-ranking Jinshi, mainly because they were too closed-minded and did not understand some real affairs of the court.
If this place could be as sensitive as the Imperial College in grasping the court's direction, the headmaster would not have said such things.
After all, the Marquis of Zhenguo, who shared the empire with the Regent, was Jiang Song's brother-in-law, so whether he succeeded or failed did not seem to be that important to him.
Jiang Huai originally chose this old-fashioned and closed place in order to lay a solid foundation for his son, thinking that he would teach him the knowledge of officialdom when the imperial examination was approaching.
Unexpectedly, the plan did not change quickly enough, and his death meant that Jiang Song was doomed to never achieve the same success as in the original book.
After hurriedly returning to the Jiang family, Jiang Song still looked confused. He had not been home for more than a year, but he felt that the whole family had become unfamiliar to him.
My father died. My aunt looked thin and had a deep vertical wrinkle between her eyebrows, which made her look a little mean.
My younger brother's face was pale and his expression was dull, with an inexplicable gloom in his eyes.
Only the second sister was still as gentle as usual, but her complexion did not look too good.
This time, Liu and Jiang Wanqiu reached an agreement, and they both decided to explain the actual situation at home to Jiang Song.
Even though Jiang Wanqiu was the wife of a duke in her previous life, she still feels that she cannot live without a man.
She can't get married and find a man to rely on now, so the only ones she can rely on are her brothers at home.
Jiang Quan was too young and a useless person, so all her hopes fell on Jiang Song.
Liu even adhered to the old idea that one should obey one's father at home, one should obey one's husband after marriage, and one should obey one's son after one's husband's death.
With Jiang Huai protecting her, she naturally wouldn't bother her precious son with her troubles.
But now that the pillar has collapsed, she desperately hopes that Jiang Song can support the Jiang family.
Jiang Song's current condition is a bit like a modern rotten tail baby.
His parents instilled in him an elite education since he was old enough to understand. Although he was only middle-class, he felt like he was born into a wealthy family.
Go to an aristocratic school that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, learn piano, horse riding, and other things that only the elite rich second generation will learn.
But overnight, I was thrown back into poverty. Not only could I not afford to attend the interest classes, I couldn’t even pay for the next year’s tuition.
If it's just in elementary school, it's okay, but if it's in junior high or high school, the child is basically useless.
I can't bear to continue reading.
Children attending aristocratic schools do not need to take the college entrance examination; they follow an internationally connected route.
The cost of studying abroad for a year is over a million dollars, which is simply beyond the reach of families.
If I transfer to a public school, what I have learned previously will not be enough to cope with the college entrance examination.
The most painful thing is the psychological gap.
Unable to face old classmates and unable to integrate with new classmates, he finally became a low-level practitioner of high art.
Jiang Song is in such a difficult situation now, and all his knowledge was overturned overnight.
The sixteen-year-old boy couldn't bear the impact and fainted with his eyes rolled back.
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