"With the title of scholar, we can live in the village and the villagers will look up to us."
The high status of scholars is not only the idea of this era, but also a deeply rooted idea in the hearts of ordinary people.
Although businessmen can make money, their status is low.
This is the rule of this era.
After listening to his daughter's words, Hua Xinhong became even more excited to go to school.
But, as the head of the family, he still couldn't help but consider family matters.
His expenses are high, and perhaps his wife and children have to live frugally, which would put a psychological burden on him.
Our family situation today is different from before the flood.
At that time, the family had dozens of acres of land, so supporting him to study would not leave the family short of food.
"Dad is worried about the money, right? We can still continue to earn money."
In fact, she can make her own paper and her own pens and ink.
It’s just that making paper and ink takes a long time.
It will take at least a year for Mo to complete the task.
Cut some bamboo from the bamboo forest east of Xinghua Village, split it in the middle to hold a bowl, light an oil lamp underneath, cover it with the bowl held by the bamboo, and you can collect the burning ashes.
All of these take time to make.
Maybe within a year, their business will grow and it will be easy for them to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
Qiu Wenqin also nodded and said, "Boss, you should go and give it a try. You can only take the exam for the scholar twice in three years. If you don't take it this time, you will have to wait a long time."
"Our family is different now than it was before."
"If you pass the exam, we will have changed our family background. If you become an official, you will also bring honor to our family."
Even if a person from a poor family could become a county magistrate in the future, it would be a matter of great pride for the entire family.
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