Chapter 138 Guess
Sun Ergou's life at home was not easy. He could not even get enough food to eat, and his family did not care whether he was still alive or not.
Jiang Mixia had only heard about Sun Ergou's previous mistreatment and lack of food, but she saw it for herself after Sun Ergou came to the workshop.
No one from Sun Ergou's family had ever come to visit him, nor had they ever bought him a piece of clothing.
It seems that Sun Ergou has no connection with the family at all.
Sun Ergou was probably reluctant to return to such a home to celebrate the New Year.
Jiang Mixia thought for a moment and waved to Sun Ergou, "What are you doing standing there? The family is about to cook dumplings, come over and eat."
It was obvious that they wanted to invite him to celebrate the New Year together.
Sun Ergou's eyes suddenly felt hot, but he still scratched his head, "Sister Xiao Xia, I..."
He still wanted to go home and take a look.
After all, that is home. Even though she is his stepmother, his father is his biological father, and that is where he grew up.
Today is New Year's Eve, and he felt that he should go back and take a look.
Jiang Mixia saw that Sun Ergou, who was usually decisive in his actions, was now hesitant in his words, and she roughly guessed what he was thinking.
"Go quickly. If there are dumplings at home, you can eat them. If not, there are plenty of dumplings here." Jiang Mixia said.
The influence of one's original family on a person is fatal and far-reaching, and can also make people feel disgusted and hate it.
But even so, humans are emotional animals, and deep in their hearts, they still have certain fantasies and attachments to their original families.
Sun Ergou is probably no exception.
Jiang Mixia expressed her understanding and felt that it was reasonable.
When Sun Ergou heard Jiang Mixia say this, he seemed to have found his backbone. His original hesitation disappeared, and he just nodded excitedly, "I understand, Sister Xia."
After saying that, he disappeared from Jiang Mixia's sight like a gust of wind.
This child is still irritable.
Jiang Mixia closed the door of the workshop, locked it, and then opened the door that she had left ajar.
Keep the door open.
After finishing all these, Jiang Mixia went to the yard to continue pulling wheat straw.
This year’s New Year’s Eve falls on the 49th day of the coldest period of the year.
The north wind is not strong, but it is cold enough that even the slightest breeze on your face feels like a knife cutting you.
Sun Ergou was running back. He was wearing thick clothes and running very fast. He felt very hot all over, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, so he didn't feel cold.
Snowflakes suddenly fell.
Small snowflakes, sparse at first, then slowly become denser.
When Sun Ergou arrived at the entrance of Sunjiazhuang village, the ground was already covered with a layer of white snow.
He was running out of breath all the way, and after entering the village, Sun Ergou's speed turned into a brisk walk.
On New Year's Eve, red lanterns were hung at the door of every household, and Sun Ergou's family was no exception.
Looking at the home he hadn't returned to for a long time, Sun Ergou felt a strange feeling in his heart. After a pause, he picked up his feet again.
When he was only a dozen steps away from his home, the door, which was half open, was slammed shut, followed by the sound of rustling and the bolt being inserted.
"Dad, my brother hasn't come back yet."
"Don't worry about him." It was Dad's voice.
"He has now married a rich man, and he lives outside all day long, eating better than our family, and wearing better clothes than you. I heard that he even gets paid a lot every month, but he hasn't thought about sending some of his wages home to honor his parents for the past few months. He has no family in his heart any more, so why do you care about him?"
The stepmother probably felt unsatisfied, so she said "Pah" first, and then cursed, "I told you a long time ago that this bastard is an ungrateful wolf, you didn't believe it, now you believe it, don't you?"
"It's really a waste of time to raise this thing. From now on, just pretend he doesn't exist!"
The sound coming from across the yard was gradually drowned out by the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.
Sun Ergou raised his head and felt snow falling on his face, which was icy cold.
He wiped his face with his hand, but there was not a single tear in his eyes.
The result was already guessed, so there's probably nothing to be sad about.
Sun Ergou stamped his feet to shake off the snow on his body, and blew a breath of hot air onto his hands which were a little stiff from being exposed to the cold.
It’s getting late, we have to go back quickly so we can’t miss eating dumplings.
Sun Ergou raised his feet and ran faster than when he came. ——New Year, lively and busy.
The New Year's greetings last from the first to the sixth day, and only on the seventh day do people finally calm down.
On the eighth day, shops open for business, and after the fifteenth day, the new year is completely over.
The academy starts school on the 17th day of the first lunar month.
On the first day of school, the teacher first checked everyone's homework.
After a day of inspection, Mencius's brows were furrowed deeper than the ravines in his forehead.
It turns out that we can't have too much hope.
After all, those students couldn't remember anything he had taught them on weekdays, so he couldn't count on them even more during the holidays. At most, they wouldn't forget as much as he expected, but as quickly.
It was not until he saw the regulated verse and dictation test paper handed in by Song Jingyun that his eyes suddenly lit up.
The poems were average, not outstanding, but they were more than enough for the exam. The most important thing was the recitation and annotation of the Four Books and Five Classics, which were written skillfully and fluently, with neat handwriting and no traces of erasure.
That's enough!
When everyone disappoints him, Song Jingyun will never let him down.
Mencius, who was worried about the homework handed in by others, heard the gloom in his heart disappear and became happy.
Zhang Wenbin looked at Meng Ziting, who was sitting with his hands behind his back, his chin raised, and his eyes looking as if they wanted to grow to the top of his head. The pen in his hand paused.
Looking at the homework in his hands that was so irritating that it made him want to die, Zhang Wenbin frowned.
Should he have tried hard to get Song Jingyun to be his student?
After all, having someone to worry about is a great comfort. ——The county government issued a notice for the county exam. Anyone who meets the requirements and needs to take the county exam needs to register at the county government's ceremony room within ten days.
Meng Ziting and Zhang Wenbin took the students from Hongle Academy who needed to take part in the county examination to register, and then prepared personal confessions, mutual guarantees, and pledges for the county government to check and evaluate.
After the relevant formalities were completed and the county government approved the announcement of the list of candidates, Meng Ziting and Zhang Wenbin began to fully assist the students preparing for the exam.
Song Jingyun was much more diligent than before. Jiang Mixia could see it because the time he spent reading every day after coming back had increased from a quarter of an hour to half an hour.
And before going to bed, Song Jingyun would lie on the bed and stare blankly for half an hour.
Sometimes Jiang Mixia called him, but he didn't hear her.
Jiang Mixia was quite interested in the young son-in-law's behavior.
(End of this chapter)
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