The Qiao family's front yard.
This kid's face is just like the weather in June, it changes in an instant. The kids who were fighting each other to death just a moment ago, became so well that they can almost wear a pair of pants in just the time it takes to eat a meal.
Guanjianze saw that after Qiao Dalang and his friends finished their dinner, they first ran around the racecourse for a few laps, sweating all over. Then, instead of going back to their own room, they went to a large room in the front yard, and Guanjianze couldn't help but follow them.
"It's so late, why don't you go to rest instead of going to the front?"
"Study on your own."
"What's the self-study for?"
"It's just finding something to do to digest the food. Can you really fall asleep if you lie down like this?" Qiao Dalang smiled and fixed his eyes on Guanjianze's waist and abdomen.
Guan Jianze followed Qiao Erlang's gaze and took a look at Wan Zi. His protruding belly suddenly shrank back, and the feeling of fullness at the back of his throat almost made him vomit.
I really wanted to eat a little too much at night. I had to hold my belly with my hands when I walked, let alone lying down now. It would be very uncomfortable!
It's not impossible to say that this helps digestion, but the Qiao family could do anything else, but they had to choose writing and memorizing to digestion, which was hard for him, as he felt dizzy just by looking at words.
This is not digestion, this is torture!
But he was also curious about what else Qiao Jia Dalang and the others could do. Would they do the same as the teachers in the academy and make him sit there motionless for several hours?
The place that Qiao Dalang went to was called a study, but in fact it was just a very spacious large room in the second courtyard.
The area was similar to that of a modern primary school classroom, with a few half-person-high tables and chairs in the middle. Rows of bookshelves were placed against the walls around the room. There were only a dozen or so books and bamboo slips on them, looking extremely shabby.
Three six-foot-long tables were arranged in a concave shape. On each table were two sets of pens, inkstones, and white candles as thick as a child's arm. A closer look revealed drawers underneath the tables, where paper, pens, books, and other utensils that were not used on a daily basis could be stored.
The study was so spacious that it was beyond Guan Jianze's expectation. He could see it all at a glance.
I don’t know where all the knowledge in the heads of these classmates of the Qiao family came from, and how did Qiao Sanlang’s father become the top scholar?
The furnishings in this study are not even as good as those of an ordinary country gentleman.
Qiao Dalang pointed to the empty seat next to him and said, "Butler Yu has arranged your things. You will sit at the same table with me for now. We don't know your daily hobbies, so for now, the supplies in your study will be the same as ours. If you are not used to it, you can change them yourself when you go to the academy in the future."
Guanjianze saw that there were only two ordinary rabbit-hair pens, yellowed straw paper, a wooden paperweight and the so-called ink block on the table.
After trying to hold it back, he still couldn't hold back the disgust on his face: "This thing is too bad, can it write good characters?"
Qiao Dalang was not surprised at all that Guan Jianze thought this way. As the only son of the Guan family's eldest branch, Guan Jianze's food and other necessities must be pretty good. The Guan family's financial resources were not comparable to those of a family like the Qiao family.
It's normal to look down on these things.
Qiao Dalang didn't have any idea of his self-esteem being damaged, he just told him the rules set by his grandmother, "If you still need anything, you can buy it yourself. There is no one in my family who has a high degree of fame, so we can only afford this for now. If it exceeds the specifications, you have to pay for it yourself."
Guanjianze also realized that his behavior just now was very rude, but he was more curious about what Qiao Dalang meant.
"Is there a hierarchy in the use of pens, ink, paper and inkstones?"
"Of course. You don't even have any achievements. You can neither bring honor nor income to the family. Why should you eat, drink and use things comparable to those of your parents who support the family?"
"Because I..." The key word is "Because I am the only legitimate grandson of the eldest son of the family."
But he couldn't say this, Qiao Dalang, Qiao Renyi is also the eldest grandson of the Qiao family. But during the half day at the Qiao family, he didn't see him being treated specially.
The food, clothing and other expenses are all the same as those of his younger brothers and sisters. Sometimes, he has to spend more time taking care of the younger ones. The Qiao family currently has no illegitimate children. The old lady seems to have been training her grandsons to be friendly and respectful to their brothers.
This obviously overturned his previous understanding.
But what Qiao Dalang was thinking was that pens, ink, paper and inkstone were very expensive. A piece of straw paper would cost several taels of silver, so they couldn't afford to waste it.
The brothers and their father's expenses would cost at least ten taels of silver a month. And this was the result of saving and saving.
If you don't like it, you really have to buy it with your own money!
Besides, her grandmother said that people who really study well can write well with any tools, while poor students have more stationery. His second uncle can write with charcoal pencil, bamboo pen, and bare brush, and he still passed the imperial examination. Didn't her grandmother write a lot of memorials for His Majesty with goose feather pen and fine brush?
I guess they now buy one rabbit hair brush and one wolf hair brush every month, so what is there to complain about?
Currently, all the financial resources of the Qiao family depend on his grandmother. Although his second uncle is already an official, without the subsidy from his grandmother, it is estimated that there will not be much left after renting a small courtyard in the capital with that little salary.
Grandmother never mentioned these things, but now they help Second Aunt to calculate the household accounts every night. How can they not know where the money in this family is spent?
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