Time soon came to the sixth day of the New Year. Even though it was cold, the villagers who had been staying up all winter went out of their homes. Qian Xingshan took Qingsong and Xiao Ling to school.
Considering that the school was too cold, Qian Chunhua sponsored two stoves and charcoal to Mr. Qian's family so that everyone could study in a slightly warmer environment.
Qian Chunhua and his mother opened the shop and prepared to start business.
After the Spring Festival, Zhao Qingyun was completely out of school.
When he stood outside the door and saw Zhao Qingsong carrying his schoolbag, happily leaving home and heading to school, his heart was filled with jealousy and anger.
Why? If a person who is not suitable for studying goes to school, isn't it a waste?
If I had the opportunity to study, I would have been able to pass the examination for a boy and then a scholar, and I could have married a girl from a wealthy family like my third uncle.
His daughter-in-law's family continued to support his studies.
Zhao Qingyun thought about this plan countless times in his heart, but it was a pity that after a year, he was only nine years old and could do nothing.
After reading Qingsong's poem, Zhao Qingyun looked towards the room with resentment. His dear parents were lying on the bed, too lazy to even get up.
My eldest brother, like my parents, thinks that it is warm in bed and there is nothing to do when he gets up.
The eldest sister did get up, but she spent half an hour in the kitchen and couldn't even make a bowl of porridge.
All of this made Zhao Qingyun uncomfortable and looked down on them. He didn't want his future to be the same as these people.
Zhao Qingyun decided that he would go find his grandfather and ask him for support.
He agreed to whatever his grandfather asked for.
Zhao Qingyun made up his mind and walked towards the village where his grandfather lived without even looking back, without even saying hello.
Cuihong's parents' home is in the east of Nanzhou County, about 20 kilometers away from Huanghualing.
With Zhao Qingyun's walking speed, he could reach the destination in three or four hours.
When Zhao Qingyun left, no one in Zhao Yongqiang's family noticed, because Zhao Qingyun had gone to school in the county town alone before anyway.
Seeing that he was not there, everyone thought that he had gone to a private school. They had long forgotten that one would not be eligible to enter a private school if one did not pay the tuition.
After Qian Chunhua and Qian's mother cleaned the shop, they lit the stove and the shop immediately became warm. Qian Chunhua left Qian's mother to look after the shop and went to the county town to inquire about the carriages in the provincial capital.
Arriving at the county seat, the streets of Nanzhou County are deserted, without any festive atmosphere.
Qian Chunhua didn't know whether it was always like this or because of the special circumstances today, but the atmosphere on the street was abnormal and there was no festive feeling at all.
Qian Chunhua found the location of the carriage house in Nanzhou County through inquiries. After arriving there, he discovered that the door of the carriage house was closed and had not been opened for business.
Qian Chunhua didn't give up and went forward to knock on the door. After waiting for a long time, the door was opened from the inside.
"What are you doing? Knock, knock, knock..." A gatekeeper opened the door impatiently.
Qian Chunhua was too embarrassed to ask, "Excuse me, mother-in-law, when will the carriage to Yongning Mansion be available?"
The old woman looked at Qian Chunhua impatiently and said, "There is a trip on the tenth day, leaving at 15:00."
"How much is the trip?"
"One tael of silver per person, and five taels of silver can charter a carriage." After the old woman finished her answer, she slammed the door shut without waiting for Qian Chunhua to ask any more questions.
Qian Chunhua touched his nose and the door almost hit his nose.
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