Qian Chunhua still wanted to open a tea shop to make money. He would wait until the house was repaired before opening the shop. He could observe the official road first to see the flow of people before making a decision.
The ton barrels in the space need to be filled with water.
Qian Chunhua remembered that there was a spring on the top of Lion Rock, which was full of spring water. He could go and fill it with water while the spring water was still frozen.
Qian Chunhua closed his eyes, planned for the future, and fell asleep unknowingly.
The next morning, after breakfast, Qian Chunhua entrusted Qingfeng and Xiaoling to Qian Li's care, and took Qingsong towards the county town.
After two or three days, Qian Chunhua felt that Qingsong had become much more cheerful.
Walking on the road, I began to become lively like a child.
Influenced by Qingsong, Qian Chunhua put aside the worries from last night and talked and laughed with Qingsong along the way. The atmosphere between them was extremely harmonious.
Suddenly, Qingsong nervously pulled the corner of Qian Chunhua's clothes, "Mom."
Qian Chunhua was confused, "Qingsong?"
Qingsong pointed ahead, "Uncle, Qing..., Qingyun."
Qian Chunhua also saw that the two figures in front were Zhao Yongqiang and Zhao Qingyun's son who sent Qingyun to private school.
Seeing Qingsong's nervous look, Qian Chunhua sighed inwardly. The experiences he had experienced since childhood had left Qingsong with deep hurt.
When Qingsong saw these two people, he became nervous involuntarily and even wanted to escape from them.
Qian Chunhua held Qingsong's hand tightly and said, "Mother has seen them too. Ignore them. The road is wide open, and we can each go our separate ways."
Qian Chunhua's tone was relaxed. She neither told Qingsong not to be afraid nor did she deliberately comfort Qingsong. She just used her calm emotions to infect Qingsong and help him slowly walk out of the shadow of the first wife's family.
Qian Chunhua's cheerful tone soothed Qingsong. Although Qingsong was still nervous, he was no longer so panicked. He just moved closer to his mother and held Qian Chunhua's hand tightly.
Qian Chunhua hugged Qingsong's shoulders tightly. This child has a psychological trauma. Although Qian Chunhua is not a psychologist, he understands a little bit. In this situation, the only way is to guide him slowly.
Keeping a distance from Zhao Yongqiang's family, Qian Chunhua and Qingsong came to the county town.
After some inquiries, Qian Chunhua learned that there were two relatively famous private schools in the county. One in the west of the city was founded by a Confucian official who retired and returned to his hometown.
There is one in the east of the city, founded by a disabled scholar.
After passing the imperial examination, this man fell off a horse and broke his leg, which affected his appearance and made him unable to become an official. He had to return to his hometown and open a private school.
The private school closest to Huanghualing is the one in the west of the city, which is also the private school where Zhao Qingyun is studying.
This private school is famous and is everyone's first choice.
From a convenience perspective, Qian Chunhua prefers Zhao Qingsong to attend a private school in the west of the city.
When I arrived at the private school, Zhao Qingyun had already entered and Zhao Yongqiang had already left.
A gatekeeper stopped Qian Chunhua in front of the private school.
"What do you do?" The doorman's attitude was bad.
This gave Qian Chunhua a bad first impression of this private school. This attitude was too arrogant and domineering.
Qian Chunhua was holding a jar of wine in his hand, and was about to give it to the doorman, but suddenly he didn't want to give it away anymore.
Qian Chunhua turned around and saw Qingsong looking at the plaque of the private school hopefully, which made Qian Chunhua pause as she was about to leave.
Never mind, I’m here anyway.
Qian Chunhua handed the wine to the doorman, "Excuse me, uncle, is the private school still recruiting students? If so, who should we look for?"
The doorman took the wine, looked at what it was, his eyes suddenly lit up, he smiled, and his attitude towards Qian Chunhua became much better.
"Yes, yes..."
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