At the cloth shop, Qian Chunhua bought enough cotton cloth to make six sets of undergarments, and also bought five kilograms of cotton. She planned to make two cotton coats and trousers for each of her three children.
After buying all these items, Chunhua spent a total of eight hundred coins, which made Qingsong, who was standing beside her, heartbroken.
After buying it, Qian Chunhua planned to buy another water tank.
"Mom, Uncle Wang's house in the village can make a water tank." Qingsong reminded.
Qian Chunhua then remembered that the village chief Wang San was the younger brother of Carpenter Wang. He was a stonemason and could make water jars and sell them to the villagers.
Qian Chunhua slapped his forehead and said to Qingsong with a smile, "Look at your mother's memory. If you buy it from your uncle Wang San, you won't have to find a bullock cart to pull the water jar back."
Carrying cotton and cloth and taking Qingsong with them, the mother and son headed towards Huanghualing.
Qian Chunhua planned to go back and tell his mother about the news about the noodle shop today.
At least let my mother's family stock up some food and firewood.
"Qingsong, do you know who in the village sells firewood?"
With a kang at home, a large amount of firewood will be needed. Qian Chunhua felt that he would be exhausted if he had to go up the mountain to chop all the firewood.
Qingsong smiled and said, "Mom, there is firewood everywhere on Lion Mountain. Who is going to buy it?"
What Qingsong meant was that if no one buys it, no one will sell it.
"Mom, I can go up the mountain to chop firewood every day." Qingsong said.
It has been three days since Qingsong was adopted by his mother. He is fed and watered by his mother every day. If he can chop some firewood and make some contribution to the family, Qingsong will feel that he has become valuable.
Qian Chunhua shook his head. "No, you still have to go to school. You can't waste your time chopping wood."
Qian Chunhua had a lot of charcoal in his space, but no firewood. The kang could only burn firewood, not charcoal, so Qian Chunhua needed a lot of firewood.
Qingsong hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Mom, actually, I can go to Master Qian in the village for enlightenment."
Master Qian, a person emerged in Qian Chunhua's mind.
He is also a member of Qian Chunhua's family, the grandson of Qian Chunhua's grandfather's younger brother. He is five years younger than Qian Chunhua and is 23 years old this year.
Mr. Qian's original name was Qian Xingli. He was very intelligent and passed the imperial examination at the age of sixteen. He then went out to study.
I don’t know what happened, but three years ago, Qian Xingli suddenly returned to Huanghualing and never went out again. I heard from others that.
Qian Xing was corrupt and plagiarized his classmates' essays. He was expelled from the academy and reported to the authorities by his teacher, and was never allowed to take the imperial examinations again.
After Qian Xingli returned to Huanghualing, he could only lift and carry nothing with his hands. Apart from studying, he had no other skills, so he could only take in some children in the village for enlightenment and make a living.
When Zhao Qingyun was beginning his education, the Zhao family unanimously agreed that Master Qian was morally corrupt and did not choose him. Instead, they sent Zhao Qingyun to a private school in the west of the city.
Qian Chunhua didn't know whether Master Qian had plagiarized or not, but according to the original body's memory, this man's character should be fine.
However, the original body's vision was not good, and Qian Chunhua did not dare to draw conclusions on his own.
If Qian Xing is a kind person, he would be a very suitable candidate for a teacher. Now there is chaos and war, and it is hard to guarantee that there will be no danger in the future as it is so far from the county town every day.
It’s good to be able to find a place to go to school in the village now.
Qian Chunhua made up his mind and immediately replied, "We will visit Master Qian first after we return to Dong, and if it is appropriate, we will get enlightenment from him."
Qingfeng answered happily, "Mom, I can still chop wood after school."
Qingsong is always thinking about making a contribution to his family.
Qian Chunhua smiled and touched his son's head, without discouraging the child's enthusiasm.
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