Chapter 8
Chapter 8
The students who can be sent here to study generally come from well-off families.
How could I have to endure such suffering? I subconsciously retracted my head.
Village chief An, who was about to agree with Aunt Ji's opinion just now, also changed his expression.
Village Chief An originally wanted Jiyuan to stay away from the private school and stop eavesdropping.
His eldest daughter-in-law also made a fuss for several days, saying that it was unfair.
But now, he has changed his mind.
With Ji Yuan's talent, he should just study.
If their Anji Village could also produce a scholar or a juren, it would be a huge fortune for him.
Village Chief An wanted to help, but he also knew that the road to the imperial examination was very difficult.
An Jicun also paid a lot of money to Master Zhao, but in the end he only passed the exam for a scholar. He felt a little cold in his heart and said, "Since Jiyuan paid the tuition, there is no dispute."
At this point, the villagers also knew that the matter was indeed over.
The other children all took out their money.
It's unreasonable to keep harping on it.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Ji's face twitched and she said directly, "No! He is still seven cents short!"
Village Chief An looked at Aunt Ji. What was wrong with this woman? She kept harping on these things.
From what he knew, it was Aunt Ji who had instigated the villagers to come and cause trouble.
Master Zhao said bluntly: "Ji Yuan is only seven cents short, but your Ji Li has not paid a cent."
The tuition for private schools should be paid on the first day of every month.
It's already the eighth day of the first lunar month, and Master Zhao has never urged her, but Third Aunt Ji is still very aggressive, so she naturally brings it up directly.
The villagers laughed, and Ji Li was even more ashamed because his father lost the money in gambling and had not yet earned it back.
The other students all looked at him, making him feel ashamed.
Aunt Ji gritted her teeth and took out the money from the bottom of her purse.
Even if she gave him some private money, she would still kick Ji Yuan out of the private school.
"Now my family has paid enough, but where's his money?!"
Not to mention Ji Yuan, even the others noticed something was wrong and advised him, "Forget it, seven cents, the kid can earn that if he works hard."
"He's your nephew after all, so forget it."
"Yes, Yuan is a good student. He will pass the imperial examination and become a scholar. Your family will also benefit from it."
An Dahai's mother, the eldest daughter-in-law of An Da, said, "Don't think that Ji Yuan will have a hard time just because Ji Li is not good at studying. How can you be an elder like that? Every elder in every family hopes for the best for their children."
Mrs. An speaks quickly and expresses the thoughts of many people.
Ji Yuan said, "Aunt San, if I have a good career in the future, I will never forget you."
"Maybe I can become an official."
When Ji Yuan said the word "being an official", Aunt Ji's pupils dilated and she was even more terrified.
It seems that his guess was correct. Aunt Ji wanted to cut off his path to study and was not just complaining about the money.
However, Ji Yuan didn't notice that Master Zhao behind him was frowning tightly, obviously unhappy.
But in front of everyone, Master Zhao did not say much, only said: "The 143 coins given by Ji Yuan are the tuition for studying outside, not inside the house."
A parent of a student just said that my child can also study outside, and it would be okay to pay less money for the study.
Master Zhao continued, "The sharp wind and frost, the scorching summer and the cold winter, the heavy rain, are all outside the window."
“When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his heart suffer and his muscles work hard.”
"But someone is willing."
As I said before, families who can send their children to private schools are usually not short of money and they love their children. How could they let them suffer such hardship?
However, there are some villagers who really have no money but want to send their children here and are considering the feasibility.
Aunt Ji wanted to say something else but was glared at by Village Chief An.
The village chief's authority is inviolable. What she said before had exhausted all her strength, and now only fear was left.
Ji Yuan said lightly, "Aunt San, I won't mind your beating and scolding me before. Please don't stop me from studying anymore."
This sentence made the villagers understand.
So that's how it is.
Aunt Ji was afraid that Ji Yuan would take revenge on her when he became successful in the future.
The village head's daughter-in-law also came to her senses.
As for this group of people, they were used as pawns by Aunt Ji San, and they were all veiled in anger for a while: "Why are you so scared? Ji Yuan is your nephew. Let alone becoming a scholar or a juren in the future. Even if he passes the imperial examination and becomes the top scholar, you are still his elder. How can he not respect you?"
Aunt Ji was so embarrassed that she could only leave in anger.
Village chief An looked at them and asked the villagers to disperse.
The area around the private school finally returned to its former tranquility.
Ji Yuan held the money bag and came before the Master again.
Master Zhao glanced at the private school and said, "Study."
After watching the excitement for a while, the students immediately perked up and read aloud.
There is an era out there!
If they can't read as well as those who read outside, how can they have the face to study?
The sound of reading made Master Zhao's expression gentle again. He looked at the purse, took out forty-three coins, and left a hundred coins: "This is your salary for this year."
Then he took out another ten coins and said, "This is money for writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone."
Madam Zhao took the pen, ink, and paper that had been prepared long ago and whispered, "The teacher has prepared them for you a long time ago, but just had no reason to take them out. Now, after this incident, you are now a serious student."
Madam Zhao was naturally trying to comfort the two of them and make up for today's farce.
These things were not produced in a day and they had obviously been kept in the small room.
Ji Yuan's eyes were filled with heat. He naturally knew the price of the tuition, as well as the price of the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
How could forty-three cents be a year's salary?
Ten cents is not enough to buy even one of these pens.
Ji Yuan felt unworthy of the gift and only took the most needed items, paper, pen, and ink. He said he didn't want the inkstone which cost 100 coins each and continued to pay for it.
Master Zhao said, "This is my old thing. Do you dislike it?"
Madam Zhao stuffed the things into Ji Yuan's arms and patted him: "Hurry up, class is about to start."
Master Zhao snorted coldly, turned around and left. Ji Yuan's eyes turned red and he wiped his eyes and followed him.
It was still his original seat, with a set of tables and chairs on the grass below the small window. Ji Yuan quickly put his things away and just in time saw An Dahai coming in to greet him.
An Dahai waved his hand and mouthed: "Awesome!"
Some students looked over curiously.
The name Jiyuan is too legendary in their hearts!
Having been delayed for a while in the morning, Mr. Zhao also dragged his feet at the end of the class to make up for the missed lessons.
Ji Yuan touched the remaining ninety cents and focused on reading again.
He will definitely not let Master Zhao down.
At noon, Master Zhao did not let him leave, but taught him how to hold a pen and how to write.
This is what children should learn, and Ji Yuan needs to catch up with the progress.
Madam Zhao also received instructions from the teacher to prepare lunch for the two of them.
As the day passed, Ji Yuan felt more open-minded.
What Mrs. Zhao said is also true.
After this incident, the relationship between master and disciple was made public.
Writing.
He can finally write.
Ji Yuan patted Xiao Huang: "That's great."
He had never been so happy to learn calligraphy.
Things that were taken for granted in a previous life have now become extremely precious.
The same is true for eating and practicing calligraphy.
Ji Yuan was holding the small bamboo basket given by his master's wife, which contained pens, ink, paper, and inkstone, so that he could practice when he returned to the Ji family.
Ji Yuan smiled and walked back briskly.
I met some villagers on the way and greeted them.
"Brother Yuan is back."
"Brother Yuan, my brother Xian just can't memorize his lessons. Do you have any ideas?"
"Look at what an energetic kid Yuan is."
Ji Yuan answered one by one. An Dahai came over from behind and hugged his shoulders: "Great! Please teach me how to carry this."
Not only An Dahai wanted to know, some students were also curious.
Ji Yuan said: "It will be easier if you understand the meaning first, and then memorize it. Of course, you must be diligent first."
A group of students were discussing their homework as they were going home, which made some people look unhappy.
"Here comes another pretender." An Changsun pushed Ji Li, "Useless thing, didn't your mother say she would chase him away?"
Ji Li was very embarrassed today because of Shu Xiu's matter. When An Changsun pushed him, he didn't dare to fight back and ran home crying.
An Dahai saw it and whispered, "Go home, are you okay?"
Ji Yuan shook his head: "It's okay, don't worry."
How could it be okay? Third Aunt tried her best to prevent me from studying, and it caused such a big fuss in the village.
Now Ji Li also went back crying.
Fortunately, they probably don't dare to hit anyone.
At most, we can just assign more tasks.
Ji Yuan rubbed his sore wrist.
I have to get up early every day to dig up wild animals, do a lot of housework, herd cattle and cut grass, and now I have to practice calligraphy. It is impossible to say that I am not tired.
After returning to the Ji family, Ji Yuan was about to go to the kitchen to cook when he smelled the smell of food.
Aunt Ji, who was cooking inside, looked at him coldly and said directly, "I don't need you anymore."
If you don't need it, then don't use it.
Ji Yuan wasn't surprised to see his things thrown back into the woodshed.
He led the calf to the cowshed and went back to the woodshed to practice calligraphy.
Fortunately, it is already mid-February and the weather has warmed up.
Ji Yuan was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, but he heard the sound of the kitchen door being locked.
He saw his uncle's family, who had eaten and drunk their fill, glaring at him fiercely. They had obviously eaten in the kitchen and locked the kitchen door.
It's obvious.
Their revenge has come.
Third Aunt Ji's eyes flashed, and she said directly: "You are capable now, and you can make money on your own, so don't eat and drink our food for free. We have been kind enough to support you, an ungrateful person, for three years!"
"That's right. You don't even know how to give the money you earn to your family. What's the point of reading such nonsense books? Do you really think you can pass the exam and become a scholar?" Uncle Ji continued.
He didn't expect that he didn't make any money when he went to the county town, but when he came back he heard that Ji Yuan had earned more than a hundred coins in recent days!
And he’s hiding it himself!
What an ungrateful person!
This ungrateful bastard is still studying? Still wants to take the imperial examination? Dream on!
Ji Yuan looked at them and said directly: "Ji Yuan has never eaten or drunk for free."
He was not speaking up for himself, but for Little Epoch Times.
Xiao Jiyuan lived in his uncle's house for three years and never ate a grain of rice for free.
He started working on the first day and never had a full meal. Before I came, he could only eat leftovers every time.
And this family won't leave him any food.
The night before Xiao Jiyuan died, he ate straw and drank snow water.
Ji Yuan’s sharp eyes made them dare not say anything more, and they were also afraid that their evil deeds would be known to the neighbors.
If they weren't afraid of what others might say, they would all want to kick Ji Yuan out.
Aunt Ji sneered: "Anyway, you have to find a way to prepare your own meals in the future. If you dare to steal food, I will beat you to death. The villagers will not help you then."
She couldn't believe it. How could he go to school when he couldn't even take care of food and drink? And he wanted to be an official?!
Even her son can’t learn it, so how can this unlucky star learn it?
The three of them left with the kitchen key, and Ji Li made a face at Ji Yuan.
Make you crazy!
Starve you to death!
Ji Yuan remained calm, as he had known they would not give up, so what was the big deal?
Ji Yuan took out a piece of paper and started practicing calligraphy seriously before it got dark.
He had lunch at Master Zhao's place at noon, but he didn't feel hungry at all.
But you don't have to eat tonight, but you still have to consider tomorrow's meal.
He only had ninety cents left on him. After what happened today, he would definitely be blocked from making money in the future.
This money must be spent sparingly.
Let’s go to Xiao Jiyuan’s former home tomorrow, maybe we can find something useful there.
Ji Yuan touched his belly and said, "Little Ji Yuan, my wish of having a full meal has not been fulfilled yet."
After that, Ji Yuan wrote down the words he had learned today: "Write more, and you won't be hungry if you write more."
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