Xiao Lei nodded. He wasn't very good at drinking, but it would be okay for him to practice a little and then drink with Uncle Zhao in the future.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, everyone became busy again, mainly busy building houses. Although they didn't make a lot of money in the past two years, they still made small amounts of money.
Last year we picked bamboo shoots, and this year we are building houses. All the strong laborers from every household have come forward. The construction has taken a long time, and there is work every day. It is actually quite good to still have such a harvest in a disaster year.
People cannot be compared with each other. Although many people are jealous of the families who moved to the end of the village, they are also satisfied with their current lives.
They feel at ease because they have work to do and earn money every day.
In order to build his own house, Fuzi and his family also went out. This was the first time that the villagers saw the couple.
Those who went out before were all old men and women.
It turns out that this is what the teacher in the provincial capital looks like. To be honest, he seems quite approachable and well-mannered. He is much more pleasing to the eye than Zhao Dawen. No wonder Zhao Laosan went to the provincial capital to look for someone instead of asking his eldest brother for help.
Zhao Dayong did not go to work on the construction site today. He took his three sons to school.
Early in the morning, the teacher and his two companions put on their darkest and cleanest clothes and left the house.
"You three have to be polite when you meet the Master later, okay?"
"I know, Dad."
Zhao Qingshan (Dazhu) was so excited that he was at a loss for words. He can go to school now, he can finally go to school!
In one year, he will definitely study hard, and the one who stays will definitely not be him.
Erzhuzi has the same idea as his elder brother. He will definitely study hard and seize the opportunity. He was confident that he could definitely read better than his eldest brother and third brother.
The three brothers seem to be in harmony, but there are actually undercurrents because of Zhao Dayong's bold actions.
"Teacher, here you are!" When he arrived at the school, Zhao Dashu found the teacher, with his three sons standing behind him.
"Who wants to study?" Those who come to their school are all villagers from nearby who have relatively good family conditions. No matter how good the family is, it is impossible to send three children to school at one time.
These three kids all look pretty good, except that they are quite different in size.
"Three of them."
"Three? Are they all your children?" The teacher was surprised.
"Yes." Zhao Dashu said respectfully.
"Have you ever been enlightened?"
“No.”
The teacher thought it was a little late for the eldest child to start studying now, but it would always be helpful for him to know a few words.
"In that case, let's go through the schooling procedures. Our tuition is paid monthly, ten cents per person per month. You have to prepare your own writing brushes, inkstones, and paper. For your enlightenment, you need to go to the county town to buy the Thousand Character Classic. If there are three kids together, just buy one copy."
If you put them in the middle and watch them together, you can spend less money.
"Thank you, Master." It was ten cents a month. Zhao Dayong had inquired about the price in advance and he also brought enough silver.
After paying the tuition fee, Zhao Dayong did not go home, but took them directly to the county town to buy things for study.
The wife said that the three children didn't have any clothes to wear when they went to school, so she asked him to buy a piece of cloth to make clothes for each of them.
When he arrived in the county, Zhao Dayong realized that studying was so expensive and it was not as simple as paying tuition as he had thought.
A copy of Thousand Character Classic costs three hundred wen, and pens, ink, paper and inkstone are not cheap either. He bought the cheapest brush, which costs ten wen each, and he bought three at a time. He only bought a stack of paper and one inkstone.
Save as much as you can, and buy again when you're done.
Just like that, when he came out of the bookstore, he had lost more than 700 coins. Zhao Dayong's legs were weak. With such expenses, could he really support his three sons' education for a year?
No wonder my parents always complained about being poor and even sold their land. Studying really costs a lot of money.
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