The Master returned home at the hour of Xu, and when he came back he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
"Dashu, Leizi, I have gained a lot today. I will go back to the house to sort it out first. You should go to bed early."
"Master, have you eaten? Please ask the kitchen to cook you a bowl of noodles." Song said hurriedly.
"Sure. Thank you."
Zhao Xiaoyu felt as if she had seen a bookworm.
"Dad, learn from others. They take your exams more seriously than you do."
"I haven't worked hard enough. My hands are covered with calluses from writing lately."
"Will you continue if you fail the exam?" Zhao Xiaoyu was curious. Her father had been working hard recently, but his hard work had a kind of contradictory feeling, like the college entrance examination, where one's life would be liberated after passing it.
"Honestly speaking, I don't want to continue this hard life today."
After saying this, he looked at his daughter carefully. He was afraid that she would dislike him for not being ambitious enough. After all, there was a top student in the family.
"If you don't like it, just don't study. We won't force it. Dad, try harder these days. We'll try to pass it in one try and throw the good news of passing the imperial examination on your grandfather's grave."
Zhao Dashu was motivated. "I will try my best to make your grandfather cry to death down there."
"By the way, tell him about how both of his uncle's sons couldn't pass the exam as well as you and Xiao Lei, and what would become of the Zhao family without you."
"That's right. I'm going to take a rest now. I'll start reciting the lessons early tomorrow."
Seeing that the head of the household was fooled by her daughter again, Mrs. Song dared to say that if he failed the exam this year, he would have to take it again, and he would have to become a scholar whether he wanted to or not.
This is the bottom line for his daughter.
"Xiaoyu, if your father fails the exam, you can come again next time."
"Let him do it, but I think Dad will continue. He's not the type to give up."
You are afraid that you are not talking about Zhao Laosan.
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Zhao Dayong's family was in a mess. "Let me talk to you. I'll assign the work to each person. Just finish your own part every day. If others don't want to help, I won't care."
After thinking it over, he could only think of this one method.
"Dad, tell us what we should do first? How much should we do?"
Zhao Dayong wanted to strangle Dazhuzi to death, every bit of it was because of him.
"You will chop firewood once every three days, two bundles each time. You will take care of the vegetable garden, and all the crops in the fields are yours..."
"I won't do it." Dazhuzi refused without thinking. What a joke, two people farming to feed the family, forget it.
"Why don't you do it? Is the work I'm giving you too much?"
"You know clearly whether it is too much or not. If you really can't finish it, ask Zhaodi to go home and do it. Didn't she say when she came back that she is enjoying a great life in the Lin family now, and her parents-in-law won't let her do any work."
"Dazhuzi, what good would it do you if your mother and I worked ourselves to death? This is how you are filial to us after raising you?"
"Dad, I am willing to be filial to your mom, provided that you do things fairly." Dazhuzi replied seriously. The two of them were deadlocked again, and every deep conversation ended in a bad mood.
"He is your brother!"
"I am also your biological son. You said whoever is better will take over, but did you do it? Why should I do something that you yourself cannot do?"
Zhao Dayong was speechless. He thought he was fair and just, and cared about his children. If there was anything he did against his will, it was this one thing. But his eldest son just kept holding on to him.
Sanzhuzi is not doing well!
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