"So much cloth and cotton?"
The village head's wife's eyes were full of disbelief and surprise.
"Well, weigh the cotton and each person will take a spread."
"OK!"
Cotton, I never thought that I could wear a coat made of cotton in this life. You know, they can't even wear reed wool on weekdays.
Because there are no reeds on the farm.
The village head's wife is very capable and quick-witted. They live together day and night, so she knows exactly how many people are in each family and their sizes.
I cut the cloth piece by piece. At first I was hesitant to use the scissors, but after cutting a few times, it became much smoother.
"What's up, boss? Does the master have new work for us?"
When everyone came, they hunched their necks and hands and feet, crossed their arms and legs, and stomped their feet as soon as they entered the house.
After a while, they were so cold that they lost consciousness.
"Master is so kind, he took pity on us because it's so cold and we have no clothes to wear, so he said he would make a winter coat for each of us. Look, this is the cloth and cotton that was just delivered."
Zhao Dashu calculated a date and said that it would be suitable to move after the New Year, so they could only postpone their moving plans and wait until after the Lantern Festival.
After the Lantern Festival, Xiaolei Academy also started school.
"Lei Zi, are you tired of studying now? Is it harder than the training camp we had before the exam?"
He never asked about Xiao Lei Academy, fearing that he would not be used to his wife asking him to study with her and keep her company.
He had been here for so long, so what was he still not used to? He was a little curious about what the academy was like.
Are you stressed out by studying? How tired are you?
"Almost. The coursework should be even more than it was then. It was only after entering the Academy that I realized how big the gap is between us scholars and juren. I also understood why people say juren is the starting point for officialdom.
The difficulty of what we are learning now is incomparable to what we were learning before, and I am just starting out. The teacher said it will only get harder and more tiring in the future."
"Is it almost like a training camp now? Don't you train every day?"
It was so miserable. He almost collapsed during that one or two months.
"That's about right. Master said it's the same once you get used to it. I'm a little used to it now."
Xiao Lei pursed his lips. The more he learned, the less sure he was of himself. There were too many strong people. No one was inferior to them in this regard, and his talent was not much better than others.
He worked hard, as he knew many people outside his window studied until midnight every day and got up before dawn.
There are many people who are more resourceful than him, so he is actually under a lot of pressure. He is afraid that he will end up like Zhao Daye, and will not be able to earn a good life for his wife in his entire life.
You will be a burden to your family all your life and a waste of money.
"Get used to it?" Zhao Dashu clicked his tongue, the tenderness in his eyes deepening. "Once you get used to it, it's fine. Once you get used to it, it's fine."
Well, this habit is really terrible.
"Studying is important, but so is your health. Do you understand the importance of balancing work and rest?"
He knew it himself. Fortunately, he had a good physical foundation. His health after going up the mountain all year round was not comparable to that of the students who sat still all day in the school. It was just that his wife didn't let him stay up late every day, saying that studying was a long-term battle and even the strongest person couldn't stand it.
Get enough sleep, keep your mind clear, and your study efficiency will be better. It's useless to study hard when you are tired.
He is very obedient. In addition to studying every day, he also takes time to exercise for half an hour and sleeps for four hours to get enough sleep.
Every year, many people collapse during exams, exhausted. They must be so desperate, studying and working hard for years, only to be unable to endure even an exam.
After chatting for less than a quarter of an hour, Xiao Lei picked up the book he had put down again, and Zhao Dashu casually flipped through his homework.
Oh my God, he was completely in the dark. It turned out that his daughter knew him best. Being a scholar was definitely the limit of his life.
Tubo also began to understand why his elder brother failed every year. He was afraid that even if he took the exam for another few decades, he would still fail.
The threshold is really too high. A poor scholar is better than a rich juren. This "wealth" is not something that everyone can get.
On the Lantern Festival, the three women started making glutinous rice balls in the kitchen early in the morning. Zhao Xiaoyu had no problem making the glutinous rice balls not greasy.
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