/./ Westinghouse's scolding made Zhang bite his lip and show a firm face, stroking his daughter's head, although he didn't say much, but he also strengthened his thoughts.

When Cheng Laohan came back with the broken bamboo sticks, he didn't know what had just happened, and when he saw that Cheng Dalang was still sitting on the kang and talking to his wife, he paused. Dalang, this autumn, you are going to take the exam, and now it is about to be spring, and there is not much time for revision.

Hearing his father speak, Cheng Dalang dared to say what he had been holding in his heart for the past few days." Dad, I want to go to the county to visit a teacher, someone to point out, and I am a little sure."

Cheng Laohan put down the bamboo stick, picked up the hookah and squatted on the ground, and smoked it. Cheng Dalang couldn't wait for his father's words, and he didn't make a sound.

If you want to apprentice, you have to come up with a decent apprenticeship, but the family is so poor, not to mention decent gifts, you can't afford a little heart, where to find silver.

Except for Cheng Lin, who is ignorant and plays on the kang, everyone else is sad. Cheng Dalang's joy brought by Xiucai is also diluted by melancholy.

"How much silver?" Cheng Laohan sighed heavily, and took the hookah aside.

Cheng Dalang lowered his head. One tael of silver is enough for the apprenticeship, and when it comes to the autumn season, it will be seven months, and it will be five taels of silver for a month and a half."

After worshipping the teacher, people have to live in the county, and they also need silver to eat, and they can't get ten taels of silver.

As soon as Cheng Dalang's words were finished, Cheng Laohan's back bent a little more, and the sorrow on his wrinkled face made him look much older.

Although the West House has been lowering his voice, but only through the middle outhouse, coupled with the choking sound of Mrs. Cheng, the East House can also hear it clearly.

She remembered a founding champion of the Qing Dynasty, and she was also a generation of famous ministers, who was born poor, had a poor family in her childhood, was gifted and intelligent, studied diligently, read a wide range of books, memorized history, and eventually became a great instrument.

Fu Yi was very smart when he was young.Three years old can recite books.Five years old memorized scriptures and history.Although his family was poor when he was young, he was diligent in his studies.Eventually he became a great tool.But look at Cheng Dalang.He and Fu Yijian are all staggered.But he is a little talent.Can't endure hardship at all.He is a selfish person.The world is big.There are many people who are stronger than him.Only the Cheng family regards him as a good one.。

It's time for Peach Blossom to pick out an advantage from Cheng Dalang, except that he looks delicate, so that there is no merit at all.

The family is so poor, he just wants to find a good place to enjoy himself, his conscience can be at ease, it can be seen how cold this person is.

Peach Blossom has already judged Cheng Dalang's cheap father in her heart.There is no movement coming out from the Westinghouse.Listening to the sound of the outhouse door.I don't have to think about it to know that it's Wang's.

"Yo, mother, what's the matter, who made you sad again." Listening to this voice, it is even more certain that Wang's is even more certain.

Mrs. Cheng wiped away her tears, just sat there, didn't even look at Wang, Wang was bored, and didn't care, bypassed Cheng Dalang, climbed onto the kang as soon as she took off her shoes, and held Cheng Lin in her arms.

Mrs. Cheng was upset, and when she looked like this, she pointed her nose and scolded. Where do you still have a little rule? Your eldest brother sits here, you take off your shoes and go to the kang, you see which lady is not ashamed like you."

Wang seemed to be smiling." I can't eat anymore.What's the use of those rules.If I can eat.,I'll pretend to be a young grandmother every day."

"If you can't eat, you won't have to eat, you won't die, you still want to be a young grandmother, and you don't want to look at your own virtue.

Wang's words undoubtedly made Mrs. Cheng's heart scold again. Wang's also hit the muzzle of the gun, provoking Mrs. Cheng's scolding.

Wang's face turned blue." I didn't say anything, why don't you be ashamed, I can't eat enough and don't let people say anything."

In front of the child and the eldest brother, he was scolded like this, and the Wang family really couldn't put that face.

"I want a face, I want a face to be able to say things like that, I can take off my shoes in front of a man."

"Why did I take off my shoes? It's better than my sister-in-law and Carpenter Li's eyebrows." Wang's anger can't stand up.

In a word, Cheng Dalang's face darkened. Originally, Wang followed his mother to talk back, which had already made Cheng Dalang dislike.

"Da Lang, what are you doing?" Mrs. Cheng was afraid that her son would trouble Carpenter Li.

I got off the kang without shoes, and when I saw my son go to the East House, I breathed a sigh of relief. You're a mouth, you've seen it, you've been with a widow all day, you'd better be a widow."

Wang hugged his son, but said to Cheng Laohan, who was silent on the ground. Father, you see my mother cursing her son."

Mrs. Cheng almost bit her tongue and glared at Wang viciously. I know you can't look at our Erlang, but you can't be so partial.That's also the root of Cheng You.All good things are big brothers.Why don't you have my Erlang's share.Why don't you let my Erlang take the Xiucai test.The same son.How can you be so partial."

Mrs. Cheng looked at her coldly." You're still wronged. You're right, both of them are my sons, and I'll let you take the test for whichever one of the showmen is taken, and it's not up to you to take the test."

Wang angrily threw the son in his arms onto the kang, Cheng Lin was hurt, and he cried with a wow.

She cursed. Crying, crying, crying, you're a laborer, and you don't keep your mouth shut."

When Mrs. Cheng saw that her grandson was beaten, how could she agree, hugged her grandson, and picked up the broom from behind her and crackled it on Wang's body from anywhere.

"Murder." Wang is a faceless man, a pain, who cares about that, yelling.

When Mrs. Cheng heard this, the strength in her hand was even greater. This broom was made by herself in the countryside, and it was made of sorghum ears after being removed.