"Brother Jie'er, you're back!" The eldest sister shouted when she saw the boy.

But the boy just nodded, and when he passed by them, he didn't even look at them and just walked straight over, Xie Yanqing was stunned.

Rural people call people when they meet to show politeness.

From an early age, he was taught to shout when he saw someone he knew, and when someone he didn't know met in the village, he also called uncle, uncle, and other children in the village did the same.

That's why I was surprised today when I met such a maverick. However, what surprised him even more was that her sister was not angry at the boy without replying.

"Sister, who is that?" Xie Yanqing couldn't help but ask.

"He is the grandson of our village chief, and now he is studying in the town, and he only has a vacation once a month, so it's normal for you not to know." The eldest sister said with a smile.

"Sister, if he doesn't reply to you, aren't you angry?" Xie Yanqing asked curiously.

"He's a scholar, but it's not something we can compare, how can he talk to us farmers, didn't he just nod to us?" The eldest sister said with admiration.

The legendary scholar had a high status in ancient times, and Xie Yanqing always saw it today.

After returning home, Xie Yanqing couldn't forget the scene that happened today.

Didn't he always think about what he would do when he grew up, and now a good career was in front of him?

He had studied for more than ten years in his previous life, and he was still a history major, and in his junior year in his previous life, his school carried out a "good and bad ancient and modern articles" evaluation activity.

In order to get the scholarship and make a good impression on the teachers, he got a scholarship, but what about studying the eight strands of literature and making pairs and poems?

Although the level is not high, but at least the beginner ah, know the eight-strand text format, plus modern pinyin such a cheat he took a big advantage!

What's more, he also memorized some excellent eight-strand texts, and he still remembers some of them.

For example, he once memorized all the eight model essays in Deng Yunxiang's Qing Dynasty Bagu Essay, after all, he used these to debate on stage.

Although I can't remember it clearly, I still wrote down the general meaning and famous sentences.

As for calligraphy, he wanted to laugh when he said this, because in high school he heard from his teacher that he was going to learn calligraphy in college, and he practiced calligraphy every day in the summer after his junior year of high school.

Therefore, although his brush writing is not styled, it can at least be said that the size of the writing is consistent and neat, so that people can see it at a glance.

Thinking of this, Xie Yanqing really couldn't suppress the strong desire to read in his heart.

He has always believed that farming is not a good job, and it is very hard.

In modern times, even some of those high-efficiency machines are half tired and half dead every time they harvest crops, let alone in ancient times.

Xie Yanqing, who has experienced the hard work of farming, really doesn't want to go through it again.

After dinner in the evening, Xie Yanqing ran to his parents' house, wandering around for a long time but didn't know how to speak.

In modern times, it is very difficult to train a student under so many preferential conditions, let alone ancient times, and their family conditions are not good.

If you want to provide for a scholar, you must raise the strength of the whole family, and now the third uncle has not yet married, and it will cost a lot of money to marry, and the second uncle's family and his own family will have children born from time to time, and they will have a large sum of silver, so the conditions of the family really do not allow a scholar.

But Xie Yanqing was really unwilling in his heart.