"Second brother, since your brother is about to enter the academy to study, then you come and tell your father, 'Whatever you take, you will know. With the appropriate, take the less. What do these two sentences mean? ”

Zhang Xinghe: "......" is not a father, why did you suddenly take the exam for your son?

He thought so, but he still got into thought, trying to answer his father's question.

It's a pity that Zhang Xinghe, who only learned "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Character Text", really hasn't heard these two sentences.

No matter how hard he tried, he didn't dare to say this.

He looked at his father uneasily: "Father, son...... The son is incompetent, and he doesn't quite understand what this means? ”

Zhang Yiming didn't respond to him directly, but said lightly: "I won't help you explain it for my father first." You have only memorized these words, and you have taken them to heart. ”

"When your third brother invites Master Song to come to the house, the father will immediately help you talk about it, and then learn carefully from the master in the academy, and you will understand sooner or later."

"Of course, you can also wait for your third brother to come home and ask him for advice to see if he knows."

Listening to his father's majestic words, Zhang Xinghe only felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the heavenly spirit cover, which was indescribably terrifying.

"My son wrote it down."

Zhang Xinghe lowered his head uneasily, "The son will ask the master for the meaning of this." ”

……

Feng Yin didn't know about the conversation between the father and son behind her, and at this moment she entered the mule and horse market with her eldest son, and the smell inside was a little stronger.

choked her already bad face, and turned even paler.

Although Feng Yin was also an orphan in her previous life, the orphanage that adopted her was in the city, and she had never been to such a down-to-earth place.

It's understandable that I can't adapt for a while.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Zhang Qiubai saw that his mother's face was pale, and couldn't help but get nervous, "Mother, why don't you go back to the car to rest, and your son can go in and buy cattle." ”

Feng Yin waved her hand and said, "Okay, the old lady is not so fragile." ”

While speaking, his footsteps did not stop, but he increased his speed.

Since she couldn't stand the smell, she had to make a quick decision, and she would be fine if she was done and left.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiubai hurriedly followed: "Mother, I heard from the village chief that the cheapest cattle now cost eight taels of silver, and our family ......."

Feng Yin glanced at him lightly: "Boss, haven't you settled the accounts these days?" ”

Zhang Qiubai: What is the account of "......"? My son doesn't know how to settle accounts.

"Your second brother knows this money, and our family will be able to earn it back soon, why don't you count it?"

Feng Yin was a little anxious about this son's brain, which would not turn, "When you just came in, didn't your second brother remind you to come." ”

Zhang Qiubai's eyes rolled, and he quickly summed up, but said with a smile in his mouth: "Mother, isn't my son still worried about his father's injury and your body." ”

You must know that he personally grabbed his father's medicine these times, and he knows very well how much silver he gives away each time.

Feng Yin's footsteps didn't stop, but his tone was not good: "What's the matter, the old lady drinks the side tonic, and you feel sorry for the silver?" ”

"Nope."

Zhang Qiubai felt that he really couldn't communicate with his mother, so he hurriedly explained, "My son is just afraid that he will spend too much money, and he won't have money to get medicine for his father." ”

"My son is really worried about his father's body, and he doesn't mean anything else."

Feng Yin glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "It's good that I don't mean anything else, otherwise my mother and your father can completely dispense with your filial piety." ”

"Mother, just spare your son, my son really doesn't mean anything else."

Zhang Qiubai listened to his mother's words, and was so frightened that cold sweat came out, and he quickly reflected on himself, "It's because my son is not good, I didn't make it clear." ”