"Song Niangzi, otherwise I'll send you there." Changfeng saw Song Qian and Yuan Bao coming out of the backyard, so he stepped forward and asked.

"No need, you and Ah Jin will take care of the business in the shop. I'm still steaming mung beans on the stove, so please take them down later. I went with Yuan Bao to see it and came back, it won't take long. Then we'll go first." After that, Song Qian pulled the dull-faced ingots into the carriage outside the shop.

He Yujin only spoke leisurely at this time: "Yuan Bao looks reluctant, I don't know if he will really agree to stay in the private school."

Just as he sighed, Changfeng, who was sweeping the floor, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly left a sentence after dropping the broom, saying, "Lord Jin, my prince still has urgent matters, his subordinates will leave first, and you will take care of the shop." With that, he left the shop and disappeared.

He Yujin still wanted to ask what was going on, but he didn't have a chance, so he could only pick up the broom on the ground and start cleaning.

On the way, Song Qian was still worried about Yuanbao's thoughts, so he instructed: "Yuanbao, don't be rude when you meet the master of the private school, remember?"

Although Yuan Bao was reluctant, he still knew this kind of thing, so he comforted Song Qian and said, "Mother, don't worry."

When Song Qian saw him say this, he also put down his hanging heart.

After a short drive, the carriage came to the central market of Sulou Town, in front of a very glorious academy.

After the two got out of the car, the gray-clothed scholar who was guarding the door stepped forward and asked politely, "May I ask why the two of you came?"

"I am Song Qian, the shopkeeper of the dessert shop in the city, and I made an appointment with your master earlier to bring my son to apprentice today." Song Qian stated the purpose of the trip.

The scholar looked at them cautiously, and saw that the clothes she and Yuan Bao were wearing were of good fabric, so he believed her words a little, and said with a smile: "It was the shopkeeper of Song, and the master of my courtyard told you to come, so please come with me." Then lead the way.

Song Qian had already inquired clearly before coming here, and the Confucian of this academy was a gentleman from the Hanlin Academy in Dijing, and because of his advanced age, he came here to open a private school of the academy. I heard that there are very many rules for accepting schoolchildren on weekdays, and if it is an ordinary family, it is very likely that the children will not be able to come here to study, and most of them are the sons of rich families.

But because this is the only academy in the town, Song Qian can only send the ingots here. So in order to smoothly let Yuan Bao apprentice, she also specially prepared an apprenticeship ceremony, which was the best tea she worked hard to find, and some calligraphy and painting silver taels.

What worries Song Qian now is whether these can enter the eyes of the master.

"Shopkeeper Song." The gray-clothed scholar saw that Song Qian was stunned in place, so he called out loudly and pulled back Song Qian's thoughts.

She hurriedly answered, then turned around and took the things from the carriage and followed the gray-clothed scholar into the academy.

"Shopkeeper Song, please wait here, I'll call the master." The gray-clothed scholar respectfully invited Song Qian and Yuan Bao to sit down, called someone to serve hot tea, and then retreated, going to find the master.

Song Qian took advantage of his free time to look around, and found that the furnishings here were simple, but there were many calligraphy and paintings, as well as pen inkstone play, which was very elegant.

Yuan Bao found it very boring.

Suddenly, a blue-clothed scholar outside attracted two figures, and when he saw his face clearly, Song Qian got up in shock.

It turned out to be Ji Changye and Changfeng.

How did they end up here? Song Qian thought to himself. When she just wanted to ask, Ji Changye looked away from her, her expression was very indifferent, as if they didn't know each other, and so did Changfeng.

"Please, Mr. is waiting for you in the backyard." The blue-clothed scholar didn't notice the eye contact between several people, and after saluting Song Qian, he led Ji Changye and Changfeng straight into the backyard.

Seeing this, Yuan Bao came and pulled Song Qian's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Mother, why are they here?" Did you come here to apprentice?"

"Don't make a big deal about this matter, you and I just pretend that we don't know anything, and don't mention it to others, remember the ingots." Song Qian thought that since Ji Changye didn't want to recognize her, there must be some kind of hardship, so he followed his mind and instructed Yuanbao.

Yuan Bao nodded, no

Say again.

At this moment, another blue-clothed scholar brought a mother and son into the front of the hall and said, "Please wait here, and I will go and invite the master." Look at the book

It seems that they also came to apprentice like them. So Song Qian enthusiastically accosted and said, "This lady, you are also here to apprentice?"

When Mrs. Wang heard this, she responded enthusiastically: "Yes, at this age when you should read and write, neither my father nor I know each other and can't delay the child, right? I thought that if I could get fame in the future, I would be able to glorify our ancestors, and his father and I would be able to enjoy pure blessings."

When listening to her, Song Qian noticed the coarse linen clothes on her body, as well as the scars and calluses on her hands, thinking that she was also a hard-working family.

While the scholar did not bring the master, the two chatted again, and Yuanbao soon met the children of Wang Niangzi's family and went to play together.

When she heard that Song Qian was the shopkeeper of the dessert shop, Mrs. Wang cast an envious gaze, and said faintly sadly: "It is too difficult to do business in the current world, and if you are not careful, you can lose your family."

"Listening to Mrs. Wang's words, do you want to do business in the past? What kind of business are you doing?" After Song Qian asked this, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he wrote apologetically: "It's me who is abrupt, if Wang Niangzi doesn't want to say it, she doesn't have to answer."

"Hey, what can't be said, Song Niangzi doesn't have to blame herself. My family used to open an incense hall, and I was the only one in the town, and the business was still booming, but out of nowhere, an incense hall appeared and robbed my family's business, and it was always aimed at my family. It didn't take long for my family to survive, so I had to close the façade and do some rough work in the fields to subsidize my family." Wang Niangzi sighed slightly, in fact, between her eyebrows and eyes, she could also see the infinite scenery earlier.

But the world is impermanent, and this may be their fate.

Song Qian followed her gaze to look at the two ingots who were playing there, and heard Wang Niangzi say, "This person still has to read poetry and books to have real skills, and he can go far in the future. Therefore, even if my father and I eat bran at the same time, we must let him study and become an official, so that he will not be bullied by that time."

In this world, this is indeed the way out.

"Life is impermanent, and you can get better in the future." Song Qian can only comfort Wang Niangzi so far.

Just as the two of them finished speaking, the blue-clothed scholar brought the freshly brewed tea, but before it reached the hands of Wang Niangzi, the gray-clothed scholar came back and stopped the teacup and said, "Have you forgotten the rules that were taught to you earlier?"

The blue-clothed scholar had no choice but to retreat tremblingly.

What are the rules? Seeing this, Song Qian couldn't help frowning slightly.

The gray-clothed scholar did not look at Mrs. Wang, who got up with a smile on her face, but said to Song Qian respectfully, "Shopkeeper Song, the master of my courtyard is teaching in the study hall right now, and he will be able to come soon, please wait a little longer." Come, you have tea."

After that, he personally poured tea for Song Qian.

"I'm sorry for your trouble, this is a small gift brought by the little lady, and I hope that your master will be under you." For now, it's better to get down to business first, so Song Qian gave the box he brought to the scholar.

Seeing this, the gray-clothed scholar saw that the smile on his face did not decrease but increased, and after turning around and putting it down, he said to Song Qian: "The shopkeeper of Song has a good godson, I believe that the master will gladly accept the little son, and I hope that the shopkeeper Song will be relieved."

It's not because they were given an apprenticeship. Yuan Bao had already seen through their faces, and looked at the scholar with great disdain.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wang hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "This little gentleman, can the master mention that my family Yong'an is here?" Earlier, we also came to say that the Master said that he would agree to let Yongan come to the academy as well."

When the gray-clothed scholar saw Mrs. Wang, his face immediately sank, and he said indifferently, "When did the master say this? Where did you come from?"

When Wang Niangzi heard this, she became anxious: "I belong to the Wang family in the west of the town, and Wang Yongan is my child, so the master should remember it."

The scholar was already a little impatient at this time, and he was a little driven away: "What Wang? Master has never mentioned it, and I have never heard of it, so don't talk nonsense. Come here, don't make trouble here, or I'll have you out!"

Song Qian pulled the ingots behind him and watched the scene.

"Little sir, don't kick us out. My family has already incurred a lot of debts in order to let Yongan come to study at the academy, so I can't just go back. If you are gracious, talk to the Master, and let my family stay in eternal peace." Mrs. Wang grabbed the scholar's sleeve and began to plead bitterly.

But the scholar was unmoved, but threw her away with a look of disgust and angrily reprimanded, "What kind of thing is the Wang family, how dare you spill here? Someone hasten to take her out, so that she may not disturb the hearing of the Master and the Master."

Wang Niangzi fell to the ground, Song Qian hurriedly stepped forward to help the person up, and said to the scholar in a cold voice, "How can you be so rude? All are born equal, why are you so arrogant? Not to mention insulting people, and now he is beating people. Did the Master teach you this?"

When the scholar saw that Song Qian, who was complimented by himself, also wanted to speak for Wang Niangzi from a poor family, he changed his respect and said bluntly: "It's just a poor people, what qualifications do you have to come to the academy to study, it's better to stay at home and farm. My husband and husband are both talented people who are full of poetry and books, how can they teach this kind of inferior family?" After speaking, he looked at Wang Niangzi and Wang Yongan with great disdain.

Song Qian respected the Wang family and his wife for being able to do such a situation for their children, so he was very angry at the scholar's insults.

But when Wang Niangzi was insulted, she could only grit her teeth, and still said with a pleading face, "Little sir, you can do it, let us see the master." Song Qian's heart was also very sour when he saw this.

She helped the weeping Wang Niangzi to sit down, and then looked at the scholar who relied on the prestige of her master and the reputation of Confucianism and said, "According to your words, if it weren't for the children of rich and noble families, they wouldn't be worthy of reading and writing, would they?"

At this time, the scholar did not know how to reflect, and nodded very affirmatively.

"Then I ask you, who are you to stand here? Can you say how high your father or mother are?" Song Qian's words left the scholar speechless, and he didn't know how to reply.

Seeing that he was speechless, Song Qian continued, "Since it is not, you should also leave here, and you have no right to insult Wang Niangzi and her children."

"You're arguing with words! Believe it or not, I'm going to throw you out with you!" When the scholar heard these words, he turned his face and threatened Song Qian.

But this didn't work for Song Qian, she stepped forward and said, "Okay, if you have the ability, you can drive me away. Let the people of the entire Sulou Town see how high and mighty the people of the academy are. But do you dare?"

The scholar didn't expect Song Qian to do such a thing in order to protect the Wang family, and he was dumbfounded for a while.