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"Um!"

"Get down and go to the yard to practice for your father." Luo Ping stretched out his hand and picked up Luo Xin from the kang.

"Let go!" Luo slapped Luo Ping angrily, hugged Luo Xin in his arms, and stared at him, "Xiner's illness has not yet been cured. Do you want to kill Xiner?"

Luo Ping rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "Forgot, hehe, forgot."

Luo stared at Luo Ping again, put Luo Xin on the kang, and touched Luo Xin with regret and said, "Xin'er, your father didn't hurt you, right?"

"without!"

"That... Xiner, where is your master? What about the master who taught you Guan Dao? Although our family is poor, we have to invite your master to have a meal."

"My master is missing!"

"Missing?" Luo Ping was stunned.

"Yes!" Luo Xin lit his little head and said seriously: "I went to find the master, but the master disappeared. When he came back, he thought about the sword technique and accidentally fell into the river."

Luo Ping rubbed his hands habitually again and said, "Then has your master ever said that this sword technique will not be allowed to be published?"

"No!"

Luo Ping rubbed his hands again and said, "Dad first makes two swords for you. Wait until you are healthy, practice for your father to see."

"Yeah!" Luo Xin nodded, and then said seriously: "Dad, this sword technique is only passed on to Dad and Big Brother."

Luo Xin is not a generous person. Grandpa can destroy his elder brother because of the Luo family gun. Why should he pass the sword to his grandfather or uncle's family?

"Yes! This is what the letter got. In the future, it will be our family's unique skills. It cannot be taught to others." Luo said with regret.

Luo Ping's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but although he was an honest man, he did not have a temper. Although he did not resent his father, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. After all, Luo Qing was his son and almost got rid of his arm. He would not feel comfortable when he put it on anyone, so he nodded and said:

"Of course. Xiner, you should take care of your illness and wait until you get better before practicing martial arts. Then let your father know that my son is no worse than the elder brother's family."

Luo Qing, who was beside him, clenched his fists, his little face was full of stubbornness, and his eyes were flashing with a longing light, as if the scene of him defeating Luo Sheng was happening in front of him.

"Dad, I don't want to practice martial arts, I want to study."

As soon as Luo Xin said the words, the room calmed down, and Luo Qing felt even more discouraged. In his heart, he thought that the most enjoyable thing to practice martial arts, reading... how boring!

"Xin'er, what did you say?" Luo Ping looked at his youngest son in disbelief. How could he not understand his son? Although he was not as addicted to martial arts as Qing'er, he was also a person who liked to practice martial arts. He had never heard of him wanting to study. What's wrong today? He was confused?

"I want to read!" Although Luo Xin's voice was tender, his expression was extremely serious.

Luo Ping and Luo looked at each other. Both of them knew that studying was the right way, but reading... was the thing their son could do?

That's what Wenquxing's fate can do!

Let's talk about it...

I can’t afford to pay slap in my family!

There were official schools in the Ming Dynasty, but they could not open small villages like them. Shu Xiu originally referred to the ceremony of apprenticeship, usually ten pieces of dried meat. However, in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, Shu Xiu had become the main source of living for private school teachers. He collected not only dried meat, but also grain, usually 80 to 120 kilograms of wheat, equivalent to copper coins for about 500 cents a year.

There is an old scholar in Shanglin Village who runs a private school. A child has to collect 100 kilograms of wheat a year, which is equivalent to 500 coins for copper coins. This is definitely a huge burden for Luo Ping's family, and it is not considered the four treasures of the study. Luo family hugged Luo Xin in his arms and sobbed.

"Xin'er, I can't afford to pay Shu Xiu at home, I'm sorry for you."

Luo Ping sat on the stool, buried his face in his hands and said, "It's my dad who is incompetent."

"Dad, mom, I can earn my own training."

"You earn it yourself?" Luo Ping and Luo looked at Luo Xin in surprise.

"Well! I'll catch some birds to sell in the county." Luo Xin's eyes showed hopeful eyes: "Dad, can the restaurants in the county be collected?"

"Cake it!" Luo Ping said with a hint of bitterness on his face: "But the price is very low, five for one cent."

Luo Xin calculated it in his heart and couldn't help but curse: "Damn, this is too dark. Five hundred people are two thousand five hundred birds. Well, I don't believe that I can't catch two thousand five hundred birds this winter."

"Tomorrow, Qing'er and I will go to the mountains to hunt." Luo Ping's expression became firm and said, "How can I earn the Shu Xiu from Xin'er's reading?"

"His father, studying is not a matter of one or two years." Luo said softly. She also wanted Luo Xin to study in her heart, but she didn't have much information in her heart.

"Try it for the previous year, the child has never made any requests." Luo Ping's eyes fell on Luo Xin's face: "Xin'er, if you can't read anything within a year..."

"Dad, don't worry, if I can't read anything within a year, I will not mention the word "reading" again."

"Okay! Maybe my son is Wenquxing, hahaha..."

The next morning, Luo Ping and his son walked into the mountain with the morning dew. Luo Xin was not idle either. He tied a wooden stick with a rope and supported a large dustpan. Then he asked for a handful of millet to sprinkle it on the dustpan and lowered it. He pulled the rope all the way to the window, then went into the house and lay on the windowsill, opened a crack in the window, held one end of the rope in his hand, and stared at the dustpan.

Luo also sat on the kang with a small dustpan and sewed his clothes. He occasionally glanced at his youngest son. No mother didn't want his son to be successful. Looking at his son, Luo Xin, wearing a Confucian robe, seemed to appear in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Bang!"

A sound in the yard woke Mr. Luo from his fantasy, and he saw his son jumping off the kang in a hurry and running outward. Mr. Luo also hurriedly put down the dustpan and ran out with him. Then he saw that the large dustpan had covered the ground and the sound of birds singing came from inside.

"I've really caught it!"

Luo was even happier than his son, and helped Luo Xin grab the birds one by one. Every time he grabbed one, Luo tied the bird's legs with a rope and grabbed nine in total. The mother and son happily supported the dustpan again, then returned to the house, and continued to wait for the birds to come down to find food.

This time I waited a lot longer, and the birds on the branches became much more alert. After three quarters of an hour passed, Luo Xin caught it again, but this time he only caught five birds. When he set up the dustpan for the third time, no more birds were willing to come down to find food.

Looking at his son's anxious appearance, Luo smiled and said, "Xin'er, have you heard the birds yelling in the tree? They are reminding other birds not to come down. You will not be able to catch birds in the yard in the future."

"Then I'll go outside." Luo Xin jumped off the kang.

"Xin'er, your body is not well-behaved yet, so you dare not go outside to catch a cold." Luo was shocked.

"It's okay, mom, I'll wear more."

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