Four days have passed since the victory of Lao Tao’s family. Tomorrow is the day when the school in Shuikou Township officially begins.

Taozhu Village is just a little bigger than a palm. No matter what kind of thing a family has had, it can't hide it. The Tao family has lost face this time and is unwilling to make a statement. Unfortunately, this kind of thing is not something they can cover up just by wanting.

In addition, in recent days, Fang Cuilan has visited and chatted with various names, and the embarrassing stories about the old Tao family that day soon spread in the village.

This is the first time that Zhu Xiujin has been learning more than three years ago, and Tao Zhu Village has caused a big sensation.

The Zhu family in the village naturally felt extremely glorious. Whenever someone surnamed Tao met, he could straighten his back and make a few jokes.

The villagers with the surname Tao were surprised. Tao Sheng's studies have always been the top student in the village. Under the deliberate publicity of the Tao family, this matter has spread all over the countryside. When talking about it outside, it is not only the pride of Taozhu Village, but also the pride of the old Tao family and a group of villagers in the surname Tao.

Although they are all from the same village, it is still the Guangrong of the surname Tao. When villagers surnamed Zhu talk about it in the village, they always feel a bit sour.

However, a collection of Zhu in the village was released, which made the villagers of Zhu proud for many years. At that time, in Taozhu Village, no one knew the scenery of Zhu's surname. The villagers of Tao were also envious and jealous for many years behind their backs.

However, the feng shui changed. Since Zhu Daquan passed away, the power of the village returned to the Tao family. There was a dispute among the neighbors of the village, helping the poor and the needy, and relying on the help of Taocun's family.

Every year when the tenants in the field work, Tao Village is coming out to gather and coordinate and connect with clerks sent by the county and townships.

Over time, the Lao Tao family gave the villagers a feeling that they had a deep relationship with the county. In the eyes of the villagers, the Lao Tao family was equivalent to half of the government and was increasingly respected and respected by the villagers.

So this time I heard that Zhu Xiaolang made a big splash in the Tao family, which caused a shock in the village as soon as possible and immediately became the core topic of the fields of Taozhu Village.

After all, this is also an impact on the status of the largest household in the Lao Tao family. Based on the principle of benefiting from the same surname, many villagers of Zhu visited each other in recent days. Fang Cuilan insisted on pulling Zhu Xiu to carry out reception work, and her face was so thrusting.

Zhu Xiu couldn't stand it and protested on the grounds of affecting his studies. Fang Cuilan suddenly woke up and stopped.

This incident was lively for a while and the villagers also knew that the contest between the two village school children was not enough to affect the status and sort of Zhu family and Tao family in the village.

After all, there is more than one Tao Sheng in the Tao family, and another county student Tao Chang, who is a talented man who is well-known in the entire Zhushan County.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, my elder sister Zhu Hong put on her manly outfit again, and put on a long knife around her waist, saying that she would arrive in Fangling County a few days earlier to get a job, and try to travel to Huainan with the merchants and goods companies a few more trips to Huainan.

Her younger brother's performance at the Tao family that day gave Zhu Hong a great encouragement and also regained her confidence in Zhu Xiu's journey to school entrance exams.

What comes with it is the pressure of future life.

When he came back that night, Zhu Xiu saw Fang Cuilan and Zhu Hong hiding in the house. The mother and daughter surrounded the yellow candles as thick as half a little finger and muttered for most of the night.

Zhu Xiu slashed the wall for a while, and the content of the conversation he overheard was all about his future study exam.

Once Zhu Xiu enters the county school and lives and studies in the county town, the expenses will increase exponentially. For the old Zhu family, this is a very heavy burden.

My mother and elder sister also considered that if Zhu Xiu could not enter the state school before the age of nineteen in the future, he would have to prepare for the Fangshan Academy exam. This would be a long-term tug-of-war that would take more than ten years.

Not to mention the relatively high costs of Fangshan Academy, as Zhu Xiu grows older in the future, whether in life or socializing among students, it will require a lot of money to support him.

Zhu Xiu even heard that his mother and elder sister discussed that if he could not enter the state school and could not get into Fangshan Academy before the age of 25, he would ask him to go home and get married first, pass on the family line for the Zhu family, and leave it to talk about it later.

This was also the way Zhu Daquan took back then.

Putting aside the luck element, Zhu Xiu understood that Zhu Daquanneng broke out after many years of silence, and was admitted to Fangshan Academy and the tribute Juren one after another, which was inseparable from his hard work and diligence.

With Zhu Xiu's original hard work and talent, this path of his father may not be able to work. In the end, it would probably be a fate that would be a lonely ending for everyone.

If you are lucky, you can become a lecturer in a village school like Liu Da and have a livelihood to support your family.

The more Zhu Xiu heard it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He went back to the room and lay on the bed, covering his head in the mattress. When he thought of Fang Cuilan sighing in silence, he whispered in a low voice, "Biao'er, I'm sorry for you sisters for your mother...", he had the urge to burst into tears in an instant.

The eldest sister is seventeen years old this year, and the second and third sisters are in their 20s. Most girls of the same age in the village have made marriages, and there are many people who have gotten married.

From beginning to end, the Zhu family never made any arrangements for the major life events of their three sisters. It’s not that Fang Cuilan is not in a hurry, but because of the current dilemma of the Zhu family, they cannot afford any additional expenses.

When Zhu Daquan was studying at Fangshan Academy, some people from neighboring villages and towns asked matchmakers to come to get married. As soon as the news that Zhu Daquan was admitted to the township tribute man came out, even the wealthy families in the county and prefecture wanted to marry the Zhu family.

But when something happened to Zhu Daquan, the matchmakers disappeared in the blink of an eye. Everyone in the neighboring village knew what the Zhu family was like, and gradually there was no sound.

After a while, Zhu Ju's daughter seemed to have become a big burden, and no one dared to mess with her. Her three sisters were in their prime, but their marriage was not yet settled.

Zhu Xiu understood that to a large extent, he delayed the three sisters, and the three sisters had no regrets. They tried their best to support him in studying with Fang Cuilan, which made him feel even more guilty.

What made Zhu Xiu most regretful and angry was that Zhu Xiu, who was originally unaware of the hard work and price his whole family had paid for him. Instead, he always held the halo of the late father's hometown tribute juren, believing that he was superior to others, and was scattered and waiting to die.

"Zhu Xiu, Zhu Xiu... You are such a bastard!"

Zhu Xiu covered the mattress, scolded himself with a grudge, and punched him twice in his heart.

That night, Zhu Xiu lost insomnia.

The mother and mother sent Zhu Hong to the entrance of the village and bid farewell reluctantly. After returning home, Zhu Xiu crawled back into the house without saying a word, spread out his books and ink on the low square table, moved a small stool and sat upright, burying his head and writing quickly.

Fang Cuilan looked in her eyes, feeling relieved, tiptoed to do housework, be careful not to make any noise, so as not to disturb her son's study.

Zhu Xiu frowned, biting the pen in his mouth, looking at the piece of paper in front of him, he thought about it carefully, shook his head and nodded, some of which vetoed the words "To be determined". After fiddling for a while, no idea could be put into practice.

"Without the investment of original capital, even if Mr. Zhu has the power of natural craftsmanship, he will be a skilled woman who can't cook without rice!" Zhu Xiu moaned in pain with his forehead, folded a few pieces of thin paper with a sad face.

When I opened a book called "Shangshu Jing·Volume 1" published during the Yonghui period, the edges of the book were slightly rolled up, and the paper was old but there was no damage. It can be seen how much Zhu Daquan cared for these books that he had read countless times back then.

The most valuable property of the Old Zhu family is the wall behind Zhu Xiu, two three-layer bookshelf that are as tall as a man and five or six feet long.

Books these days are so expensive. If you weren’t a real scholar, who would spend a lot of money to buy a bunch of classics that you can’t eat or produce at home?

Zhu Daquan, who was thrifty and frugal, spent most of his savings on buying books back then, which was also the most precious wealth left to Zhu Xiu by his father.

Every time Fang Cuilan cleans the bookshelf, she will be afraid of destroying these delicate books. Facing the two shelves, Fang Cuilan, who is rough and foliage, will instinctively develop a sense of solemnity, caution, and a sense of awe.

The first page of "Shangshu Jing·Volume 1" is a poem about the Han Dynasty Yuefu, written by Zhu Daquan.

Zhu Xiu is of course very familiar with this popular poem, but when he saw the signature on the left, Zhu Xiu couldn't help but twitch in the corner of his eyes...

"I give my son a literary talent, I hope to be diligent and always remember it."

Zhu Xiu never expected that his father would pick up his words early. From this admonishment poem and the word "Wencai", Zhu Xiu could deeply understand his father's deep expectations for him.

"Zhu...wen...cai..." Zhu Xiu frowned, and he always felt that the word was a bit difficult to speak.

After taking a nap after lunch, Zhu Xiu continued to think hard at his desk to improve the situation of the Zhu family in the shortest time.

Fang Cuilan poked her head out of the house and called out in a soft voice. Zhu Xiu calmly held up the "Shangshu Jing·Volume 1", then looked up and smiled and said, "What's the matter for mother to call her children?"

Fang Cuilan rubbed her hands and said a little embarrassedly: "It's nothing to do... It's just that Dayong's wife ran away yesterday and said that Zhu Daming's wife quarreled with his mother and was uneasy at home. She asked me to go there today to mediate and mediate. My mother was idle and went out for a walk, so she wouldn't bother to tinker at home and stir up your tranquility."

Zhu Xiu nodded and smiled, "Mother wants to go, so go, the child stays at home by himself, it's okay."

Fang Cuilan was happy and immediately picked up the stick of eyebrows and carried it on her shoulder, and said, "Then let's leave for my mother! If you come back late, beloved, please put a bowl of noodles yourself!" Then she slammed the door and left.

Zhu Xiu responded, laughed and shook his head. His mother was so idle that she would not be allowed to go out for a few trips to the house.

In addition, the Zhu family has gained face recently, and there is a dispute at the family of a villager surnamed Zhu. He also remembers Fang Cuilan, the mistress of the Zhu family, and comes to ask her to go over and reconcile.

Fang Cuilan felt happy and was happy to be the rural mediator. She could also talk about the situation of Lao Tao’s family that day.

Zhu Xiu was quiet and comfortable at home alone, sitting under the eaves and continuing to think about where to start with the way to make money.

"Bang bang bang bang~" A short but subtle knock on the door sounded. Zhu Xiu came back to his senses, got up to open the yard door, and subconsciously looked up at the wall of the yard, complaining in his heart that no one would jump in directly this time with his wings spreading his hands!

When he opened the door bolt, Zhou Jincai was sweating and anxious.

"Mr. Zhou has an important matter, so I specially come to ask Zhu Xiaolang for help!"
Chapter completed!