Su Qingluan didn't expect that Su Guangfu would react so much to her casual words, and was stunned for a moment.
It was Yang who came to his senses first, tugged on Su Guangfu's short brown sleeves to smooth things over and said, "Hey, why are you so cruel? Da Ya just said it casually..."
Su Guangfu has always been as kind and gentle as Yang, but this time he was uncharacteristically stern: "Is this something you can say casually?! She is not our young lady now. We farmers, if she is like this She speaks so freely that we can’t even protect her!”
Although his tone was stern, he still kept his voice very low and glanced outside from time to time, just in case someone heard him.
Yang also lowered his voice and said to Su Qingluan: "Big girl, please don't say this outside. It will cause you to lose your head!"
Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan were still young, so naturally they couldn't understand the meaning of their parents' words. But Su Qingluan's soul is an adult with normal thinking ability, and he immediately understood what they meant.
Su Qingluan had learned before that in the "Sheng Dynasty" she traveled to, salt was strictly controlled by the government from mining to sales, so privately refining coarse salt and then reselling it like she just said was absolutely not allowed.
What's more, if she once revealed the method of preparing refined salt, it would inevitably cause everyone to buy the cheap coarse salt, while the high-priced refined salt would be unsaleable.
The interests of the salt merchants were affected, and she was just an ordinary citizen. Where could she get good fruit to eat?
Wanting to understand the key, Su Qingluan suddenly came back to his senses. A thin layer of cold sweat formed on his back. The evening breeze blew it, making him feel chilly instantly.
Su Qingluan put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said softly to Su Guangfu and Yang: "My parents taught me a lesson because my daughter made a mistake."
Seeing that Su Qingluan knew that he was wrong, Su Guangfu raised his hand and touched the top of her hair and said, "Mom and dad just hope you are safe."
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit dull, Mrs. Yang quickly said, "Hey, daddy, you said that our eldest daughter seems to have a talent for cooking. She can make any dish better than me! Eat more!" "
Su Guangfu nodded, picked up another chopstick and said in a low voice: "As long as we don't sell this salt, it's okay to use it privately." He then told the other two children not to talk too much outside.
There are no elders in the Su family, and Su Guangfu and his wife have straightforward personalities, so there is no red tape at the dinner table such as "eating without talking or sleeping without talking".
The family talked and laughed, and after a while the atmosphere became lively again. Yang took a sip of the soup and said, "Auntie Zhou, the head of the village, told me that her cousin is pretty sure of taking the exam this fall."
Su Guangfu nodded: "That child studies well."
Mrs. Yang glanced at her eldest daughter's bright and beautiful side face and sighed: "It's a pity that Da Ya just recognized her. Otherwise, it would be a good marriage to make peace with Aunt Zhou."
Su Qingluan almost spit out a mouthful of beans and rice when he heard this: Is there any mistake? Her current biological age is only thirteen, so she is in a hurry to get married? !
Seeing her eldest daughter's dumbfounded look, Ms. Yang smiled and said, "Is this child shy?"
She is not shy, is she frightened? ! Su Qingluan was speechless and choked.
"Mother..." She really didn't know how to tell an ancient person that thirteen was not the right age to enter into marriage.
It just so happens that in this era, there are many girls who get engaged at the age of thirteen or four, and get married and have children at the age of fifteen or sixteen. If you are still unable to get married at the age of twenty, you will be called "old girl" by your neighbors and fellow villagers.
Mrs. Yang gently patted the back of Su Qingluan's hand: "It doesn't matter. When there is a chance, my mother will help you."
"Mom, I'm not in a hurry." Thank you, but don't make any fuss.
"How can we not be in a hurry?" Mrs. Yang obviously didn't think so. "You will be fourteen in the next year. Although your parents want to keep you for a few more years, it is always better to make a decision early - my daughter cannot marry a rough man. Nomura man, I want to marry a well-educated husband, and I will enjoy happiness from now on."
Ms. Yang's thinking was simple. Her daughter was as beautiful as a flower and had been pampered for more than ten years. She was reluctant to let her daughter endure hardship.
Compared to Yang's eagerness, Su Guangfu was much calmer: "There's nothing wrong with the horoscope. What if the child wins the test, will people like us?"
Mrs. Yang was always protective of her shortcomings, so she was a little unhappy when Su Guangfu said that. Just when she was about to reply, Xue Yan, who was sitting beside her, asked confusedly: "Mother, is that person more knowledgeable than Mr. Mu?"
"Tch, how is that possible!" Su Xuanhe said in a rather disdainful tone, "Mr. Mu is a more knowledgeable person than Master Zhou!"
Master Zhou Su Qingluan knew that he was a teacher living in the village. It is said that Master Zhou was successful as a young man, won the imperial examination at a young age, and became an official.
However, he was dismissed from office for unknown reasons a few years ago and returned to this small Huaxi Village to work as a teacher, living off a modest salary.
Yang had previously told Su Guangfu that if he could collect enough money to cultivate in the next year, he would send Su Xuanhe to Master Zhou to study.
When Su Qingluan heard this, she pinched her brother's cheek in a funny way and said with a smile: "You can't even write your own name, but you know if others are knowledgeable?"
Su Xuanhe tried his best to hide to the side, trying to escape from Sister A's demonic claws: "Everyone in the village said so, even Master Zhou said so! If you don't believe me, ask your parents!"
"That's true. I heard that Mr. Zhou insisted on competing with Mr. Mu." Yang laughed, "This incident was one of the most lively in the area back then. I heard that even the county magistrate was alarmed. .”
Su Guangfu also nodded in affirmation: "We are rough people and can't understand what was being compared. We just competed for many days in the largest restaurant in town, 'Hongfu Tower'."
"In those days, not to mention the 'Hongfu Tower' was full of guests, and the whole town became lively. Master Zhou was the first person to be elected in every village in the country! But Mr. Mu was so young at the time that he won over him!"
Yang talked about the lively scene that was crowded with people as if in a script, and then sighed, "It's a pity that Mr. Mu's body is... Otherwise, someone with such a great education must have a rich future!"
After speaking, he sighed heavily, with infinite regret.
Because of this family routine, Su Qingluan inevitably developed a curiosity about "Mr. Mu" - a learned man admired by the whole family, even surpassing Master Zhou who had been promoted to an official, but he was not seen because of his frailty and illness.
Instantly, the image of a down-and-out scribe with a scrawny look, a desolate look, and gray hair on his temples appeared in her mind.
But she didn't expect that when she actually saw this person, he would be completely different from the image she imagined.
