Sun Ergou's life is not easy at home. He can't even eat, and his family doesn't care whether he is alive or not.
If it was said that Sun Ergou had not had enough to eat and was treated harshly, Jiang Michia had only heard about it, but since Sun Ergou arrived at the workshop, Jiang Michia had actually seen it.
No one from Sun Ergou's family ever came to see him, nor did they buy him any clothes.
It seems that Sun Ergou has nothing to do with the family.
Sun Ergou was probably reluctant to go back to such a home to celebrate the New Year.
Jiang Michia thought for a while and waved to Sun Ergou, "What are you doing standing there? Dumplings are about to be cooked at home. Come over and eat."
Obviously, I want to invite him to celebrate the New Year together.
Sun Ergou's eyes suddenly felt a little hot, but he still scratched his head, "Sister Xiaoxia, I..."
He still wanted to go home and take a look.
After all, it is home. Although she is a stepmother, her father is her biological father, and that is where he grew up.
Today was New Year's Eve, so he decided to go back and take a look no matter what.
Jiang Michia saw that Sun Ergou, who was usually decisive in doing things, was hesitant in speaking now, and roughly guessed what he was thinking.
"Go quickly. If you have dumplings at home, eat them at home. If not, there are enough dumplings here." Jiang Michia said.
The impact of the original family on people is fatal and far-reaching, and it can also make people hate and hate them.
But even so, people are emotional animals, and deep down in their hearts, they still have certain fantasies and some attachment to their original family.
Sun Ergou is probably no exception.
Jiang Michia understood and felt it was reasonable.
Seeing Jiang Michia say this, Sun Ergou seemed to have found a backbone, and his original hesitation disappeared. He only nodded happily, "I understand, Sister Xiaoxia."
After saying that, like a gust of wind, he disappeared from Jiang Michia's sight.
This kid is still frizzy.
Jiang Michia closed the door of the workshop, locked it, and then completely opened the door that he had left open.
The door must be kept secure.
After finishing cleaning up, Jiang Michia went to the courtyard to continue pulling the wheat straw.
This year's New Year's Eve is the coldest time of the year.
The north wind is not strong, but because it is cold enough, even the slightest wind blowing on the face is like a knife cutting.
Sun Ergou was running back. He was wearing thick clothes and running fast. His whole body felt very hot. There were even beads of sweat on his forehead, which made him not feel cold at all.
Snowflakes suddenly fell.
The small snowflakes were sparse at first, and then gradually became dense.
When Sun Ergou arrived at the entrance of Sunjiazhuang Village, a layer of white snow had already accumulated on the ground.
Panting all the way, Sun Ergou's speed changed to a brisk walk after entering the village.
On New Year's Eve, red lanterns are hung at the door of every house, and Sun Ergou's house is no exception.
Looking at the home he had not returned to for a long time, Sun Ergou felt a strange feeling in his heart. After a pause, he picked up his steps again.
Just when he was only ten steps away from the door of his home, the door that was originally half-open was slammed shut, followed by the rustling sound of the door bolt being inserted.
"Dad, brother is not back yet."
"Don't worry about him." It was my father's voice.
"He has climbed a high branch now and is eating and drinking hot food outside all day long. His food is better than ours, and his clothes are better than yours. I heard that he even gets a lot of wages every month. He has not been able to do anything for so many months. I am thinking about sending some wages home and honoring my parents, but I already have this family in my heart, so why do I care about him?"
The stepmother probably felt annoyed. She took a sip first, and then cursed, "I told you a long time ago that this bastard is just a white-eyed wolf who has not been raised well. You still don't believe it, but now do you?"
"It's really a waste of time to raise this thing. From now on, I will just pretend that I don't have him!"
The sounds coming from across the yard were gradually drowned out by the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.
Sun Ergou raised his head, and there was snow falling on his face, which was ice cold.
He reached out and wiped his face, but there was not a single tear in his eyes.
The outcome has already been guessed, so there is probably nothing to be sad about.
Sun Ergou stamped his feet, shook off the excess snow on his body, and breathed hot air on his hands, which were stiff from the cold due to being exposed outside.
It's getting late. I have to go back quickly. I can't delay eating dumplings.
Sun Ergou raised his feet and ran faster than when he came.
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New Year is lively and busy.
The New Year worships from the first day of the lunar month to the sixth day of the lunar month, and it finally stops on the seventh day of the lunar month.
On the eighth day of the lunar month, the shops open for business, and after the fifteenth day, the year is completely over.
The academy opens on the seventeenth day of the first lunar month.
On the first day of school, the Master first checked everyone's homework.
After checking for a day, Mencius's brows furrowed deeper than the ravine.
Sure enough, we can't hold out too much hope.
After all, the group of students couldn't remember the instructions given during the weekdays, and they couldn't expect anything during the holidays. At most, they wouldn't forget as much as he expected, and they wouldn't forget it so quickly.
It wasn't until he saw the rhymed poems and silently written test papers handed in by Song Jingyun that his eyes suddenly lit up.
The poems are mediocre and not very outstanding, but they are more than adequate for the examination. The most important thing is the recitation and annotation of the Four Books and Five Classics. They are written skillfully and fluently, with neat handwriting and no traces of alteration.
That's enough!
When everyone lets him down, Song Jingyun will never let him down.
Mencius, who was worried because of the homework handed in by others, heard that the gloom in his heart dissipated completely, and he became happy.
Zhang Wenbin looked at Meng Ziyi with his hands behind his back, his chin raised, his eyes wishing they could grow to the top of his head, and the pen in his hand paused.
Looking at the homework in his hands that made him angry to death, Zhang Wenbin frowned.
Should he have fought hard to make Song Jingyun his student?
After all, having someone to worry about is a great comfort.
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The county government issued a notice for the county examination. Those who meet the conditions and need to take the county examination must complete the registration at the county government's ceremony room within ten days.
Meng Ziting and Zhang Wenbin took students from Hongle Academy who needed to take the county examination to register, and then prepared personal confessions, mutual guarantees, recognizance, etc. for the county government to conduct inspections and assessments.
After the relevant procedures were completed and the county government approved and announced the list of candidates, Meng Ziting and Zhang Wenbin began to fully assist the students preparing to take the exam.
Song Jingyun is much more diligent than before. Jiang Michia can see that when he comes back every day, the time he spends studying has changed from a quarter of an hour to half an hour.
And before going to bed, Song Jingyun would also lie on the bed and stare blankly for half an hour.
Sometimes Jiang Michia called him, but he didn't even hear him.
Jiang Michia was quite interested in this behavior of her little son-in-law.
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