Tianrui climbed up happily: "Thank you, uncle."
Lin Laoer nodded and said with a smile: "I recently learned to recite poems from brother Tianci. How is your learning going?"
Before Tian Rui had time to reply, Lin Silang became interested and said loudly and proudly.
"My third brother can read very quickly. He can now recite more than a dozen poems and can also write the names of our family members."
Everyone was quite surprised when they heard that a boy from a peasant family could write his own name at the age of ten, and his parents were happy to brag to everyone. Tianrui must not be six years old this year.
"So awesome? Our family is going to have a champion!"
"That's right, it doesn't matter who taught it. It's called learning beyond skill."
"My Huzi is one year younger than Tianrui. Not to mention reciting poems, he doesn't even know a few Chinese characters. Third child, your family is such a good young boy. It would be a pity not to send him to school. No matter how hard it is, you can't hurt your children. No matter how poor you are, We can’t afford education, and we can’t save some money!”
Lin Laosan looked into the distance and nodded. The children have grown up, and it is time to think about their studies.
"If you want to go to school, Tianji should go first. He is the elder brother." Zhao Ruoxia always has the ability to break the harmony.
Even Tianji noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere among the adults when his mother said these words.
Busily tugging at the corner of Zhao Ruoxia's clothes, she whispered: "Mom, I don't like reading, let my brother study."
"What do you know! You can become an official only after you study. Otherwise, you will be a bastard like your father all your life, and you will be looked down upon by others until you die!"
Tianji didn’t understand why his mother had to send him to school. Wasn’t his younger brother her child too?
But there are some truths that he cannot understand at his age. His fingers are still long and short, let alone the human heart.
The oxcart swayed all the way, and finally arrived at the gate of the town when the morning glow dyed the vast clouds in the east red.
Because there was a big market, the guards did not pay city fees for these three days. The Lin family saved a lot of money and were very happy.
After entering the city, the two families agreed to meet at the gate of the city in the afternoon and then go back together. After giving instructions, they went to buy what they needed.
The Lin family was divided into three groups. Lin Laosan led the old scalper to find land to sell bamboo baskets; Lin Laoshan and Lin Tianci went to the pharmacy to sell herbal medicine; Zheng's sisters-in-law took their children to go shopping on the street to buy some snacks and fabrics. .
Lin Laosan finally found a place to sit down, and found that there were three or four bamboo basket sellers within ten meters.
Fortunately, his bamboo baskets are exquisitely made and strong, so customers would take a second look when they stop in front of his stall after wandering around for a while.
Although the price was not high in the end, they were all sold out in two hours. Ten dustpans cost five cents each and were sold for fifty cents. Fifteen bamboo baskets cost ten cents each and were sold for one hundred and fifty cents. arts.
The total profit was 200 Wen, which made the surrounding vendors envious.
Zheng's side is also going well. The fabric shops in the town have a large amount of fabrics in stock that have not been sold out, and all of them have been reduced in price.
Because the fabrics were defective, some were out of thread, and some even had traces of insect bites, the price was more than half lower than usual.
Even so, a large number of villagers still rushed forward to buy.
Zheng squeezed in several times, only to be squeezed out again by the crowd.
Fortunately, Mrs. Zhang was strong, tall and strong. She quickly squeezed to the front, carefully selected one of navy blue and one of smoky green material, and waved to Mrs. Zheng who was standing behind the crowd to seek advice.
Seeing Mr. Zheng nodding, he paid and left.
Then she went to buy silk threads and needles, and some snacks for the boys. Mrs. Zhang still remembered the agreement she made with her youngest son, so she bought a few pieces of candy, wrapped them in oil paper and stuffed them into her sleeves.
But Mrs. Zhao grabbed her sleeves and scolded her: "Okay, you can secretly hide the candy and give it to your son, right? My mother gave me the money. If your son has it, why doesn't my son have it?"
Zhang shook her sleeves and said, "Don't you have a brain or eyes? Tianrui Tianji is holding a candy painting in his hand. Tianfu didn't come to town. Tianci went to sell medicinal herbs. What's wrong with me buying some candy for them?" Besides, I didn’t use the money from the public account, it was saved by Dalang in his daily life, and you have no right to interfere!"
Zhao Ruoxia still refused to give up: "Tanghua is sugar painting, and caramel is caramel. I don't care. My son's share cannot be lost anyway!"
Mrs. Zhang glared at her fiercely, as more and more people gathered around her, she didn't want to make an ugly scene, so she took out the oil paper bag, inside which lay six pieces of yellow candy sprinkled with sesame seeds.
Zhao Ruoxia reached out and grabbed half of it. Just as she was about to retract, Lin Silang grabbed her wrist.
"Second sister-in-law, that's not how you divide the candy."
Zhao Ruoxia: "Her two sons and my two sons, what's wrong with each taking half?"
Lin Silang shook his head: "There are more than four children in the family. Mom said that I am only twelve years old and I am still a child. I am still growing. I want to share this candy."
Mrs. Zheng answered immediately: "Yes, there is also my A Bao. He is almost five months old. You can drink the malt sugar soaked in boiling water. My family also wants to share it!"
One is the youngest son that Mrs. Lin values the most, and the other is the little granddaughter that Mrs. Lin holds dear to her heart. No matter how dissatisfied Zhao Ruoxia is, she doesn't dare to say no.
After scratching and digging, he returned two more. After working for a long time, he only got a piece of candy. Without thinking, he stuffed it into Tianji's mouth and took him to watch the monkeys.
Tianrui was left where he was, looking at the backs of his mother and brother as they left. There was no unnecessary expression on his face, but the loneliness in his eyes was still clearly visible to the adults.
As soon as he turned his head, a piece of sweet candy was stuffed into his mouth. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched it, the sweetness immediately spread in his mouth.
Mrs. Zheng stared at him with a smile: "I forgot, Abao hasn't grown teeth yet, so he can't eat sweets now."
Tianrui took a sip of the sugar water secreted from his mouth and said sincerely, "When my sister starts teething, I will buy her lots and lots of candies, so much that she won't be able to finish them all."
Zheng touched his little head, smiled and nodded.
Lin Silang put the candy back into the oil paper bag.
"I'm already past the age of eating sweets. Let's keep them for Tianfu."
After that, he ran to the stall selling calligraphy and painting in the distance and looked at it with interest.
The boys here were having a good time, but something went wrong on Boss Lin's end.
After a group of people drove the ox cart home, Mrs. Lin immediately saw something was wrong from the wilted expression on Mr. Lin's face.
"What's wrong? The medicinal materials were not sold?"
Tianci lowered his head and said nothing, with tears dripping down in clusters, choking and squeezing his shoulders, and then cried loudly with a "wow" sound.
"I'm sorry, grandma, I'm sorry for my family, it's all my fault, wuwuwu..."
Mrs. Lin felt sorry for her grandson and thought he was afraid of being scolded by his family.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t sell it, it’s not a loss if you keep it for home use.”
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Tianci cried louder, which startled Xiangyun.
Look at this, I'm afraid it's not as simple as not selling.
Sure enough, the next second, Boss Lin's guilty voice was heard.
"Mom...we were deceived, the medicinal materials were gone, and we didn't make any money."
