"A child cannot be taught? Has your uncle ever thought about teaching my Yan'er?"
Shi asked with a half-smile.
But with these words from Mr. Xiao, the uncle turned his head, and even his grandfather, grandmother and others stopped talking.
Saw this scene.
Mrs. Xiao sneered in her heart. In her eyes, how many people living in this courtyard had a conscience.
Don't think she doesn't know.
How partial are Yan'er's grandfather and grandmother?
The uncle said he wanted to study, and Yanfu worked hard to support him. When it was Yanfu's turn, he was really the uncle who wanted to study.
Among the three sons, the older one than Yan's father has studied, and the younger one has also studied. Yan's father is the only one who is tired.
The result was that they were two ungrateful people.
In the eyes of Shi.
As long as this family has some conscience, they will never forget Yan's father's kindness.
Yan's father is old, but he has two sons, Shui Shou and Shui Yan.
Have their family ever thought about repaying Yanfu?
Teach Yanfu's second son how to read.
"Okay, today is my birthday."
At this moment, my grandfather, who had been silent until now, spoke.
Everyone stopped talking.
Mr. Xiao just glanced at it and closed his mouth.
In the final analysis, Xiao still has to worry about his man's face.
And it didn't take long.
A young man dressed as a Confucian scholar soon returned from outside the courtyard. He entered the courtyard holding a roll of bamboo slips.
Shui Yan was no stranger to that young man.
Cousin Zilu.
Uncle's eldest son.
I heard that in this village, he is also a quite famous figure among teenagers of his age.
Being famous does not mean how great you are in the first year.
It's because there are few scholars in the village, but my grandfather's family has three scholars, so the people within a ten-mile radius have more or less heard of this family's name.
For the common people.
Although I understand that scholars are not powerful officials, they may not really get ahead.
But compared to them, the scholar's status is undoubtedly much higher.
Just like ordinary people going out, if they are lucky, they can make a living in a mansion.
And once a scholar goes out and is appreciated by others, he will directly become the disciple of the powerful, and he will have no worries about food and clothing in his life.
"Zhong Yan!"
After saying hello to Zi Lu, he then looked at Shui Yan.
In this family.
Only Zilu was relatively simple-minded. Although he had no independent opinions, he only obeyed the arrangements of his parents.
But at least he has a good heart.
"Cousin!"
Shui Yan nodded and slowly raised his hands.
But Shui Yan could also see the fear in Zilu's eyes when he looked at him.
Shui Yan didn't say anything about this.
The current king of Qi is Wang Jian of Qi. Compared with previous kings of Qi, Wang Jian of Qi can definitely be regarded as a virtuous king.
This is also the thing that the people of Qi are most proud of when facing the other six countries.
After all, looking at the Seven Kingdoms, other countries are at war, and sieges occur from time to time.
Only in Qi, after King Jian of Qi succeeded to the throne, the people were able to recuperate and recuperate for thirty years, and the country was stable.
In addition, it is only half a day's journey from Linzi here, so it is natural.
grow in such an environment.
Facing a person like him who has been in contact with the dead all year round will naturally make other people resist.
Even if he accidentally picked up the smell, ordinary people would probably be nauseous if they smelled it.
In the yard.
But somehow the news of Zilu's return spread in the village.
Not long after.
Many families came to visit with their daughters.
"Come! Come in quickly!"
"Zilu!!"
The fat face of the elder brother-in-law Zihuai's wife, Yingshi, was full of smiles. She couldn't close her mouth as she looked at the people entering the house one after another.
And this scene indeed made several other women look envious. They looked at the sobbing children beside them and whispered some instructions.
When Mrs. Ying saw this scene, her eyes full of pride were undisguised, and then she glanced at Mr. Xiao without any trace.
seems to be saying.
Look at her son, now the daughters from other families are rushing to get a foothold in the door, probably eager to give her the bride price.
Those two boys in your family.
Not to mention the older one, she is the daughter-in-law who raised enough betrothal gifts, but is she as good-looking as the ones in front of her?
As for the younger one, which daughter can take a liking to her? Which family is willing to marry off their daughter?
Yan's father was busy. Although he saw someone else bringing his daughter to the door, he just sighed.
But Shi is a woman, how could she not notice Ying's gaze.
But because she had to worry about Yan's father today, she didn't want to ask Yingshi whether she was like this before, shamelessly stepping in the door.
Shi suppressed her anger and saw her youngest son chopping firewood alone in the corner of the yard. Her eyes instantly turned red. She could only turn her head and continue to light the fire, with tears filling her eyes.
"Zilu, do you remember that this is Cen Qing, the daughter of Uncle Ping in the village."
"This is Jia Lian, four years younger than you. I heard that you met last time at the head of the village!"
As more and more people came into the courtyard, Yingshi smiled at Zilu and said.
Lu and his son Huai, who were on the side, also looked at this scene with smiles.
The women in common clothes in front of them also lowered their heads with their pretty faces red at this moment. Their hearts throbbed quietly as they looked at the young man in Confucian clothes in front of them.
The adults all knew in their hearts what the purpose of today was.
Therefore, they all waited for the young Confucian scholar tacitly.
Today is mainly a process.
If Zilu was interested in that girl, he would naturally go up and chat with her.
There is no need to say more about the rest, everyone knows it in their hearts.
At this moment, Zilu was both nervous and excited, breathing rapidly and looking a little uneasy.
Although he had seen many beautiful women wearing brocade clothes in Linzi City, these women in front of him were also quite beautiful.
Thinking that he would soon be able to understand the relationship between men and women, Zilu looked at Cen Qing and Jia Lian from time to time.
Naturally, the two girls also felt Zilu's gaze. Their hands inside the sleeves were tightly grasping the clothes, and their faces became even redder.
When the grandfather, grandmother, Yingshi and others saw this, they all understood the meaning and laughed.
As for the other women, their eyes were a little red because they were not noticed, and their lowered heads were filled with disappointment.
"In two days, we will discuss Lu's marriage!"
Grandfather spoke first.
This undoubtedly amounts to settling the matter.
Grandma came to Zilu with a smile at this time and whispered something.
"Thank you!"
Cen Qing and Jia Lian's mother heard what Zilu's grandfather said and quickly agreed with a smile.
At this moment, Mrs. Ying thought of something, turned her eyes, and then looked at Mrs. Xiao who was making a fire.
"Yan'er, mother, why not let Shui Yan come over and take a look while you're on a good day!"
Yingshi said with good intentions.
In the eyes of outsiders, this is undoubtedly a kind intention. They all feel that Yingshi is always thinking about Yan's father's family, and good things will happen to her.
But how could Shi not know that this was Ying's opportunity to humiliate her Yan'er.
Pick the rest except the meaning.
He also wanted Yan'er to be embarrassed by being rejected in public.
For a moment, Xiao almost fainted from anger.
But to the surprise of her grandparents, uncles and uncles, Ying's voice fell as she finished speaking.
Those people glanced at Shui Yan and waved their hands to decline the kindness.
Even those girls, who were a little disappointed because they were not chosen, have forgotten their disappointment now, and when they look at the young man, they are full of resistance.
to be honest.
In the eyes of those girls, not to mention the mended cloth of the woodcutter boy, he looked particularly shabby.
Even though his appearance was handsome and comforting, the girl resisted when she thought of the young man being with the rotting corpses all year round.
"Farewell!"
"Farewell!!"
Those families with their daughters seemed to be worried that Mrs. Ying would not be able to refuse outright if she spoke again, so they stood up and prepared to leave.
And the Ying family has achieved its goal, so naturally she won't stay any longer at this time.
Watching those people leaving in a hurry, watching those girls still taking taboo glances at the boy chopping firewood in the corner of the yard.
This scene made Yingshi feel happy.
