If Han Ji passed the exam to become a scholar, then the academies in the town would have nothing to teach him. If he wanted to take the imperial examination, it would be more appropriate to at least go to the academies in the county to study.
However, he had no money. He could barely survive studying in the town before, but when he wanted to go to the county to study, his family's income could no longer support him.
Unless he does not plan to enter the academy to study, but instead studies on his own, the exam for candidates is not at the same level as the exam for scholar. It is much more difficult. Without the guidance of a teacher, if you just rely on yourself, the difficulty of passing the exam will be no less than that of going to the sky. Even the most talented people can't guarantee that they can succeed just by guessing. What's more, Han Ji is not a genius. He is just slightly smarter than ordinary people. Without a teacher to guide him in his studies, it would be impossible. Hit the mark.
So this situation caused his current dilemma. Before the joy of passing the examination as a scholar could last long, the worry of lack of money when he wanted to study in the county had already come to his mind.
Wu Shichu looked at Han Ji, who was bowing his head in silence, and then at Zhang Luoyi, who was biting her lower lip and frowning, and said, "Han Ji wants to study at Qingyang Academy in the county? This is a good thing. Why are you all so expressionless?" good?"
Han Ji smiled bitterly and said, "Mom, have you forgotten? To study in an academy, you have to pay a tuition fee. The tuition fee at Qingyang Academy is very expensive. How can our family afford me to go to school? Not to mention the living expenses. It’s much more expensive than studying in the town.”
Wu Shichu suddenly "suddenly realized", and then blamed himself, saying: "It's all my fault that my mother is incompetent and can't make money for you to go to school, so you still have to worry about calling Shu Xiu..."
"No, no, mother, how can I blame you? It's because my son is incompetent." Han Ji quickly comforted his sad mother, and then said bitterly, "Mom, otherwise I won't go to school this year. Wait. Let’s talk after we make some money?”
"No! How can you waste a year? If you enter school late, won't you learn less than others? You will always be slower than others?" Wu Shichu immediately disagreed.
"Didn't a guest bring gifts to visit our home last time?" Zhang Luoyi said in a low voice. Because he was admitted as a scholar, there were naturally many rich and wealthy gentlemen who wanted to establish relationships with the new scholars and gave them gifts in various names. Naturally, there are a lot of them, but Han Ji cannot accept them all, because accepting gifts from others means that you will have to help with the work if they come to ask for help in the future. In addition, accepting too many gifts will leave people with a greedy look. The impression of excessiveness will mean that even if you do get a Jinshi or become an official in the future, your reputation will not be good, and it may even be used as an excuse.
Therefore, even in order to maintain his innocent reputation, Han Ji could not really accept generous gifts from others. What's more, although he was envied by being a scholar, he could only save himself a few acres of land. Some benefits such as not kneeling when meeting officials cannot be benefited by the people in the countryside, and they are not qualified to be officials.
Only when you win the election and have the qualifications to be an official, everyone will be more active in joining him and consciously provide him with various conveniences, and there is no need to worry about money...
It's a pity that Han Ji is just a scholar now, and he is not outstanding enough for people to invest big money in him in advance.
"Madam, we can't accept big gifts, and small gifts are not enough for my one-time repair." Han Ji said with a wry smile. People say that a poor scholar is a poor scholar, and this title is not fake.
"Then, then I'll continue to work hard to make money with embroidery..." Zhang Luoyi said with a pale face. Thinking of her crazy embroidery process for more than half a month, she felt as if her fingertips were being pricked by needles again. Her neck and back seemed to hurt, but what if she didn't make money and her husband couldn't study in the academy?
When Han Ji heard what she said, he was naturally moved again. He held her hand and said affectionately: "Madam, my husband will never forget your hard work, and I will definitely not let you down in the future!"
Wu Shichu couldn't help but roll his eyes. He said so beautifully, why shouldn't he let his wife endure all the hardships and sacrifice for him? If you really feel sorry for your wife, why do you have to oppress the women in your family when you don’t think of a way to make money?
Now that she, the mother-in-law, had put her hands down and could not be sucked by him, he immediately set his sights on another woman in the family.
In the plot of the original world, Han Ji was not willing to let his wife suffer at all! But now, without the original owner, the enemy, to tell him the truth, he immediately stopped caring about his wife. In the final analysis, he was still selfish, and his own interests were the most important.
"Mom, can you give me some advice? I heard from my husband that your embroidery work was very good in the past and the price you sold it for was relatively high. I want to improve my skills." Zhang Luoyi suddenly asked Wu Shichu.
Wu Shichu looked at her deeply, until she avoided her eyes and did not dare to meet Wu Shichu's eyes. What didn't Wu Shichu understand when he saw her like this? Do you want to continue doing embroidery work to make money for Han Ji?
What a pity - Wu Shichu showed a weak smile and said: "Of course it is okay. Although I am in poor health and my eyes are broken, I can still give you a little guidance, but I can't face the embroidery frame for a long time. and needlework, otherwise your eyes will be sore and painful, and you will shed tears. After all, it was the injury caused by doing embroidery work in the past ten years or so, alas! Of course, son, it is worth the price mom has paid for you, as long as you can have If you want to make a fortune, my mother would be happy to be blind immediately..."
Wu Shichu said something over tea, and immediately dismissed Zhang Luoyi's little thoughts, what's the matter? Her mother, who had been doing embroidery for more than ten years to support her son's education, was almost blind. Is it too much for her, the daughter-in-law, to want to exploit her?
Zhang Luoyi was indeed choked up by Wu Shichu's words and turned red in the face: "It's because my daughter-in-law didn't think carefully and forgot that her mother's eyesight is bad."
Han Ji also immediately expressed his determination to be a filial son: "Mother, what you have done for your son has been seen and taken into consideration by your son. Don't worry, when your son becomes successful in the future, he will definitely be filial to you and make you prosperous." Be an old lady!"
"Okay, then I will wait for my son Guangzong Yaozu to let me enjoy the blessings." Wu Shichu said happily, and performed a good show of motherly kindness and filial piety with Baiyanlang's son.
It's just that Zhang Luoyi is not in such a good mood. She can already imagine that the little money she has left for her dowry will not be saved. Not to mention, she will have to work hard every day to earn money from embroidery work, and all of this is for her husband. She wants to be able to enter the academy to study, and later be able to pass the imperial exams and become a Jinshi. She wants to use this to honor her husband and honor her wife...
Sure enough, after discussing how to make ends meet at home, Han Ji once again took Zhang Luoyi's dowry money and went to Qingyang Academy in the county to study. Zhang Luoyi looked at her empty box and wanted to cry without tears.
However, after being sad, she still had to do embroidery work, and now there was no trace of romance or parting.
