The Analects of Righteous Father’s Collapse

"Patriarch, do you want me to send Dalang to the school to study early?"

Meng Yunniang was a little surprised and didn't understand the reason why the patriarch personally said this.

"Yes."

Jiang Chong nodded. Last night his son and he elaborated on the outstanding performance of Jiang Liu. Jiang Chong felt that such a good seedling could not be wasted.

Think about it, if you listen to the disciples' rules and San Zi Jing just a few times outside the school, you will be able to go back and forth. If you study it seriously, you must not have a good understanding of these teaching materials.

Don’t look at the difficulty of imperial examinations. In fact, everyone who has taken the imperial examinations knows that the exams for children and talents are the easiest. As long as you can get the four books and five classics and other teachings memorized, and know the profound meaning, you can basically pass it.

It is not so easy to take people and above exams, and it is not possible to pass the exam if you study hard.

Jiang Liu has the ability to never forget, first of all, it is not a matter of exams, and Jiang Chong feels that if Jiang Liu really has such a head, he will definitely not be a person who can only die to study, his future may be far. Come farther and higher than they expected of him.

He briefly explained the reasons why he came to the house today, and he did not forget to add one sentence: "If there is really a problem at home, I can take the lead in reducing the repair by half."

Although he is the patriarch, Jiang Chong has no way to directly waive the tuition fees of the river. After all, the Jiang clan is so large and there are so many children of the right age. After opening this mouth, the school will not become a clan school.

You have to know that there is a poor scholar who needs to rely on Shu Xiu to teach, even the patriarch can’t do such a thing.

But half of Shuxiu is different. He can take the initiative to reduce his son's half of tuition, and no one can say anything about him.

"Patriarch, why do you say my son is a genius who never forgets?"

Meng Yunniang was shocked and happy. She had never thought of what a genius her son would be.

To be honest, Meng Yunniang has always felt that her son is a bit stupid, stupid, and silly, although he always talks about sending him to study, hoping that he can take the exam and be outstanding, but in fact, in her heart Not much hope for his son's brain.

Meng Yunniang’s greatest desire is that her son can learn more braille and be more reasonable. In the future, he will inherit some tofu skills.

"Patriarch, you can rest assured that I will be a son of Dalang, and I have to send him to study when I clenched my teeth."

Meng Yunniang did not feel the need for the patriarch to cheat her. Since the patriarch said that her son has the talent to study, and was willing to reduce the son’s half of Shuxiu, she went back to her mother's face with a cheeky face to borrow money, and also wanted to send her son to the school to study .

But it's actually not that exaggerated.

Meng Yunniang thought about it for a while. Her husband was seriously ill, and he spent a lot of money just to find a doctor and take medicine. Almost all the money earned after the separation was lost. Finally, in order to do funerals for her husband, she even counted the family. Not much money was spent, and some debts were owed.

Later, she gave the six acres of her family to the clan for rations for the maidens, and because they were still in the three-year filial piety period, the maidens could not eat meaty food, and the daily dishes depended only on the home-made tofu and the yard. Vegetables are enough, and there is almost no cost to eat and wear.

In the past two years, she made some money by buying tofu, and finally paid off the last little money owed to her relatives and friends in the previous months. Now the patriarch said that she would waive half of her son’s repair costs. The old hen grabbed it and took the silver hairpin from her dressing box. Maybe she would be able to make up for the cost of repairs and prepare a set of four treasures for her son.

Thinking of the silver hairpin, Meng Yunniang was a little stunned, but still awakened from the memories of the past after the patriarch spoke.

"Ok."

The patriarch was relieved and did not stay in the Jiang family for too long. After all, Meng Yunniang was a widow. Although he was all the age of a grandfather, he could not guarantee that there are those long-term tongue women who play tricks and nonsense.

After the patriarch left, Meng Yunniang couldn't care about sorting things, rushed into the room of his son Jiangliu with joy, and practiced the words for the whole night. The son who slept deeply woke up.

"My mother's obedient, I made a big face for my mother, my heart and soul, baby eggs, how can you be so good, so tolerant."

Meng Yunniang pinched her son's small round face and kissed her on the left and then on the right. How could you not kiss enough?

The river was sober under such harassment.

"Dalang, give your mother back the article you carried in front of your uncle Zhengzheng, and let her also listen to what the readers learned."

After all, seeing is false and hearing is true. Although the patriarch just praised her son, Meng Yunniang still felt a bit unreliable after all. She was afraid that Jiang Fangzheng had mistaken the wrong person and regarded the son of others as hers. River flow.

Hearing the beautiful lady's words, Jiang Liu suddenly became sober. He understood the reason why his mother had awakened him in the morning. It seemed that the results of his performance yesterday came out.

"Article in front of Uncle Founder?"

Jiang Liu learned the child's behavior **, squeezing his hands with his hands and rubbing his eyes, and then tilted his head to pretend to think.

"At the beginning of man, nature is good. Nature is similar, and Xi is far away... one by ten, ten by hundred. one hundred by thousand, one thousand by ten thousand..."

"Well, there are disciples rules, saints training...parents teach, must listen to it... Although the things are small, don't keep them private, others don't remember.

As soon as I woke up, I said so much before drinking. The river was a little dry, and I licked my lips, not to lower my back.

Meng Yunniang couldn't understand the consciousness of these words. She felt that the article was crescendo, and she listened to it, especially when her baby son recited it, it was even better than singing.

"Mother's Dalang is here, and she will count on you in the future."

Holding her son's fat face, she kissed her twice, and then hugged her son tightly, crying with joy.

In the two years after her husband's death, Meng Yunniang's hardship was much more than that seen by outsiders, but she could be turned into a widow. She had to set up doors like a man, even worse than the average man. The shrew must be arrogant.

Because only in this way can she drive away the evil wolves who are coveting their wealth, and she can guard her own little family.

Others pointed at her in the back and said that she must be unbearable for her appearance, and some people said that she was bitter and harsh, and the family of the youngest uncle who was supposed to be the closest to him was so embarrassing and lacking the style of a long sister-in-law. ...

All kinds of gossip, Meng Yunniang gave a big smile in front of people.

But no one thought about it. She married the Jiang family at the age of sixteen and gave birth to her son Jiangliu the next year. At the age of twenty, her husband was seriously ill and she supported the family all by herself, and now she is only one. The twenty-two-year-old little girl is all right.

At the age of a woman’s good age, she dared not dress up. She used her thin shoulders to carry the whole family’s family. She had to educate young children, and she had to drive away those jackals, tigers, and leopards. But there is no one who complains about it, and how much bitter water must be swallowed into the stomach alone.

She did not apologize to anyone, but others had treated her kindly.

Meng Yunniang's heart was too bitter. At this moment, with joy, she was finally able to cry out happily.

"My goodness."

"Mother's heart and soul."

"Mother's baby egg."

Even though she was crying, Meng Yun niggled this sentence up and down in her mouth. For her, Jiangliu was all she was, her only hope, and all her joys, sorrows and joys were gathered on Jiangliu.

Listening to the cry of the beautiful lady, Jiang Liu's heart was a bit astringent.

He didn't know if it was the few sympathetic sympathies he felt in his heart, or the emotional disturbances left in his original body.

Subconsciously, Jiang Liu couldn't help raising her hand, embracing the waist of the beautiful lady, and wanted to pat her back to help her get along.

"and many more!"

The cry stopped abruptly.

"The patriarch said that you have never forgotten. After listening to the article a few times, you will be able to go back and forth. This is not to say that you have learned all the things that were said before when the mother and other people quarreled.

Meng Yunniang was holding her son's face, staring straight at her own prodigy son, and asked with a very serious expression.

Jiang Liu, who was about to comfort the beauty lady, thought of the machete she was holding that day, couldn't help but shivered, and then smiled at the beauty lady favorably.

Well, he is her obedient baby egg!

The author has something to say: I changed the settings and changed the death time of my father to his four-year-old, because the previous investigation found that it seems that it is impossible to take the imperial examination during the three-year filial period, our Jiang Jiang , Is a boy paper to become a prodigy