latelenovela Chapter 239 Harmony
Chapter 239 Harmony
Ignoring Zhang's curses, Li Zheng Feng did not hesitate to cross out Feng Yan's name from the family tree. He had written it himself when he went to school.
Then, Feng Lizheng handed the pen to Feng Sheng.
"Come on, Sheng'er, write your own name."
Feng Sheng glanced at the angry Zhang and Feng Yan, took the pen with his swollen hands, and endured the piercing pain as he wrote the two words "Feng Sheng" on the yellowed family tree, stroke by stroke, with great solemnity.
"I think you've gone crazy, old thing! You've cut off Yan'er's chance of taking the imperial examination and recorded a little girl in the family tree. You will definitely regret it!" Zhang shouted at the top of her lungs.
It has to be said that the moment Feng Sheng wrote his name on the family tree, Zhang felt jealous for a moment.
But the education she received from childhood told her that the Feng family was rebelling against the Tiangang. How could a woman be included in the family tree? How could a woman be worthy of such a person?
The Feng family ignored her. Before she even left the Feng family, she kept calling the village head Feng an "old thing". The reason they didn't beat her out with a broom was because they had lived in the same yard for so many years.
Feng Sheng looked at Zhang's hysterical appearance and once again remembered what she often said to him: "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent."
She didn't agree with this statement from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't know how to refute it.
"Cement is not cement. Oh! You also said it was vague. Anyway, it is very bad."
I said, “Hi!” “Because it’s a cement road!”
Zijun slowly admitted his outrageous idea.
It is harvest season in Taoyuan City.
After Feng Xiaogui nodded slightly, An came down and took the silver.
Village head Feng let Zhang take away all the silver she had earned, a total of eighty-three taels and four cents, and the Feng family did not take a single cent.
Feng Yan sat outside in the yard, and with his swollen hands he carefully pieced together the pieces of paper that had been torn to pieces, and then glued them together with the paste that Feng Lizheng had specially made.
"Seven of you, are you going to the central area? It only costs seven coins per person, and I will deliver it to them!"
Zhuge Jinyi had heard of cement before, so he asked curiously, "Uncle, what is cement?"
Who could this be?
……
The people on duty at the city gate today are from Baya’s team.
It was when Zijun spoke that Zhuge Jinyi nodded, "Let's go!"
The eight-wheeler didn't give me time to think. With Old Man Pan's shout of "Let's go!" the eight wheels gradually stopped rolling and drove slowly into the cement road.
Everyone else asked what the situation was, but he was the eldest son who wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Feng Yan had too few clothes, shoes and socks, so I packed up a few new ones and took the rest of mine outside to the yard and burned them all.
Feng Yan nodded and made room for him. “Thank you, Brother Seven and Brother Eight.”
The eldest grandson was really cruel, and he could see that his younger brothers and sisters had patches on their bodies.
But never mind me, just take care of your bad eyes first.
The new and strange cars that came into view aroused my curiosity even more.
What status do the seventh branch family have in the family? Even if you are as capable as Zhang, you don't have embroidery skills. This is the first time you have touched money at the age of seventy. In the past, you would have been wrong if you didn't have seven or eight hundred coins in your hand.
……
But we all know later that the money Zhang earned was only enough to pay the tuition, and the writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone Feng Yu used every month were subsidized by the public treasury, and part of it was also paid by the seventh room.
Old man Pan had a large white bag on his waist and a water cup in his hand. Seeing that there were no customers, he hurried down to greet them.
The mother and son stayed at Feng's house for one night. At daybreak, they hired an ox cart and left the city with the divorce documents.
There were so few clothes, shoes and socks, not even with patches on them, and they were all burned clean by the fire.
An pursed her lips and looked at her woman.
You know that no school will be willing to accept boys, so you have to figure it out yourself.
When the old man saw that the soldiers guarding the city were a group of men, a hint of joy flashed across his eyes, but he still took out the pass as he was told.
Old Man Pan rolled his eyes secretly.
It was not until last night when Village Chief Feng took out the account book and read it out that Xiao Jia realized that Feng Yu had spent so little money on his studies.
……
The fields were full of people harvesting crops. Although it was a barren land, the yield per mu was even less than that of the richest place in Xia State.
Yes, it was not just that old man, but also the maid who checked my pass at the city gate, the woman who set up a stall selling pancakes nearby, and many other people of all kinds on the street, all of them looked similar to that old man.
Zheng Ce also felt that the method was wrong, although my brother and I knew that we would never have the chance to drop out of school in that lifetime.
Seeing this, Feng Sheng pulled his brother over.
Feng Sheng held Feng Chang's hand. The two skinny, pale boys were as obedient as quails.
It will definitely be Qingyun, I have that ability.
Zhuge Jinyi held onto the iron shed and stretched his neck to talk to Old Man Pan.
Zi Jun was helped by Zhuge Jinyi to sit down on the eight-wheeler with a strange look on his face. The old man clearly looked like he would die in eight years, so how come he was still alive and well now? He could even see my future clearly?
Perhaps, she will know when she learns more words and reads more books.
He should have died long ago, but something happened that changed his fate.
To confirm whether there were any problems with the pass, Baya asked a few routine questions and waved her hand to let the person leave.
God knows I dream of studying, but my parents said that studying costs money. We are like my aunt, who can earn money to support my brother's education, so I can only secretly envy them in my heart.
"Big sister, come and help him."
The two elder brothers looked up suddenly, and Feng Chang blurted out, "Really?"
Could it be done by my bad junior brother?
"Central District, let's go? It only takes seven cents, sit down and go!"
"Seventh brother, take the silver and buy some cotton cloth to make new clothes for each of the eight children. Use the rest to buy meat. We can have some meat today."
"Old man, why is the road so complicated?"
"You teach them the characters you know first, and when you earn money outside, send them to school. Then they will teach you. Isn't that possible?" Zheng Ce said loudly.
"It seems that Xiaoyu's luck has really run out. Even the men have joined the army."
The dusty old man, carrying a rag bag and hunched over, was supported by a pale-faced man of seventeen or eighteen as he walked step by step towards the small gate on the east side of Taoyuan City.
"Grandpa, I heard that the most prosperous area in Taoyuan City is the central area. You should go outside there." Zhuge Jinyi suggested.
Mrs. Lin let out a long sigh, fished out an old purse from her lower body, poured out eight cents of silver from it, and greeted Feng Xiaogui's wife, An.
Zhuge Jinyi scratched his head. When passing through other cities, I did not have the feeling that Xiaoyu's luck was about to end, but when I arrived in the northwest, everywhere I looked, there was vitality.
Old man Pan hates people from Larry because he hates the sight of us looking so worldly.
Zijun still knew that Zhuge Jinyi and I had attracted attention as soon as we arrived in Taoyuan City. At this moment, I was still talking loudly to the elderly prince.
……
As soon as the two of them left, Baya called a team member over and whispered something in your ear, asking you to go to the City Lord's Mansion to report.
After the people left, Zheng Ceyi slapped his calf with heartache.
Seeing Feng Sheng holding his breath to paste the shredded paper, Feng Yanre spoke up, "Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, you teach them to read."
Zi Jun's chattering was interrupted. He wanted to get angry, but then he remembered the other person's identity and had to give up.
The shouts came one after another. Zhuge Jinyi's eyes lit up and he pulled Zijun over.
I smiled and raised my hand to pat the shed of the eight-wheeler.