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"Why go to town? It's not market day."

In this era, when villagers went to town, it was basically after the market day, they sold some of their own things, and then bought some daily necessities.

"I'm not going to buy anything, I just want to go to the town... to tell stories in the town."

Yan Kai still expressed his decision.

"Storytelling?" Yan Laoer frowned: "Is it just the monkey story you told yesterday?"

"Yes!" Yan Kai nodded: "Didn't Dad also listen to it with great interest yesterday?"

Speaking of this, Yan Laoer's dark face turned slightly red: "That's because you were chattering there all the time. It was so noisy that I couldn't sleep!"

Then he looked at Yan Kai seriously and asked: "Why do you think of going to town? Is it because you are too tired from working in the fields and don't want to do it?"

Yan Laoer is a dedicated farmer. In his opinion, his father is a farmer, his grandfather is a farmer, and now that he is a farmer, it is natural that his sons should also be honest farmers.

"Yes and no..." Seeing Yan Laoer's face change, Yan Kai quickly said: "If you can become a storyteller, wouldn't you be able to make a lot of money? If you make money, you can send Xiaoer and Sanya to school to study. Words."

Hearing Yan Kai admit that he wanted to be lazy, Yan Laoer was about to have a fit, but then he heard that he wanted to earn money to send his younger siblings to study, so his expression softened slightly.

"Where can it be so easy to go to school?" Aunt Yan said with some disbelief: "I heard that Blacksmith Wang made a lot of weapons for the army back then. He brought a lot of silver rewards when he came back, and he also knew the Wang family in the town. As a steward, I spent a lot of money to enter their clan school."

There is no compulsory education in this era. If you want to study, you basically have to go to ethnic studies and private schools.

According to the "Xue Ji", which traces the academic system of the Western Zhou Dynasty, "the ancient teachers had private schools in their families, private schools in the party, well-organized skills, and state-owned schools."

At that time, schools were taught in the government, where officials and teachers were unified. The host of the school was an old official who had retired and was responsible for promoting education in the local area.

There are no private schools in small villages like Yan Kai and even nearby towns. Only the Wang family in the town is considered a relatively wealthy family and has its own clan school.

But if there is no connection, even if you have money, you may not be able to send your children to study.

Yan Kai also didn't expect that it would be so difficult to learn in this era, and even a small amount of money might not be easy to use.

"But if you have money, you can always buy books, right? I can teach them how to read by myself!"

Yan Kai still said without giving up. Although the traditional Chinese characters were still being used at this time, it might not be feasible for him to write them silently, but when the characters were put in front of him, he would definitely recognize most of them.

"You teach them? How do you teach them?" Yan Laoer rolled his eyes. Gouwazi didn't know what was wrong, and his words became increasingly unreliable.

He himself has never been to school, and he actually said that he could teach his younger siblings how to read and read after buying a book.

"I... learned it in my dream!" As if he was afraid that they wouldn't believe it, he dipped some porridge on the back of his chopsticks and wrote the character "Yan" on the table. Of course, he used traditional Chinese. After all, it was his own He still knows how to write the surname in traditional Chinese characters.

Although the writing is not very pretty, the Chinese square characters still appear clearly on the surface of the somewhat tattered wooden table, giving off a unique charm.

Even though Mrs. Yan is illiterate, she still feels that this character was not drawn randomly by her son.

The other two little ones also came over to watch curiously, and Sanya asked in a coy voice: "Brother, what is this word?"

"This character is recognized as Yan, and it is our family's surname."

"Head of the House, this word..." Mrs. Yan looked at her husband. Yan Laoer was also a little dumbfounded. This word "Yan" happened to be one of the few words he recognized.

Because his old father passed away that year, his eldest brother spent some money to erect a wooden tombstone for the old man. On the tomb, he wrote the word "face". Although the word was more beautiful than the one written by his son, he can be sure that the word "Yan" was written on it. It’s the word Yan.

And after his father passed away, he fled here and came here before getting married and having children. Therefore, his son must have never seen that tombstone, and it is impossible for him to learn it from there.

The furthest thing this kid has ever done in his life was to go to the town to catch a market, and no one taught him how to read, but he was able to write such complicated words in a decent way, combined with the strange and interesting story the kid told last night. , a farmer like Yan Laoer was actually half-convinced.

This is actually normal. Many people in this world believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. Those who passed the imperial examination are called Wenquxing descended to earth, so it seems to them that it is really possible to learn something in a dream.

"This is indeed the word Yan. Did you really learn it in a dream? What else did you learn in a dream?" Yan Laoer asked with the last trace of doubt.

"I also learned poetry. It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat was dripping from the soil. Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard work!" In order to fool him, Yan Kai was completely shameless.

The meaning of this poem about pity for farmers is simple. Even people like Yan Laoer and Yan Sao, who couldn't read a single Chinese character, knew the meaning immediately after hearing it. Both of them were shocked and stunned.

"Son, you...could it be..." Aunt Yan asked with a somewhat rapid breathing, almost making Yan Kai think that his identity as a time traveler was about to be exposed.

"Could it be that Wenquxing descended to earth?"

"Cough cough cough..." Yan Kai coughed twice: "I... I don't know either!"

"In this case, you can go to the town and give it a try. Anyway, if they don't want you, it will just be a waste of your time if you come back and continue farming with me!"

Yan Laoer finally made the decision, who doesn’t want to live a good life? In particular, letting their children live a good life has been the constant pursuit of Chinese parents for thousands of years.

Now that his son has such an opportunity, he naturally wants to give it a try.

"Thank you, dad!" Yan Kai said excitedly.

In the evening, as usual, there was a story-telling session on Journey to the West. Yan Kai continued to tell a story to his family, and Yan Kai fell asleep with anticipation.

"You can take this bean cake with you to eat on the road. Regardless of whether others want you or not, you must come back tonight. When you go out, you must be careful in everything you do..."

Early the next morning, although Mrs. Yan was verbose, Yan Kai felt full of warmth.

Yan Kai is already 14 years old. In this era, people are about to get married and have children, so this time he went to the town alone.

"Listen to mother at home. If my brother finds a job, he will come back and bring you candy to eat."

Yan Kai touched his sister's head and followed Yan Laoer out.

Because he happened to pass by his family's field when he went to town, Yan Kai lied that he needed to pee, took out the copper coins he buried where he buried them, said goodbye to Yan Laoer, and walked toward the town alone.