At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"Xie's Academy opened on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month in the second year of Yongping."

"There are schools for men and women, embroidery, martial arts, cooking, and medicine halls. Please read the details on the paper."

As soon as Xie Yuheng finished speaking, the Xie clan members who came to help serve the dishes filed in.

There were several bowls of golden stuff on each person's palm, with paper stuck in the gaps.

A bowl of popcorn and two pieces of paper for each table. The Xie family's seating arrangement is also extremely clever, as every table happens to have a literate person.

A white-bearded master from Qingshan Academy looked at the paper and sighed:

"This word is incomparable even to the number one scholar in the Jingyuan period. But was it written by the Xie family?"

After finishing this piece, Xie Yuanshan returned it and said proudly: "This word was written by my head, the Xie family."

He had long ago asked the head of the family to write a Spring Festival couplet, and he would not envy the rest of the Xie family when the time came.

The white-bearded master opened his eyes wide and looked surprised. Is it possible that the head of the Xie family started practicing calligraphy in the womb?

The person next to me impatiently urged: "You should tell me quickly what is written on it."

“…..Two taels per year for the Xie clan, and one tael per year for those who live in the academy. Those who come first in the exams in each class are exempted from the tax. Other utensils such as pens, inks, paper, and inkstones are provided by the academy. "

People in the audience were talking a lot, and some people whispered to the people around them: "Why do the Xie clan members only need one tael of silver to be repaired?"

"More than half of the people in Qinghe Village are named Xie, and their taxes are paid to Tinghou."

Wang Erpazi crossed his legs and took a bite of popcorn. Anyway, he doesn't have a wife or children, so he doesn't need to see this.

"Isn't there another surname?"

Wang Ermazi put his legs down and looked at the man like a fool.

"No, brother, are you okay with your brain? Which village are you from? It sounds like you don't have to pay taxes to the court if you don't give it to Tinghou."

"Besides, our village was among the first to grow sweet potatoes. Whether it's selling the seeds or selling sweet potato powder after processing, all the copper goes into our own pockets."

"We didn't say anything ourselves, you chirping fart, a dog is just like a mouse meddling in other people's business."

Wang Er made a pockmarked sound, spit out a piece of corn husk, and then popped some popcorn.

The man was so angry that his face turned the color of pig liver. Didn't he just want everyone to have one less tael of money for repair?

You really don’t understand good people’s hearts, so the dog bit Lu Dongbin.

On the contrary, it was the female relatives.

The family who cherished their daughter pestered the literate lady at her desk to make sure that her daughter could really go to school. She was so happy that she wished she could go home and send her daughter to the college right now.

There are also some people who are flexible and have no shortage of money at home. They want to send their daughters to the academy to study, and they will not see each other when they raise their heads and look down.

Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts!

From now on, she will be Mr. Hou’s mother-in-law, which is very honorable.

......

When Xie Yunhua relayed these words to his friends, he glanced at Xie Yuheng with a strange expression.

Xie Mingcheng almost choked to death with a mouthful of tea, and blurted out: "Yu Heng is only four years old, four years old! Are these people crazy?"

Xie Mingcheng turned his eyes to the young man in green who was still drinking tea calmly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, just leave it alone."

Xie Mingli didn't even move his eyelids. He raised his hand and turned a page of "Zhou Bi Suan Jing", completely turning a deaf ear to Xie Mingcheng's words.

There was a smile on Xie Yuheng's lips. Xie Zhiyi felt his pulse with one hand and stirred the Laba porridge with the other.

He smiled and said: "Second brother, there is no reason to push the God of Wealth out."

Don't worry about whether those girls with evil intentions study seriously. It would be nice to use the money to subsidize those poor female students.

Xie Yunhua's earlobes were slightly red, and his eyes didn't know where to focus.

The head of the house was still young, so she just thought it was the God of Wealth sending money. She would have to watch more in the future.

"That's right. You are the Marquis of Ting, so it's okay to marry her seventeen or eighty years old. If each woman studies for ten years, that's... more than three hundred taels of silver."

Xie Mingcheng leaned against the pillar and crossed his arms over his chest. I think what Yu Heng said makes sense.

Xie Mingcheng's eyes lit up. It was more cost-effective than selling soap. Soap requires materials and labor.

Brother Yuheng, this is a business without capital!

Xie Mingli really wanted to open Xie Mingcheng's brain to see if it was half flour and half water, turning into paste in a flash.

He raised his hand and rewarded him with a roasted chestnut.

Xie Mingcheng covered his smashed arm, wailing in pain, and said: "Brother, what are you doing? You can't be jealous of brother Yu Heng, who can marry seventeen or eight beautiful wives."

After checking his pulse, Xie Zhiyi covered his lips and snickered. Brother Mingcheng is such an idiot.

Sure enough, it was another flying chestnut. Xie Mingcheng howled angrily and went to fight with his elder brother.

"Have you diagnosed anything?"

Xie Yuheng had a smile in his eyes and his eyes fell on the little girl in blue.

Xie Zhiyi nodded and shook his head, sighing: "In the end, what you learn on paper is ultimately shallow."

Soon the little girl smiled brightly again. The family owner gave her many medical prescriptions, which were all unheard of in Daliang. She was already very satisfied.

The boy in red served her a bowl of Laba porridge and said warmly: "School will start after the Lantern Festival next year. Sister Zhiyi can learn the art of feeling the pulse from Doctor Wu."

"Master, thank you."

The little girl took the Laba porridge with both hands and looked at Xie Yuheng with admiration.

This silly girl, Xie Yuheng added a big spoonful of sugar to her.

Looking at the brown sugar, the child tapped the porcelain bowl and found out that he had time to get out the white sugar, which was reserved for wealthy businessmen and wealthy...big 'clients'.

"Okay, let me tell you, where have you been? You were hiding here to act like little greedy cats."

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

Duan Ru was wearing a crimson gown, carrying a food box, and strode boldly into the west courtyard.

Xie Yunhua's bright eyes moved slightly and he joked: "I'm just hiding from Miss Duan. There are some on the table. You can eat as much as you want."

Duan Ru smiled. She was just talking casually, but she didn't really want to eat Laba porridge.

Place the bamboo food box on the table and take out bowls of ice pimples from the lower shelf.

Xie Mingcheng patted his clothes that were stained with dust after being rubbed on the ground by his brother, and came over to take a look.

"No, Duan Ru, I thought it was something good. You eat ice cream in the cold winter months."

Duan Ru rolled her eyes at him angrily, no wonder she was beaten by the eldest brother of the Xie family. How can a good person have a mouth?

"You know nothing, this is called frozen ice. If you eat the ice frozen in Laba and Seventh Lab, your stomach will not hurt for a year."

As he said that, he took out various jams from the upper food box, mashed the ice cubes into fine pieces, mixed them with the jam evenly, and finally poured honey on them.

"Tinghou, let's try how it tastes." In the dark brown coarse porcelain bowl, red plum sauce was wrapped in golden quicksand.

Xie Yuheng took a spoonful of Laba porridge with the same spoon and put it into his mouth.

It melts in your mouth and is cool and smooth on your throat. It is somewhat similar to the smoothies of later generations.

"If this thing is sold in the summer, business will definitely be booming."

Xie Mingcheng took over the job of making ice, and everyone except Xie Mingli gathered around the table to make their own jam.

Duan Ru was praised, her eyebrows were filled with joy and she said: "I brought two pots of spring orchids with me when I came, and they will bloom in the next year. Lord Ting, please don't water them every day."

Xie Mingli, who was eavesdropping, chuckled when he heard this. In the past few years, the little girl's reputation for ruthlessly destroying flowers has spread far and wide.

Xie Yuheng coughed to hide her embarrassment. She didn't want to, but she couldn't control herself and wanted to water the flowers.

Fortunately, Chang He came to the rescue in time, "The musical instruments have arrived. Sir, please ask Tinghou to come over and take a look. Which one do you want to learn?"

Xie Yuheng stood up to say goodbye and followed Chang He to the front room.