The son-in-law of a prosperous family

"Mother, do you think that is my aunt's family?"

Bai Li elbowed Bai twice, and Bai also stretched her neck to look: "Where is it?"

She didn't see anything!

"You must have seen it wrong. This is the best restaurant in town. How can that poor guy afford to go there? Even if he goes, he will be begging for money like a beggar. Do you really want to say hello to them?"

Bai Li sneered: "Are they worthy?"

"Anyway, don't get involved with that family, so they don't come to ask for money."

"Mom is right!"

Mrs. Bai looked at her daughter-in-law and grandson, shook her head, and said disapprovingly: "Don't say these things again in the future. It's not good for others to hear them."

Bai was a little unhappy: "I am telling the truth, if you hear it, then you hear it. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, I will tear her mouth apart!"

Bai Li supported her: "Mom, I will help you!"

"Oh, you are such a great son of your mother. Let's go buy you some meat buns."

The mother and son walked happily in front.

Old Mrs. Bai followed behind.

As she walked, she turned around and glanced at Lai Yue Tower.

It seemed like it really was my own daughter just now. I sighed and thought I must have seen it wrong.

They were right. The Fang family was having a hard time even getting enough to eat in their current situation, let alone spending money at Yuelou. They probably had to beg for food.

Silently chant "Amitabha" in your heart.

But everyone has their own destiny, which is determined by heaven. Even if that was her own daughter, she couldn't help. She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that they would get through the difficulties as soon as possible.

……

Laiyue Building 2nd Floor

Duan Qiumin and Duan Wenshu were busy eating. Today's meal was especially delicious, and the Coke was also tasty. It was wonderful!

Zhao Yunchuan is indeed quite capable.

Duan Wenshu drank three bowls of rice and Duan Qiumin drank four bowls. Their stomachs were so bloated that they had difficulty standing up.

Delicious, really delicious!

Duan Qiu Ming burped in an ungentlemanly way and glanced at his disappointing son: "The old house is ready. You can study in town with peace of mind. Yan Tai will stay here to take care of you."

There was an old scholar in the town, his surname was Han. He was known for his strictness, and no matter how dandy a student was, he was like a grandson to him.

Duan Qiu Ming had no choice.

Although his son was not a playboy, he had a strong sense of self-awareness and was naughty and mischievous, which had already driven away several teachers. After discussing with his wife, he finally decided to send him back to town to study with Han Xiucai.

Duan Wenshu was a little impatient: "Dad, I'm really not good at studying. It's useless even if you force me!"

Duan Qiu Ming immediately blew his beard and glared: "If you don't study, what do you want to do? Be a dandy boy? Fight crickets and walk the dog every day?"

"Why not?"

"No!"

Duan Qiu Ming hopes that his son can become an official, but if he cannot, he cannot be a playboy.

Then he started to give examples: "The youngest son of the Chen family did nothing every day, and was tricked into going to the casino, causing the Chen family to lose everything."

"The Zhou family goes to the brothel every day, and they are so hot that they have become eunuchs now."

"The Wang family fights cocks every day. He got his eye pecked by a chicken, and now he has become the one-eyed king."

"And the Zhao family drinks every day. He's only twenty years old, but his hands shake more than his grandfather's."

"The Li family..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Duan Wenshu was a little frightened. He didn’t want to become Eunuch Duan, didn’t want to be called One-Eyed Duan, didn’t want to…

I don’t want any of that!

"If you don't want to, then study hard. Everything else is inferior, only studying is superior. You have to have a promising future!"

Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce.

Merchants have the lowest status. They are usually well-known, but they still have to bow and scrape in front of officials, even if the other party is a small-time official.

Because they have 100 ways to bankrupt you.

Duan Wenshu was a little disappointed: "Can't we discuss it again?"

"Think about Awang, think about General Dousheng."

What has happened has been decided and cannot be changed.

Duan Wenshu accepted his fate.

He could only think positively. At least he could have delicious meals every day at noon, and the days to come should not be so difficult.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Zhao Yunchuan had a good harvest today. The prize money and the share of the Coke made him a full four taels and two cents. He spent more than one tael on lunch, and had more than three taels of silver left in his hand.

After work, he went straight to the bookstore. He wanted to buy textbooks. He bought two first to study, and would buy the others later when he had money.

But he bought an excerpted version, which was cheaper.

"Sir, our bookstore has the latest edition of arithmetic books, compiled by the imperial court, and is a must-have for the Tongsheng exam. Would you like to buy this first? It just arrived, and there is only one left."

Zhao Yunchuan nodded.

"Okay, two books for two taels and five cents."

Zhao Yunchuan paid the bill promptly and didn't leave in a hurry. He picked up the arithmetic book and started reading it.

Ok

Chickens and rabbits in the same cage!

These are elementary school-level word problems, purely arithmetic-intensive and don’t even involve the Pythagorean theorem from junior high school.

After a quick look, he seemed to have no use for this textbook.

"Is this the last one?"

"Yes, there are only three copies in the entire bookstore, and yours is the last one."

Zhao Yunchuan curled the corners of his mouth, and in no hurry to leave, he went to read a book by the bookshelf.

The boss was a little confused, but he didn't say anything and continued with his own plans.

a quarter of an hour later

Several scholars entered the bookstore, wearing silk and satin and fanning themselves with bamboo fans.

They walked hurriedly.

"Shopkeeper, we want the Dajing Suanjing"

"I'm so sorry, this book is sold out."

"Sold out? So fast!"

“When will the next batch of books arrive?”

The boss smiled and said, "About a month. You can come back next month."

Several scholars returned home in disappointment.

"I'm not good at math, I need to learn as soon as possible..."

"Who isn't?"

"Hey……"

As soon as they left, Zhao Yunchuan chased after them.

"Gentlemen, do you want the Dajing Suanjing?"

The scholar turned around and looked at Zhao Yunchuan.

They were dressed like scholars, and the man in front of them looked like a scholar, wearing a working shorts, but his appearance and temperament could not be concealed. The scenery was bright and clear, like the gurgling water in the mountains, which was refreshing.

His temperament is as gentle as jade, but if you look closely you will find that his face is handsome.

Uh……

A bit like a goblin.

Male goblin!

She is taller than the average man, but... more handsome than the boy.

Could it really be the little brother?

They stared at Zhao Yunchuan's face carefully. It was white and smooth, without any red moles.

He is a real man.

Pity!

Someone answered: "Yes, we want to buy the Dajing Suanjing, do you have it?"

Zhao Yunchuan raised the book in his hand and said, "Unfortunately, I just bought the last one."

Several scholars were excited and thrilled!

They walked quickly to Zhao Yunchuan and asked, "Can you show it to us?"

Zhao Yunchuan generously circulated it to them.

"It's really the Dajing Suanjing!"

"My dear, you are so lucky!"

Someone couldn't help but say: "Hey, sir, can you sell me this book? To be honest, I'm terrible at math, and the teacher said that the earlier you learn, the better your chances will be."

"Dajing Suanjing" is a new version of the textbook, and its content is very different from the old version.

"Brother, please sell it to me. My classmates and I need it more!"

Zhao Yunchuan looked embarrassed: "This..."