Reborn Ugly Girl Farming to Support the Family

Regarding this marriage, it was only his mother and Aunt Zhou who were active.

I thought before that the other party was still young, so there was no need to rush.

But now that the other party has no intention, let's just leave it at that.

Li Cuixia still felt a little regretful. "Son, tell me what your plans are for the future. Mr. Fang asked you yesterday if you wanted to go to the government school."

Yang Shuhuai shook his head. "I don't plan to go to the government school. The next provincial examination will be in two years. During this time, I want to go out and study."

Li Cuixia was a little confused. "Study abroad? Does that mean studying somewhere else?"

Yang Shuhuai smiled and said, "Yes, I want to go to other places to learn from others' strengths. There is a saying that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. I want to take advantage of this time to go out and see more."

In his previous life, he had longed to travel and study, but he did not have the ability or money to travel and study like others.

Later, when I became an official, I had even less time to go out.

In this life, he wanted to walk around, have a look, and travel all over this beautiful land on his own feet.

"Well, come on, you're old enough now, just make your own decisions on these matters."

Li Cuixia patted her son on the shoulder. In the blink of an eye, her son had grown up.

Yang Shuhuai thought that since we have come to this point, let’s talk about the rest at once.

"Mom, there is one more thing I want to tell you."

"Well, go ahead and talk. Mom is listening."

"Mom, after I pass the imperial examination, I won't continue to take the exam."

Li Cuixia looked at her son in surprise: "Why? Since you have passed the imperial examination, why don't you continue to take the exam? Don't you want to be an official?"

Yang Shuhuai smiled and said, "Mom, I never wanted to be an official. This is what everyone says."

Li Cuixia was a little confused. "But, but don't all scholars want to become officials in the end? Isn't it that becoming an official is considered to be successful?"

Yang Shuhuai thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps studying for a good academic degree is the goal of most scholars, but I don't want that."

Li Cuixia really couldn't understand what her son was thinking, "So what exactly do you want to do?"

"My son wants to come back and open a school after he passes the imperial examination."

Li Cuixia understood a little, "You just want to come back and teach like Fang Xiucai?"

"That's understandable."

Although she understood her son's idea, Li Cuixia couldn't help but say, "But son, you are so talented in studying, why do you want to give up after passing the imperial examination?

Mr. Fang said that with your ability, it won’t be a problem for you to become an official in the future.”

Yang Shuhuai looked out the window, as if recalling something.

His voice suddenly became a little vicissitudes, "Mom, the road to becoming an official is not that easy.

Everyone only sees the glory of being an official, but who knows how many conspiracies and schemes are hidden behind it.

If you don't fight for it, you will never be able to stand out and will be a lowly official for the rest of your life.

If you fight, it's like keeping your head on the edge of a knife all day long, facing the bloody storm every day, and stepping on countless lives to climb up.

And you don’t know when the hanging knife will fall and chop off your head.

Mother, that kind of life is too tiring and too lonely. "

In his previous life, he lived alone until his death. After his death, I don’t know how many people applauded and said that he died a good death.

Yang Shuhuai's voice was faint and deep. As Li Cuixia listened, she felt her heart tighten for some reason, feeling both painful and bitter.

She felt that her son seemed to have experienced everything he was talking about.

Li Cuixia was a little scared, so she quickly grabbed her son's hand and said, "Son, if we don't want to be officials anymore, we can come back to build a school and teach the children in the village.

When the time comes, you can marry a wife and have a few children, and your parents will be here to take care of your children."

Yang Shuhuai's cold body gradually warmed up. He held his mother's hand and said with a smile, "Okay."

From that day on, Li Cuixia would come to her son's room whenever she had nothing to do.

She always felt that her son had some mental problems because of his excessive study.

She also told this to her husband, and Yang Changqing was silent for a while after hearing it.

"Since my son has his own ideas, let's just follow his lead. No matter what, my son's happiness is the most important thing."

Li Cuixia also had the same idea, but she was still worried about her son's current condition.

However, after observing her son for a few more days, she found that everything seemed normal to her son, so she gradually put her mind at ease.

As the days passed, Zheng Xiaoman's workshop sold two more batches of sausages.

Cuihua and others came to her workshop, and Zheng Xiaoman arranged Cuihua to be the team leader and Qiumei to be the deputy team leader to help her manage the workers.

This month she received a share from the hot pot restaurant and sausages, and the total share for these two months was three thousand two hundred taels.

"Mom, this money is for you. It's our share for the past two months."

Zheng Xiaoman handed the banknote to her mother.

Zhou Chunfeng didn't reach out to take it, "My daughter, from this month on, you should keep the money you earn for yourself.

What we had at home before was enough.”

Before, her family had more than 70,000 taels of silver, which they used to build a house, hire servants, and buy land, spending more than 3,000 taels.

The share of silver for March and April was more than two thousand taels, and the daughter gave it all to her.

After adding and subtracting everything, the total amount of silver she had was still over 70,000 taels.

She felt that the workshop was entirely run by her daughter and they did not interfere.

Therefore, the family members have no right to take the profits from this workshop.

Zheng Xiaoman smiled and said, "Mom, we are all family, so it doesn't matter who holds it."

Zhou Chunfeng nodded her head in dismay, "You stupid girl, you really don't have any brains at all.

You built this workshop yourself, so why do you want to share the profits you earned with others?

Besides, you came up with the hot pot recipe yourself, so you should keep the money.

You are almost thirteen years old, and in a few years it will be time for you to talk about your in-laws.

Girls all know to save up a dowry for themselves, why don't you care about it at all?"

Zheng Xiaoman tilted her head and smiled, "Mom, what you said, even if I don't make money, you can still not give me a dowry?

I know that my father has started saving wood for me to make furniture.

And you, didn’t you buy a lot of jewelry? I’ve never seen you wearing them, so don’t tell me they’re not for my dowry.”

Zhou Chunfeng choked. This damn girl really couldn't hide anything from her.

"Come on, stop mad at me. Those things I bought were not for you. They were saved for your sister, okay?"

"Hehe, alright, it doesn't matter who I give my mother to. I can't argue with Chun Ya.

When Chun Ya grows up and gets married, I will prepare a large dowry for her."

She should have been quite wealthy by then, so it would have been no problem for her to give her sister a dowry of thirty-six machines.

Zhou Chunfeng rolled her eyes and said, "It's your own money, you can do whatever you want with it. Anyway, you don't have to give me your money anymore.

The income from the several hundred acres of land at home is more than enough to cover the family's expenses.

Come on, just do whatever you need to do. I'm really angry just looking at you now."

After saying that, Zhou Chunfeng ignored her, turned around and left with her maid.