Traveling through ancient times to survive

The two kinds of seeds were first popularized in the nearby villages. The villagers of Xinyuan Village resumed their daily routine of practicing martial arts and hunting monsters, while those in the Zhao family's old house, who had been quiet for half a year, began to get restless again.

"Grandpa, we have arrived in a safe place and have a formal identity. Are you willing to let our family be useless and low-class people for the rest of our lives?"

After getting a clear understanding of the surrounding environment, Zhao Decheng could no longer bear being trapped among a group of peasants.

"Grandson, do you want to go back to school?"

The old man was a little worried. Since the snowstorm, the family had no source of income and could barely make ends meet. Now he couldn't afford the tuition. Moreover, his eldest grandson's study attitude in the past two years was not good enough, which made the old man question whether his eldest grandson could really enter high school.

Furthermore, the imperial court’s control over the people is becoming increasingly weaker. They have heard of many uprisings along the way from Qingzhou, and the imperial court is about to sink. Isn’t it the wrong time to take the imperial examination and get on board?

Without waiting for Zhao Decheng's response, Zhao Sansao, who had eavesdropped on their conversation, pushed the door open and loudly refused.

"No! Dad, there's not much money left at home. Besides, my Zhuzi is already thirteen or fourteen years old and has never even been to school. Dad, isn't it inappropriate for you to be so partial?"

Zhao Decheng was immediately furious. He said sarcastically, "Aunt San, isn't it too rude of you to eavesdrop on the conversation of your elders like this? With a mother like you who doesn't know etiquette, if Dezhu follows suit, he will be expelled from school by the teacher even if he enters."

Mrs. Zhao was furious. She said that you could scold her but not her son. Mrs. Zhao pointed at Zhao Decheng's nose and cursed at him.

"You are so polite! You suck blood from the whole family to support you. Everyone in the family, young and old, works hard to support the family, but you are the only one who eats for free. Everyone has contributed to this family, but you only enjoy the hard work of others with peace of mind. You are a scholar, do you have any sense of shame? What's the difference between you and the leeches in the field?"

Zhao Decheng's defense was broken instantly. He was so angry that he said something without thinking: "This is our Zhao family's business. What does it have to do with you, a woman? Even if grandpa is gone, it is not your turn to be the head of this family."

Zhao Yuanmu was so disheartened. He was still alive and well, but his eldest grandson started cursing him to death.

Mrs. Zhao laughed in her heart, what a fool, but she put on a sad expression on her face.

"Dad, did you hear that? He doesn't expect any good from you. You should know whether it's worth it to be so devoted to him now."

Seeing the old man's dark complexion, Zhao Decheng finally realized what he had said just now. He hurriedly said, "Grandpa, that's not what I meant. I said the wrong thing in a hurry. I hope you will live a long life and see me bring honor to our family."

Mrs. Zhao calmly added, "Sometimes when people are anxious, they say what's really in their heart."

The old man's expression, which had just improved, fell into a sullen look again.

Zhao Decheng was so angry that he pointed his finger at Zhao Sansao: "No, Aunt San, what nonsense are you talking about? What's the point of catching me saying something wrong?"

Mrs. Zhao San still had a sneer on her face: "Is this what you're thinking? Is that why you're anxious?"

Zhao Decheng was so angry that his expression was distorted, but now he calmed down. He refuted in a clear and logical way: "The sages are right. It is only women and villains that are difficult to raise. You have been trying to sow discord between us, grandfather and grandson. What is your intention? Are you trying to get benefits for the third house? I tell you, dream on! Grandpa is not someone who can be easily used!"

Mrs. Zhao's face changed: "Bullshit! Do you think everyone is as shameless as you?"

"Okay, stop arguing!" The old man was troubled by the two people's quarrel. He pointed at Zhao Sansao first and said, "You too, you are a good elder, how dare you scold your nephew like that? What nonsense!"

Mrs. Zhao wanted to refute, but when she saw the old man's serious eyes, her heart skipped a beat. She didn't dare to make a fuss anymore and lowered her head in silence. Anyway, it was impossible to ask her to apologize, so at most he would stop scolding her.

Zhao Decheng felt relieved when he heard this, and his grandfather was still on his side, but unexpectedly the old man shot him a sharp look.

"Although your Third Aunt's words were harsh, they were also true. The family has lost its income a long time ago and cannot afford the tuition. Besides, Third House Dezhu is illiterate. He is a good grandson of Grandpa. If you let him study but not him, Grandpa will feel bad."

Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes secretly. She felt so upset that her heart was about to fall to her chest, but she still felt uncomfortable. It was indeed a family tradition. The old one didn't feel ashamed of telling such lies. No wonder the young one took it for granted to suck her blood.

Zhao Decheng didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said confidently: "Grandpa, our family has no money, but my second uncle's family must have some."

Mrs. Zhao San burst out laughing, and Zhao Decheng looked at her with dissatisfaction.

Mrs. Zhao held back her laughter, her eyes scornful: "Sorry, I just heard a big joke and couldn't hold it back."

"What's so funny about that? Grandpa is my second uncle's biological father. What's wrong with being filial to your parents?"

Zhao Sansao was so shocked by Zhao Decheng's shamelessness that she looked at him as if he were a rare treasure: "Is that honoring your parents? You're clearly sucking my blood!"

Zhao Decheng was hurt by Zhao Sansao's expression, so he simply went too far and said to Zhao Yuanmu, "Grandpa, you and mom are old, and you must be feeling unwell. Ask Uncle Er to bring some money."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Mrs. Zhao praised but was actually sarcastic. "Scholars have so many ideas. They can even think of asking grandpa and grandma to pretend to be sick to cheat money. Their brains are really flexible. We, who make a living in the dirt, can't think of that."

No matter how Zhao Sansao ridiculed him, Zhao Decheng just pretended not to hear him. The old man was somewhat convinced and began to hesitate.

Mrs. Zhao San just thought it was funny. She still looked at people with old eyes. She really hadn't improved. The second family was not as easy to control as before. If she went there to make a scene now, she would be courting death.

The second son's daughter is a capable person. She has seen how chaotic the outside world is along the way. Yet, Qing Ya has managed to live safely with 200 people until now, and is living better than most people.

He really doesn't know how to appreciate the blessings he has. Instead of clinging to such a powerful person, he wants to cause trouble based on his blood relationship. He is simply courting his own death.

The first wife is mentally ill and wants to offend the second wife, but the third wife doesn't want that. She wants to live a good life peacefully following Qing Ya's footsteps and cannot offend people randomly.

Therefore, this dangerous idea must be nipped in the bud. It doesn't matter if the first wife offends someone, but we should be afraid that it will implicate the third wife, and then they will be kicked out together.

Having such annoying relatives is really a headache. Now Mrs. Zhao San has begun to understand the suffering that the second house had experienced. It is true that one does not feel the pain unless the knife is stabbed into one's own body.