Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

Old Mrs. Zhang was not willing to listen to this. She insisted that her eldest son was gentle and well-behaved, and was a hundred times better than the second son who made her worry all day long.

Seeing that the Zhang family was still stubborn, the village chief felt angry and helpless.

"This time, I will let him go for the sake of the second brother's plea. But if there is a next time, no matter how the second brother pleads, I will personally send the eldest brother to the government office! Since you have already divided the family, even if you are brothers, you must keep the accounts clear. Whether the second brother has a promising future or not has nothing to do with you, so you must not have any disputes anymore!"

These words are both a warning and an ultimatum.

In a corner of the dilapidated courtyard, Old Mrs. Zhang was full of disdain and disgust. She rolled her eyes contemptuously and muttered to herself.

"With such bad luck and a family that can't even drink cold water, how can they expect to be successful? Don't let the second brother's sweet words deceive you."

Zhang Laoer stood aside, with a look of grievance and stubbornness on his face.

"Mom, listen to me, I'm not kidding. Now I'm partnering with a few experienced people in the village to start a medicinal herb business. This is a legitimate business. When we make money, the first thing we'll do is send it home so that you and dad can live a better life."

However, Mrs. Zhang didn't take it seriously. She suddenly spat, her tone full of sarcasm and indifference: "Still doing business? With your little ability, aren't you afraid of giving people the wrong medicine, killing people, and finally getting burned? Remember, since the division of the family, your business is yours, don't even think about taking a penny from this family!"

At this time, the village chief who had been watching finally spoke up. He sighed deeply and said, "Well, everyone has heard what I said today, and it serves as a witness. From now on, the second son, whether rich or poor, will have nothing to do with the Zhang family. If he is in trouble, you don't have to care; if he becomes rich, don't think of taking advantage of him."

After saying this, the village chief shook his head, no longer caring about the family’s disputes, and turned away.

Zhang Laoer and Xu Liyun looked at each other, tacitly wiped away their non-existent tears with their sleeves, followed the village chief's steps, and slowly left.

When the crowd dispersed, only a few people from the Zhang family were left in the yard.

Mrs. Zhang then turned around and pulled up her eldest son who was lying on the ground: "Hey, everyone is gone, why are you still pretending to be stupid? Get up quickly."

Zhang Lao Da's face turned pale with pain, beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks. He groaned and begged for mercy: "Mom, I'm in so much pain, please find a doctor to see me."

Old Mrs. Zhang frowned, her tone filled with impatience: "Don't you know what the situation is like at home? How can we have extra money to pay for your medical treatment? Your injury is just a minor one. Let your father take you back to bed. You will be well in two days."

The Zhang family did not pay enough attention to Boss Zhang's injuries. They just helped him into the east room and let him rest on his own.

It was not until two days later that Zhang found that the pain in his leg had not eased but became more severe. He realized that it might be a fracture and hurriedly called a doctor.

But it was too late and the best time for treatment had been missed. When Zhang Laoer and Xu Liyun learned about it, they came to the door in anger. Although they did not get any substantial compensation after the argument, they won the sympathy of the villagers.

After that night, the couple knew very well that even if their circumstances improved in the future, the village chief and the villagers would be their strongest support when faced with the possibility that Mrs. Zhang and his wife would use their family ties to put pressure on them again.

So, the two of them thanked the village chief and several villagers who had helped them with sad faces, and then supported each other and staggered towards the simple thatched house.

Their backs stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking particularly desolate and full of helplessness.

The news spread quickly in the village like wings. Many villagers who were dissatisfied with the Zhang family's behavior retold the scene of that night with exaggeration after dinner, and even described every harsh word uttered by the Zhang family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in detail.

Soon, Old Lady Zhang learned from gossip coming from all directions that public opinion in the village had portrayed their family as bullies who intended to harass the second brother's family and even force them to leave their hometown.

This made Old Mrs. Zhang furious. If the young couple from the third room in the family had not tried their best to dissuade her, she would have almost immediately gone to the second room to ask for an explanation.

On the other hand, with the sympathy and support of the whole village, Zhang Laoer's life not only did not decline, but became more and more prosperous.

The day after the theft, he brought carefully prepared gifts, took Zhang Sanwa, and confidently went to visit Zhou Xiucai, asking him to accept Sanwa as his apprentice.

When Mr. Zhou heard this for the first time, his heart was filled with ripples and waves.

In his memory, Zhang Sanwa always showed an indescribable alienation and resistance to the room full of books.

Now, just a few casual words caused the young man's attitude to change 180 degrees. This cleverness and flexibility was beyond his expectations, forcing Zhou Xiucai to re-examine the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him.

Although he had a strong interest in the Zhang family, Zhou Xiucai did not immediately agree to accept Zhang Sanwa as his disciple.

"My criteria for selecting disciples are extremely strict. Anyone who wishes to become my disciple must have talent and intelligence at least at the level of a Jinshi. Do you have such qualifications?" His words were direct and honest, revealing the high threshold for accepting disciples without disguising himself.

Facing Mr. Zhou's direct questioning, Zhang Sanwa responded calmly: "If you are willing to teach me everything you know, I swear I will not let you down and will definitely win the top six in the imperial examination!"

His tone was firm and there was an unyielding light in his eyes.

When Mr. Zhou heard this, his eyes flashed and he looked at Zhang Sanwa carefully. Although there was a hint of scrutiny in his words, there was no contempt in his eyes, only deep thought and curiosity.

"You sound quite arrogant, but do you know that the Great Zhou has been established for a hundred years, and no one has ever been able to achieve the feat of passing the top six exams? What makes you think you can do it?" His words were both questioning and provocative.

"If the teacher has the outstanding talent to cultivate the top scorer, the students should have the potential and determination to win six consecutive championships."

Zhang Sanwa's answer was unhurried, full of confidence and composure.

At this time, Xiao Youniang on the side had a confused look on her face, and her clear eyes moved back and forth between Zhou Xiucai and Zhang Sanwa, as if she was trying hard to understand the deep meaning of this conversation.

Seeing that Mr. Zhou seemed to have no intention of accepting her elder brother as his disciple, she plucked up her courage, took her small steps, slowly approached Mr. Zhou, timidly tugged at his sleeve, her eyes full of pleading.

Zhou Xiucai snorted softly, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Xiao Youniang with a squint: "Why, do you want to plead for your brother?"