The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

  Chapter 12 Take the eldest nephew home

  Yan Laoer and the donkey waited together under the shade of the tree at the entrance of the academy.

  He is still a little dazed.

   The twenty taels of gambling debt that was burdening their family has been paid off.

  The land at home is sold out.

  His brother carried the title deed on his body and delivered it on the spot.

  The arrogant shopkeeper was stunned when he saw his brother take it out of his arms. He counted the money back and forth several times.

  I don’t know how to count, five taels of small silver ingots, a total of ten, there is nothing to count, and I want a kickback.

  Yan Er Er couldn't stand it anymore, walked over, ignored it, and hugged him directly.

   Bring it you!

  At that time, Old Yan seemed to glared at him, but he didn't care, hehe! It's our turn to count the silver.

  Oh, it turns out that five taels is such a weight, not to mention, the small silver ingots are quite cute when put together.

   Honestly returned all the money to the elder brother, and the two brothers came out of the **** shop and went straight to the academy.

  Yan's second son made an excuse to watch the car, but didn't go in.

   Just kidding, this might be his haunt.

   If you meet someone you know and greet him, his eyes will be darkened, and no one can tell who he is, how rude.

  Furthermore, he also found out that Lao Yan, how can he say that he walks in a way.

  Always let him walk in front, and dangle behind.

  He wanted to help the two of them together, but that didn’t work, this one wouldn’t let him, because he was poor outside, so he insisted on walking by himself.

  You said what do you pay attention to, recovering from a serious illness, what happened with the support? Why don't you see you being so outspoken at home? Aren't we brothers very close at home?

  That's great, he's empty inside, for fear of making a mistake on his errands.

   Well, let Lao Yan act on his own.

  He has to seize the time to trace the places he has traveled along the way, and learn from his daughter when he goes home.

  …

  Yan Huaiwen and the dean vaguely mentioned their concerns about the drought, and heard that some well-informed wealthy households were already preparing to leave.

  Hearing this, the dean didn't want to keep him anymore, and asked someone to prepare a copy for Cheng Yi to send to him.

   After asking some more information about the countryside, he sent him out.

  Yan Huaiwen stood firmly outside the window, listening to the sound of reading aloud, and through the hollowed-out pane, he could see his young man, straight as a pine, silently reciting classics, engrossed.

   Coach Guo Xiucai saw him and nodded slightly.

  He saluted back and waited for get out of class to end.

  Just as they were taking their lunch break, the teenagers rushed out of the classroom as they saw off the teacher.

  Passing by his side, they all saluted.

   "Master Yan!" "Mr. Yan!"

  He nodded with a smile, and said softly, "Go to the dining hall."

  Unable to beat the drums in their stomachs, the teenagers flocked to the dining hall laughing and laughing.

  Yan Xiangheng looked at him nicely, "Father, why do you look so bad, are you tired, do you want to take a rest?"

   "Nothing, don't worry." He looked at the childish son in front of him, his eyes were sour, and he calmed down, and said: "There is something at home, I have asked for leave for you, clean up, and I will go home with my father today."

  Although Yan Xiangheng really wanted to ask what happened? He actually asked his father to pick him up in person.

  But after all, he was concerned about being in the academy and there were too many people, so he didn't say much.

  Yan's second son saw his eldest brother come out saunteringly, with an extra package in his hand.

  He asked casually, "Brother, is this all you need? Where's your nephew?"

  Yan Huaiwen paused, put the package on the car, and said lightly: "This is the Cheng Yi gifted by the dean. You go to my room to be neat and tidy. I am a little tired for my brother. I am waiting for you here."

   After finishing speaking, he climbed into the car by himself, lay down, and closed his eyes.

  Yan's second child is still understanding what Cheng Yi is, seeing that Lao Yan arranges a rest for himself.

   What else can I say?

   Go pack up!

  He dragged the child all the way to the place, the younger the child, the more he dragged it.

  When I got to the door, I saw a young man, who turned around in surprise when he heard the movement, "Second Uncle?"

   "Alas! Eldest nephew!" Yan Laoer's eyes lit up, he greeted enthusiastically, and let the child who was leading the way go.

   "The students in your academy are enthusiastic, they insist on showing me the way, haha!"

   "Nephew, have you packed your things? Come to help your father clean up?"

  Yan Lao Er pushed the door open very naturally and walked in. After scanning around, he had an idea in his mind.

   What else can come out of the scholar's business?

  Besides books are things related to books.

  Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, these things are expensive.

   Cannot fall.

  Clothes, shoes and socks, quilt mat, all packed.

  Some small items, not heavy, bring them with you.

   Waiting for the whole room to be tidied up, Yan Laoer was very satisfied, and returned a clean and refreshing room to the college, so as not to delay the next gentleman's check-in.

You're welcome!

  He also stopped by his eldest nephew's room to look around, and couldn't help but sigh, no matter how old a child is, he is still a child, and he can't do it without parents managing it. Isn't the water basin ours? You have to bring the quilt too, just like Lao Yan’s room, tidy it up neatly for him, if the eldest nephew didn’t blushed and said that there were other belongings of the students living with him, would he have packed the whole room and sent the letter away?

  The two came out with big and small bags, Yan Huaiwen couldn't help coughing a few more times, and turned his head away quickly.

   Didn't see it!

  There are a lot of things, piled up, Yan Huaiwen can't lie down, so he can only sit.

   "God bless, go to the grain store." Yan Huaiwen said.

  Yan Laoer was very fortunate at this moment, he remembered the shops along the way with his heart.

  Yan Huaiwen went to grain shops, oil shops, book shops, grocery shops, cloth shops, medicine shops, woodware shops, blacksmith shops, carriage and horse shops...

  Good guy, he almost made him go all over the few shops in the town.

  He led the donkey all the way, followed Lao Yan, watching him go in and out of the house, asking questions, but not buying.

Yan Xiangheng secretly inquired with his second uncle: "Second uncle, what is my father doing? What is he going to buy? Have you searched all these shops but can't find it? What happened to our house? I think my father looks bad. Is it sick? Dad has never asked me for leave, and he didn't go into details, why am I so uncertain, Second Uncle, what's wrong?"

   "Your father is inquiring about the price, and he is shopping around, so he must pick the cheapest one." Yan Laoer felt that he and Lao Yan had a lot in common on this matter.

  How can you buy what you want when you see it? Don’t compare prices and see the quality.

   "Father is... preparing a dowry?" Yan Xiangheng asked hesitantly.

   "What dowry, what have you heard?" Yan Laoer immediately turned his eyes and stared at his eldest nephew.

   "That's right... Some classmates said that our family is married to Li Zheng's family..." Yan Xiangheng stammered.

   "No such thing!" Yan Laoer said firmly, "It's all nonsense, your father has already rejected it."

  Yan Xiangheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I heard that the youngest son of Li Zheng's family is not doing well."

  That’s not very good, it’s so bad!

   Seeing Lao Yan coming out again, Yan Lao Er told his eldest nephew: "Don't mention this in front of your father."

   "God bless, you can come back later and pull these things back." He said and handed over a stack of papers.

   Pickup slips from each store...

  Yan’s second child: So it’s not that I didn’t buy it, but I asked him to come and pick it up.

   Old Yan is only in charge of buying, buying, and buying, and all the bags belong to Yan’s second o(*￣︶￣*)o

  (end of this chapter)