Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 17
A few scattered gray clouds linger thinly under the moonlight, and the meandering stream under the mountain is shimmering, like a ribbon decorated with precious stones.

At the foot of the mountain, in the fields that have been harvested, the straw piles are like small houses, covered with a layer of light veil by the moonlight.

Song Huan didn't come back to her senses all of a sudden. She had never stopped to appreciate this kind of scenery in her previous life. Looking at it now, she only felt that the Lingtai was clear and comfortable.

Fu Yuanzhi felt that he had already organized his words, so he said, "Actually, the day you rescued me, I had to hurry to take the hospital exam."

Upon hearing this, Song Huan recalled the past memories, and then asked in surprise, "You are already a child?"

Fu Yuanzhi, "..."

Is this the point?Isn't the point why I appear in the trap?
If you are so startled again, it will be really hard for me to continue to maintain a dejected and melancholy personality!

Song Huan also felt that he seemed to have grasped the wrong point, and then smiled guiltyly, "You, you continue, continue."

Fu Yuanzhi, "Walking on the road, I felt a heavy blow to the head and passed out, then woke up, but the place where I fainted was definitely not a trap."

"That is to say, someone intentionally harmed you and didn't want you to go to the hospital for an exam? It may even kill you. What if you don't wake up? You are thrown into the trap just in case. If you wake up, the trap will You have no one to help, and it will take a long time to go up, and if you don't wake up, this is a disguised form of throwing away the corpse!"

Song Huan clicked his tongue, feeling that his analysis was perfect!
Fu Yuanzhi, "..."

Well, he doesn't need to say anything, she has already analyzed it almost.

It's really quite different from what he said, so be quiet and talk less?Powerless?
Ha ha
Forget it, maybe every father's child is like this, right?
If Song Huan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely say, this is the filter of the father for his daughter, do you know!
However, the original body was indeed quiet and reticent, but it was an exaggeration to have no power to restrain a chicken. It is not an exaggeration for the original body to inherit Song Daddy and be as powerful as an ox!

Maybe Father Song was also afraid that he would scare others. Usually, when others asked, he would only put his own daughter on the ladies of the great families he had seen before.

I'm afraid that my daughter won't be able to get married!
But he was so worried, how would he face his wife, the child's mother!
Song Huan was still immersed in his strong logical thinking ability and suddenly thought, "Then do you still have savings? Ah, no, do you have money?"

Fu Yuanzhi shook his head, he dug out all the remaining money.

He went there with the intention of breaking the boat, so when he didn't have the two taels of silver, he even felt that the sky was going to kill him, right?
Song Huan rubbed his chin, thinking about something.

Adi is six years old. I heard that the enlightenment in ancient times was quite early. She also observed that there is only one old boy in the town who is recruiting students, and the enrollment rate is not high, which means that he handed over ten students. Just one person who can be admitted to Tongsheng, the chance of becoming a scholar is basically zero.

It doesn't make much sense to send it to the town. As for going to the county town, there must be good teaching resources, but eating, drinking, and lodging, and finding opportunities to make money, she dared not think about it for a while. It all costs money. She has endured the pain of renting a house in her previous life. She has to pay more than half of her salary a month to the landlord. It hurts to think about it. How about social animals?

Another thing is that ancient pens, inks, papers and inkstones are really expensive. She asked about the price, and an ordinary brush with a better quality is two hundred cash.

Of course, there are also cheap, wool pen Wuwen.

The shopkeeper said that this woolen pen is "the best of the pens", and no one said it was used in villages and towns, but when you go to the county town, you can't take it out. The scholars in the county never look at the woolen pen!

Well, even if she buys a woolen pen for brother now, it only costs five cents.

Then there is ink, the cheapest ink is one hundred yuan.

Seventy pieces of paper for one knife, this knife is not one hundred pieces, but seventy pieces, there used to be one hundred pieces, but later the price increased and it became seventy pieces for one knife.

There are also inkstones, and the cheapest inkstones cost one hundred coins each.

Just buy this inkstone, as long as it doesn't break, basically you don't need to consider the subsequent expenses.

The durability of pen and ink is also relatively long. The pen can be used for about two months, and the ink can be used for two or three months. Both of them depend on the amount of writing.

But paper is different. Paper is the most expensive. Even if you write ten large characters a day and you spend one dollar for seven days, you need to spend four to five dollars for paper a month. Let’s count it as five dollars. The monthly fixed cost 350 texts.

Where is this what she can afford at present?

By the way, there are also books, the price of the book is about [-] to [-] Wen, and this has to be the common Three-Character Classic, Hundred Surnames, and Thousand-Character Books!
Calculated based on half a year, the cost of this ink, paper and inkstone is about [-] renminbi, which is [-] taels of silver. After a year, [-] taels of silver will be spent on studying, not including the daily living expenses. Sell, eat, use, drink, and wear.

This is not ignorance, but it is shocking, unless she can often kill wild boars, otherwise, she can't afford it, really can't afford it.

She was having a headache. No, God sent her a scholar.

Such a young Tongsheng must have a different view of the knowledge in the book. Isn't this much better than the old Tongsheng in the town?

And you don’t have to go to the town, you can teach at home. This teacher comes to the house for one-on-one tutoring. Being able to help with housework, and being able to do housekeeping, nursing home, and sewing, all such good things have happened to me!

The more Song Huan thought about it, the better he felt. Leaving Fu Yuanzhi behind was like picking up a big treasure!
"Why don't you just stay and treat me as if I invite you to come to my house to teach my younger brother. After that, I will take care of your food, clothing, housing and transportation. You can just teach my younger brother to read and write to catch up with the exam. Well, but there is a premise that must be agreed, This decision will start tonight, but you have to pay back the accommodation fee for the previous nine days? One yard is one yard, and there should be no confusion."

Song Huanyue went down to settle the accounts, rattling the little abacus.

Fu Yuanzhi looked at her shrewd little appearance, and then looked in the direction of the tombstone.

He sighed secretly, this shrewd person still needs his care?

It's not bad if she doesn't cheat others!
Fu Yuanzhi readily agreed to Song Huan's request, and just like that, Adi got an extra teacher when he slept.

From then on, childhood is no longer, and the sound of books will never die!
Early in the morning, brother carefully climbed out of bed, swished his clothes on, and went to the yard. While cleaning the fallen leaves, he recited the family names. When he finished reciting three times, the fallen leaves were also cleaned.

At this time, the sun had already risen, covered by a few pieces of morning glow, and the sun poured down from the gap, like a spotlight.

At this time, Fu Yuanzhi also got up, and the younger brother yelled "big brother" and went into the main room. Finally, he sighed in disappointment, and the younger sister still had to yell herself!
Fu Yuanzhi took the handkerchief to the side of the water tank, soaked the handkerchief with water from a gourd, wrung it dry and wiped his face. It may be the conversation with Song Huan last night, or it may be because he slept well last night and just woke up. She is in a good mood, and the sadness from yesterday has been suppressed on her face, her eyes and brows are relaxed, and she looks more beautiful.

(End of this chapter)