Carry the space through the famine years, bring the cubs to become the richest man in the five count

Xiao Hua held back her emotions, but also burst into tears: "Father, in your eyes, we are just objects, right? Sell them if they are useless, and buy them back if you can make money..."

Shen Daqi scolded furiously: "Isn't a baby girl a loser? You earn money to help your brother marry a wife and build a house, so what's wrong with you?"

"Isn't it all supposed to be?!"

"People are willing to let you go, but you don't want to go home?"

"The ungrateful thing!"

"I gave birth to you! I raised you up so much! You all forgot..."

Shen Qingyu glanced at Shen Daqi, who was held back by the villagers, but his eyes finally fell on Uncle Li Zheng.

"Uncle Li Zheng, what do you think should be done now that things have come to this point?"

Uncle Li Zheng didn't expect Shen Daqi to be so ignorant with his good intentions.

Xiaohua Xiaocao was sold to Shen Qingyu, and even if it was Shen Qingyu's private property, his biological father was not qualified to beat and scold him, let alone in front of Shen Qingyu.

"Qingyu, Xiaohua Xiaocao signed the deed of selling herself, and she belongs to you. I was the one who talked too much just now. Don't worry about what I think, just do as you want, and I won't talk too much."

Uncle Li Zheng's words made the villagers nod their heads again and again, and everyone looked at Shen Daqi strangely.

Shen Daqi was ignored by Shen Qingyu, and seeing that no one was standing by his side, he gradually didn't dare to make a fuss, and his voice actually became quieter.

It was precisely because his voice was quiet that he could hear Xiaohua Xiaocao's cry.

Oh, by the way, there is also a woman's crying, which is Xiaohua Xiaocao's mother.

"Wuwuwu...my son..." Xiao Huaniang cried until her heart broke, but she came and went, only these three words "my son".

No one knew that she wanted Xiaohua Xiaocao back?I still feel sorry for Xiaohua Xiaocao, and don't want to call them back.

Shen Qingyu had long lost sympathy for such a confused mother, and directly ignored her crying, saying in a deep voice: "Since Xiaohua Xiaocao is unwilling to go home, then she will be my people from now on. They are born in my family, and have nothing to do with their biological parents..."

This is equivalent to setting the tone.

"Shen Daqi, you openly beat my servant, you really don't think much of me, and it seems that you don't think much of my Yuji workshop. From now on, you don't have to come here when Yuji works."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Everyone in the village wanted to work in Shen Qingyu's workshop. Uncle Lizheng couldn't stand Shen Daqi's torture before, so with Shen Qingyu's acquiescence, he still allowed Shen Daqi to work in the sweet potato flour workshop.

But now that Shen Qingyu has said this in public, naturally Uncle Lizheng is not good at releasing water.

Therefore, Shen Daqi's way to enter the workshop was completely cut off.

After Shen Daqi was stunned for a short time, he became angry from embarrassment: "I, Shen Daqi, am not working in your workshop, am I going to starve to death?"

"I still don't believe it!"

"I want to see if I can starve to death without you here!"

Shen Daqi let go and left, but he didn't dare to provoke Shen Qingyu again.

After all, in the end, Shen Qingyu only said not to let Shen Daqi come to work, not to let his wife come, let alone not to accept their sweet potatoes...

Before the road is completely blocked, there is still a way to survive.

While Shen Daqi felt aggrieved, he was also afraid that the road would be blocked.

He was terrified after all.

A farce disappeared, and Shen Qingyu seemed to have nothing to do, and said to everyone: "Tomorrow, the private school will be able to study here, and anyone who wants to send their children to study, please register with Uncle Li Zheng and hand in the repair; For those who learn to read or sing operas, please register with Huang Lao, the head teacher of the Yuexiu class..."

One, two, three all explained clearly, and the villagers settled down, so they let go of their hearts, and went home one after another to prepare their own things.

Huang Yunxi and Huang Yunjiao were also in the crowd today, seeing Shen Qingyu's composure in the face of someone like Shen Daqi who lost control of his emotions, they were a little shocked in their hearts.

Then hearing from her mouth that the real class will start tomorrow, the two of them were a little excited.

On the side of Mr. Huang's troupe, the playbooks have already been written, and they are all small playbooks that can be acted by two people.

Mrs. Shizi read the playbook and helped to change it. Now everyone who has read it agrees.

People who perform on stage don’t have to be professional in singing, reciting and fighting, and they don’t have to practice basic skills for years to be on stage...

Mrs. Shizi said: "Most people read stories, not figures..."

If you can make gestures and sing clearly, you will be successful.

The same is true for storytelling, you can learn and practice at the same time, and at the same time go back to the furnace to learn new operas...

This brand-new form made everyone in the Yuexiu class feel: the decades of hard training were of no use? !

In anticipation of the entire Shenjia Village, the private school opened!

Originally, only a dozen or so children were willing to go to private schools to study, but with the implementation of the work-study system, and Shen Qingyu’s preferential treatment for scholars when giving out mooncakes and snacks, when the school really started, there were actually five or sixty people who wanted to study. !
Seeing that the private school that had just been repaired was already full, not only the people in the original Shenjia Village were shocked, but also the people in the refugee resettlement site were shocked!

Fortunately, Uncle Lizheng received Shen Qingyu's instruction and told everyone that a row of green brick and large tile-roofed houses would be built in the future for people to read books and make soap boxes, so everyone was relieved.

Just like this, many people from the next village came to ask, can they ask their dolls to study too?
Shen Qingyu has never been stingy in introducing talents, telling them that as long as they are willing to learn and do, they can not only learn to read and count, but also learn to make clay pots...

Even if the clay pots and bowls made in the end are unqualified and not suitable for selling chili sauce, they can still be sold to those [-] refugees at a low price!
They also need to use bowls to eat, and jars to hold water and oil.

No one would have thought that with the help of Guan Tao, people in the entire Shenjia Village and even nearby villages could buy cheap and practical earthenware bowls and pots...

Of course, this is something.

After the sweet potato flour workshop closed down, the villagers began to build temples and private schools...

However, Shen Qingyu and Qi Yunxiao received an order from the palace: let Qi Yunxiao come to Beijing.

Shen Qingyu guessed that the palace probably knew that Qi Yunxiao's forehead was healed and wanted to see it with his own eyes.

In other words: Qi Yunxiao, the eldest son of the Qingping Marquis Mansion who was not allowed to enter the court because of his face, now has the qualifications to enter the court as an official.

Shen Qingyu didn't know whether this was good or bad for Qi Yunxiao, but she was unwilling to trip Qi Yunxiao's legs.

If he is willing to stay, I can live a good life with him.

If he wanted to stay in the capital and become an official in the court, Shen Qingyu would not be a burden to him.

As a modern soul in the 21st century, I can still live without a man.

What's more, there is Ms. Zhao Yuzhu accompanying her...