Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 2 The Genius Song Sanlang Covered by Bad Luck
at night.

Wen Wan tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep, she thought for a long time, and felt that the best way to disturb Huang's marriage with Wang Xizi was to find someone to marry in advance.

But who will you marry?
Wen Wan is 15 years old this year, and the lotus next door, which is one year younger than her, has already been promised, but no one cares about her so far.

Wen Wan knew in her heart that it wasn't that she wasn't good enough, but that no one wanted a dumb wife who couldn't speak.

But even so, Wen Wan still didn't give up the wish in her heart since childhood - she wanted to marry a scholar.

These days, only by studying can there be a way out, and only after getting a good reputation can you have the opportunity to go out of the mountains, go to the city to see the world, and live a good life.

……

Seeing that five taels of silver and two acres of paddy fields were about to be obtained, Mrs. Zhou was in a good mood these past two days, and every time she saw Wen Wan, she had a smile on her face.

Wen Wan looked at Zhou Shi, and remembered that her premonition came suddenly when Wu Shi touched her that day.

Cripple Wang and the Wu family are from the same village. It must be due to Wu's contribution that he was able to find a matchmaker to go to Wen's house so quickly.

Mrs. Zhou is also the daughter of Mrs. Wu, so she must have played a role in piercing the needle, otherwise, when she heard that the cattle were going to be sold that day, what did she rush back to her mother's house in a hurry?
It seems that the mother and daughter have negotiated and can't wait to marry her off and receive the cow's money as a dowry gift for Wen Shun to study.

"Wanniang, this is the fabric I just bought from the town yesterday, hurry up and get the soles ready to make two pairs of shoes, lest the same one be the same when it comes to the end, don't worry."

Mrs. Zhou handed over the thread of the shoe sample and a piece of black fabric. The size of the shoe sample is quite large, and it looks like a man's foot at first glance. It is self-evident who it is for.

Seeing Zhou's face as if the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuchs were in a hurry, she said gently, it really is so.

She took the fabric, but without doing anything, she casually threw it on the bedside, went to the stove to bake two sugar cakes, and then went out with the basket on her back.

Wen Wan didn't go to the field, but went straight to the village school.

There is only one private school in Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village, and all the children of Kaimeng are sent here.

She stood outside the private school, looking up.

The window was opened a bit high, and Wen Wan couldn't reach it. She skillfully dragged the basket and put it under her feet. She leaned on the wall with both hands, and glanced into the earthen window with her moist eyes. There were seven or eight tables and stools inside. They each had a desk, staring at the book, and were reading the thousand-character essay with Master Yan shaking their heads.

The child sitting at the back opened the thread-bound book and stood it up to block Master Yan's sight. His head was moving little by little, obviously dozing off.

This kid is gentle and familiar, he is from Shanghe Village, his name is Song Yuanbao, every day when he comes to class, his head hangs down, and when the master calls him out of school, he is the most lively.

Knowing that Wen Wan would come to eavesdrop outside the private school every now and then, Song Yuanbao would show her his textbooks after school, provided that he wanted to eat the sugar cake baked by her.

There are hundreds of people in Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village, and there are not many people who can understand gentle sign language. Song Yuanbao is one of them, thanks to her sugar cakes.

However, Wen Wan basically couldn't understand the words in Song Yuanbao's textbook.

She has been eavesdropping like this for more than two years. She can memorize the Three-Character Classic, Hundred Surnames and Thousand-Character Classic proficiently, but she doesn't recognize many characters.

Because the master taught the children to write by hand, it was difficult for her to see clearly outside, and she could only learn a word or two occasionally.

At that moment, the Master finished reading the Thousand Characters, and was teaching a child who was closest to the earth window to write.

Wen Wan memorized the strokes, and was just about to jump off the basket and find a branch on the ground to write silently on the ground to consolidate and deepen her memory, when she heard a man's voice from behind, "What are you doing here?"

The voice was calm, mellow and introverted, without the intention of blame, but made Wen Wan inexplicably guilty.

She was unsteady and fell back, screaming inwardly.

However, there was no fall and injury as imagined.

The man's big, thin and slender hands supported her shoulders first, and straightened her upright.

Wen Wan's face was blushing, she couldn't say thank you, she was at a loss for a moment, she just bent down awkwardly and wiped the back basket that she had stepped on with her sleeve.

The man's eyes fell on the little girl in front of him.

She was wearing a half-new coarse cloth dress, and when she was wiping the basket, she lowered her head slightly, revealing half of her snow-white neck.

The 15-year-old's small face is delicate and clean. Viewed from the side, the eyes are watery and unbelievably beautiful.

However, the hands protruding from the sleeves were covered with calluses, so thin that the bones could not be seen.

It's obviously double-handed.

Wen Wan put the backpack back on her back again, thinking about how to say thank you, but she didn't know if the other party could understand her sign language.

She turned her head and saw that the other party was a man in a blue gown, about 27 or [-] years old, very handsome, with a bookish temperament of a literati, but not weak, he was tall and straight, calm and elegant, with deep-set eyes At the bottom, when standing there, it was like standing a Buddha, which made Wen Wan feel at a loss when being caught by an elder.

Wen Wan was struggling with how to explain to the man that she eavesdropped on his wife's class.

It happened to be the end of school time, and the children inside cheered and ran out.

Wen Wan saw a big round head flashing past her eyes, and quickly threw herself into the man's arms, shouting excitedly, "Father, why are you here?"

The caller was Song Yuanbao, a baby tiger who just dozed off during class and climbed trees to touch bird eggs after class.

Those who were called were Song Jiasanlang and Song Wei of Shanghe Village.

Wen Wan had never met Song Wei before, but after hearing Song Yuanbao's yell, she quickly remembered who this man was - Song Sanlang from Shanghe Village.

This Song Sanlang, he is a genius, he can break characters at the age of three, he can read at the age of five, he can write by himself at the age of ten, he is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and he is proficient in poetry and songs.

However, such a genius, he has not been admitted to fame until he was 27 years old this year, let alone a scholar, he did not even have a child.

The reason is that he was hit by evil spirits, bad luck was overwhelming, bad things continued from childhood to adulthood, and his future was hindered.

When I was young, I was in a private school. After school, a group of children were mischievous and wanted to ride geese on the side of the road.

As a result, the goose riders were fine, but Song Sanlang, who was on the sidelines, was scratched by the goose running over with his neck stretched out. Because he didn't take the medicine in time, the wound became inflamed and burned, and he almost killed half of his life.

When he was ten years old, Song Sanlang took part in the first county examination. There was a hailstorm on the way, and others stopped to hide. He was afraid of delaying time and did not hide. Only when he got to the examination room did he find out that the examination was postponed by one day because of the weather. As a result, he died that night. I was ill and failed the exam the next day.

For the next ten years, no matter how careful he was to avoid it, he would still be unlucky whenever he went out. He would either be hit by a hooligan by mistake, or accidentally injured by a hooligan.

Seven years ago, he managed to make it through. As soon as he stepped into the examination room, he was told that the brother-in-law who sent him to the examination had been killed by robbers.

Wen Wan also heard about this matter from her father. Since then, Song Sanlang has never taken the exam, and has always taken care of Song Yuanbao, the son of his brother and sister-in-law, as his own father.

Song Yuanbao is seven years old this year. When his biological parents were away, he was only a few months old, and he didn't know how to recognize people. It is said that he would open his mouth the year he opened his mouth and called "Dad" to Song Sanlang. Song Sanlang didn't deny it. However, the Song family did not break through this relationship.

Song Wei touched Song Yuanbao's round head with a low voice, "Didn't you listen carefully today?"

Song Yuanbao rolled his dark eyes, and immediately denied, "No way!"

While talking, he took out the textbook from the school bag on his shoulder and threw it to Wen Wan, "I don't listen carefully, how can I teach her?"

Song Wei's eyes were stained with a smile, "You still teach people?"

"That's right!" Knowing that Wen Wan can't speak, his father must not be able to understand her sign language, Song Yuanbao quickly dismissed the blame, "It's been more than two years since I learned a few words, if I don't teach her , she will kill herself sooner or later."

Wen Wan: "..." Who eats sugar biscuits and doesn't work?
(End of this chapter)