Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 110

"No, grandma, I want to go to school now."

I wonder if Song Yuan can immediately recognize all the words in "Bai Yao Cao Ji" and then be admired by girls like Song Ying.

Li waved a palm-leaf fan with one hand and held him in her arms with the other, "Be good and listen. You are too playful now. Go to school when you are older.

Look at your brother. He went to school at the age of six and studied for two whole years, but he didn't learn anything. He even wrote his own name crookedly and could not recite the Three Character Classic. Our family is poor and cannot afford such a thing."

Song Tian on the side was not happy: "I have only studied for two years, and it is already impressive that I can recite the Three Character Classic. Brother Ziliang has studied for eight years, but didn't he also stutter when answering today?

Besides, can you blame me for my crooked handwriting? Since I started school, you have bought me a piece of ink and two pens. If I want to practice calligraphy, I need tools!"

Before Li could speak, Second Uncle Song glared at her and said, "You used it up, so why don't we buy you a new one? There's still half of the ink left. Do you want me to find it out and show it to you?

These two pens are still brand new after two years of writing. Tell me, how many times have you written in them?"

Song Tian choked and said, "I want to write well, but the straw paper will bleed as soon as I write, staining my hands. How can I write?"

Second Uncle Song was so angry that he threw the palm leaf fan in his hand and hit Song Tian's arm. "You immortal board, you don't study hard yourself, but blame others for everything. You are not the only one who uses straw paper, how come others can practice calligraphy well?

You like to play and blame others for this and that. With your character, I will buy you good paper. You will regret it so much!"

Seeing their posture, Song Ying was anxious and said quickly, "You can use a slate to practice calligraphy. Use a brush dipped in clear water to write. No ink or paper is needed. The clear water dries quickly, and a slate can be used repeatedly."

Song Tian turned around and angrily cursed: "You are pretending to be good again!"

"I didn't tell you," Song Ying retorted, and immediately looked at Li, "Grandma, it doesn't cost much to practice calligraphy with a slate. Song Tian still has half a piece of ink left. It would be a waste to leave it there. I can use it when I go to school, so I don't have to buy new ink."

"You can practice calligraphy on a stone slab?" Li was surprised.

"Sure!" Song Ying nodded vigorously. "Sister Xiao Cui said that many people in Brother Ziliang's school practice calligraphy this way."

Li looked at Song Tian and said, "Why haven't I heard you say that?"

They are from the same school, so there is no reason why Song Tian wouldn't know about what Zhao Ziliang and the others did.

"I...I..." Song Tian was stuck. He didn't say anything, of course, in order to use the excuse of having no paper to escape practicing calligraphy.

He did the same thing in calligraphy class at school, which is why he only used half a piece of ink in two years.

What else could he not understand with his expression? Uncle Song suddenly thought of a lot of things and stared at Song Tian: "Did you buy anything else for the paper money your family gave you?"

Song Tian shrank his neck and said, "The slate can only be used for daily calligraphy practice. Paper is still needed for exams."

Uncle Song is not someone who can be fooled easily. It's not like we have exams every day, so how much paper can we use?

He stood up and walked towards the peach tree beside the yard. When Song Tian saw him, he ran out.

Uncle Song folded the peach branches and chased after him: "Stop right there, you little bastard! You must explain to me clearly today, what did you do with the money I gave you?"

Song Ying was also very angry, and the topic went completely off topic!

While Li was looking outside, she quickly pushed Song Yuan, and when he looked over, she immediately gave him a wink.

Song Yuan understood and begged again: "Grandma, I want to go to school now. It doesn't cost much to write on a slate!"

"You are still young and you won't learn much. It's not worthwhile for you to go to school now."

"I can learn it. I'm smarter and more obedient than my brother. I can definitely learn better than him." Song Yuan continued to act coquettishly.

Thinking about Song Tian outside, Li was a little absent-minded and said casually: "Those who are better than him should wait two years. Your brother Ziliang entered school at the age of ten and studied for a full eight years, but he has not learned anything."

Her words reminded Song Yuan, "Brother Ziliang's family is poorer than ours. They can't even afford a cow. Aunt Meihua and her family supported Brother Ziliang to study for eight years, while my brother only studied for two years. Is our family poorer than Brother Ziliang's family?"

"Yes, our family is just an empty shell..." Li began to deceive.

Seeing that Li was determined and had no intention of giving in, his ally Song Yuan was almost fooled.

Song Ying had no choice but to step in and say, "Grandma, let me go to school this year. He is just playing in the mountains, and he can learn some knowledge by going to school.

If you really are not cut out for studying, you can find out earlier and make plans earlier, go to the county to be an apprentice and learn a craft."

Song Yuan's eyes widened, and he complained unhappily: "Sister, that's not what you said this afternoon. You clearly said that I'm very smart and I can definitely do well in school."

Song Ying thought to herself that this was not good. If Li knew that it was her who instigated this, she would beat her to death.

She first gave Song Yuan a look to calm down, then faced Li's gaze and made excuses with a tingling scalp, "This afternoon, my little brother climbed up a tree in one breath. I shouted for a long time but he didn't come down. The tree is so high, what if he falls down?

I thought that if he went to school and had a teacher to look after him, he would be able to control his temper."

Upon hearing this, Li immediately frowned and scolded Song Yuan: "What did grandma tell you not to do dangerous things? The tree is so high, what if you fall down?"

After thinking about it, he was still a little worried, so he threatened again: "Do you know how Zhang the Cripple from Rongshu Village became lame? He fell from a tree when he was a child and broke his leg. Now he can't even find a wife."

Song Yuan was so scared that he touched his legs and was about to say that he did not climb the tree, but he heard Song Ying raise his voice and say, "Fortunately the tree is not high. I found it in time and went up to carry him down."

Song Yuan then remembered the look Song Ying had just given him and whispered, "I won't climb trees anymore."

Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief, with a worried look on her face, not believing his words, and continued to persuade Li: "Grandma, I think it's better for children to study at a young age. Look, Master He wants Sister Yuzhi to teach the children to study from a young age.

Mr. He has traveled a lot and earned such a large fortune. He must know more than us. There must be a reason for him to do this!"

Li didn't take Song Yuan's promise to heart. How could a child's promise be reliable? He might say it one second and forget it the next.

She thought about Song Ying's words. There was no doubt that Mr. He was a capable man. Perhaps it was better for him to start studying early.

Song Ying observed her expression and said, "Grandma, just let me try."