Quick Wear: BE cannon fodder does not follow the routine

Chapter 687 Marrying the Wrong Man or the Right One? (8)

After leaving the cloth shop, Shi An had a few more pieces of cloth in his hands. He bought some food, found his boat docked, and started to go home.

The boat stopped at the shore. Shi An walked five or six hundred steps along the winding path, and then climbed a dozen stairs to a village, which was Tengyun Village.

He swaggered into the village, walked to the first door, knocked on the door, and shouted: "Dad, Mom, sister, I'm back."

A clear voice inside the house said: "Brother is back!"

The light footsteps were getting closer and closer. A little girl in pink cloth opened the door, took the bag from Shi An's hand, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are back."

"Well, I bought you all some nice things."

Shi An put the things in the yard, pointed at two pieces of cloth, took them out and asked: "Do you like them? I'll make you a wedding dress. The daughter of the cloth shop owner also uses this kind of material to make her wedding dress."

Shi Xiuhua looked at the red cloth and listened to her brother's words and said coquettishly: "I won't tell you what the wedding dress is or not." The girl said so, but still carried the two pieces of cloth into the boudoir.

"Don't be shy!" Shi An said with a smile. He was about to go to the room to change his clothes, but he didn't expect a woman next door to peek in and her eyes were fixed on the things on his table.

"Hey, Anzi, did you make a fortune?"

Shi An said loudly without even turning his head: "Aunt, there are a lot of things at home, please don't mess around. If you step on something, your nephew will be unable to help you."

Sun was about to step into Shi An's yard, but she was reminded by these words that she had been caught in a trap! She smiled and said, "You... Auntie is just concerned about you. When you didn't go home last night, your parents thought you were spending the money from hunting again."

"Spending money recklessly is also my money. I know you have nothing to do."

"Auntie is going to work in the fields. You are so filial. Your grandma and grandpa have been planning to make a new dress for you."

"Oh!" Shi An felt irritated and started to chase people away. "Aunt, it's hot in this weather. I need to wash in the yard. Although you are knowledgeable, please don't peek!"

"Bah! This chick is calling itself a rooster before it even starts to sing!" Sun was so embarrassed that she said as she walked. Unexpectedly, just as she entered her yard, she heard from the next door, "Yes, some chicks that are calling themselves roosters can't become roosters now."

"Just wait!" Sun was so angry that she kicked the wooden basin on the ground and pounded her chest.

The eldest daughter-in-law put down the bucket, came over and said, "Mother-in-law, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry?"

"Get lost, there are no bad roosters or hens, only hens that can't lay eggs!"

"Don't be angry, mother-in-law. It's not good for your health if you get angry."

After hearing this, one of the women lowered her head and said nothing, only hating her own stomach for not being able to keep up.

At this time, a woman with a slightly bulging belly came out of a room, and a little boy of four or five years old stood beside her. She said, "Sister-in-law, why did you make mother-in-law angry again? It's all because of my belly that I can't help mother-in-law with many things."

"Grandma, don't be angry. I will beat anyone who bullies you." The little boy ran to Sun and said in a baby voice.

"My dear grandson, you are still as well-behaved as ever today and you know how to protect grandma."

The grandparents and grandchildren were having a great time, but in the eyes of others, they were an eyesore. Sun said to the woman who was cooking, "Old Third, cook faster. Don't let my little grandson go hungry."

The woman next to the stove could only flatter: "Mother-in-law, lunch is almost ready. I'll go and call father-in-law and his family home."

"That's good enough. We don't have enough firewood. Let those money-losing bastards get more. Otherwise, don't even think about having lunch."

"Grandma, Lai Di and the others are weeding in the fields today, and the children are not yet..."

"You're just a money-loser. You want to eat before you finish your work. If you don't hurry up, you won't get to eat at Lao San's house."

The mother-in-law was strong-willed, and the woman wanted to argue, but her sleeve was pulled by her eldest sister-in-law next to her, and the two sisters-in-law could only swallow their grievances again.

"Could it be possible that you could rebel? You are a money-loser who only takes in money but never takes out money." Sun was still muttering to herself, and the woman who was leaving the house quickened her pace...

A few days later, in a school in Menghua City——

"The way of the great Dao is to make the world a common good, to select the virtuous and the capable..."

The old teacher in the lecture hall was shaking his head, holding a book in his hand, and was very focused.

The students in the audience were also reading the contents of the book attentively, thinking that they had studied hard for ten years just to get their names on the list of successful candidates.

"Copy today's article."

The pen passes over the inkstone, the paper is covered with thick ink, the breeze blows on the face, and the fragrance of ink comes to the air.

At some point, the teacher walked down from the podium, ruler in hand, and looked around at the students. He saw a student in the front row pecking at rice, and he felt a sense of disappointment.

Snapped--

The ruler hit the student's desk, and the student woke up with a start. He only heard the teacher's admonition: "Stupid child, even the summer insects cherish their time and chirp non-stop, but you are drowsy. How can you read this sage's book?"

Gu Cixin was very ashamed. He stood up, bowed to the teacher and said, "Teacher, you are right. I am ashamed."

"You have been ashamed for a long time, Gu Cixin. Do you really want to inherit your father's dyeing factory and become a merchant?"

"Master, merchants and businessmen are also forced to make a living..."

"That's enough! Go stand outside the door, get rid of your sleepiness, and watch how other students are doing things in the classroom."

"Yes."

Gu Cixin, standing outside the door, felt very aggrieved. He didn't want to sleep, but his body couldn't bear it. It was another embarrassing day.

As the sky gradually darkened, the teacher said to the students writing on the stage: "This is the end of today's class. Go home."

"Hello, Master." The students stood up and saluted.

After leaving the school, Gu Cixin was carrying a school bag when he was suddenly bumped on the shoulder by someone behind him. He staggered forward and almost fell to the ground.

"Who!" Gu Cixin turned around and saw his classmate walking on his own with no one behind him. Even if others saw him, they pretended not to see anything.

"You little mouse who dares to do things but not to take responsibility, the surname is Ning, is it you?"

"I'm not that pus-filled." said a slightly plump boy.

Some people saw Gu Cixin's predicament and mocked him: "Hey, little boss, I didn't expect you to be so fragile. You fell down after just a few steps."

"It's a disgrace to us that businessmen are studying with us."

"Merchants are merchants. Do you really think you are suitable for studying?"

"Why not just go back home and open a dyeing shop? After all, you can have any color you want, so why bother?"

Being mocked like this, Gu Cixin couldn't help but say, "You... Although I come from a merchant family, does the imperial court have a restriction that businessmen can't study?"

The others said nothing and just left, while someone patted Gu Zhicheng on the shoulder and said, "Zhicheng, your little business brother is up to something again!"

Gu Zhicheng and the others just glanced at him casually and said calmly: "He is not good at studying. He can only read and write."

"Hehe, he is just like his gigolo father. He is not cut out for studying. Unlike you, my uncle is a serious scholar."

“Like fathers, like sons, like daughters; like sons, like daughters, like daughters.”