Li Xiaomian didn't look at the second uncle, but turned to look at the scholar's third uncle.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the envious looks of the eldest sister and Xiaodao, and was stunned.
Xiao Mian blinked and asked, "Are there only girls' schools in Fucheng?"
If there is a girls' school in the county, send the eldest sister and Xiaodao to study for two years.
Li Xiangyuan nodded, glanced at his three nieces, and explained for the first time: "Girls' school charges high fees, and they also have to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Most people can't afford it."
Xiaodao asked enviously: "I heard that my sister-in-law can write poetry. What is poetry?"
Li Xiangyuan stopped talking.
It is too troublesome to explain to an illiterate girl what poetry is.
It took me a long time to explain, but she probably didn’t even understand.
Xiao Mian glared at the scholar's third uncle. How dare he ignore his little follower?
Why don't you just go to school for two more years?
Xiaomian pulled Xiaodao and told her to stay away from the unscrupulous third uncle, and then said: "Poetry, it's just a short story, there's nothing strange about it."
Li Xiangjin couldn't help but sneer when he saw that his second niece dared to glare at him, and when he heard what she said.
"What do you know?"
He looked at everyone in the room with a condescending air.
"Poetry is a high-end culture. Even I dare not say that I am proficient in it, because it is beautiful words and sentences composed of highly condensed language."
Li Xiangyuan stared back at Xiaomian with an expression of contempt.
"Poetry has a certain rhythm and rhyme. How can a vulgar girl like you understand it?"
Am I vulgar?
The little quilt was angry, she turned around and shouted: "Mom, third uncle scolded me."
Li Xiangjin's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Xiaomian in disbelief, "How old are you, and you still want to complain to your mother?"
"It's not as big as you anyway," Xiao Mian pouted.
"You're not older than me, are you ten years old? You're half a girl, and you don't have much appearance?"
Xiaomian was even more angry, not because of what he said, but because of the condescending expression of the unscrupulous third uncle, which made her angry.
Xiao Mian straightened her back and shouted back, "You have no appearance, you are old and disrespectful!"
Li Xiangjin was also furious and pointed at Xiaomian.
"Am I being disrespectful to old people? Am I very old? I am recognized by everyone as a talented unicorn and a young hero."
"Hey, it's just you. Are you still a talented man and a young hero? You are just an old scholar and a little old man." Xiao Mian curled her lips.
Li Xiangjin has always been aloof, and the whole family treats him like gold. When has he ever been scolded like this?
He slammed the table: "You're talking nonsense. I passed the government examination even though I'm not as good as a weak official. I'm in my prime and have a bright future."
When Xiao Mian saw it, how dare you slap the table?
She also wanted to smash the table, but the table belonged to her family. What if it was smashed?
So he shouted again: "Mom, my third uncle wants to beat me again."
Li Xiangyuan was speechless.
He suddenly sat down on the stool, put his hand on his forehead, and began to rub his forehead.
This is a local scoundrel. Scholars can't explain why, and it gives them a headache!
Mrs. Song walked in with a dark face.
"Third brother, how old are you? Isn't it embarrassing to quarrel with your little niece?"
Li Xiangyuan:......
Without saying anything, he took out two ingots of snowflake silver from his arms and threw them on the table.
"Here are ten taels of silver. Please help me prepare a banquet, sister-in-law."
As he said that, he stood up and left.
Mrs. Song quickly stopped him.
"We have separated. Let the old lady organize your celebration banquet."
Mrs. Song doesn't want to meddle in the old house's business.
Li Xiangjin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. My sister-in-law didn't even call her "mother" anymore? She actually called her "old lady" like Lian Zhi.
But it's none of his business.
He said with a dark face: "It's not like I'm spending your money, I'm just helping to buy food, cook, and make things happen."
Is this the attitude of asking for help?
Li Xiangyuan suddenly looked at Xiaomian and said, "If sister-in-law doesn't want to, I'll tell dad to go."
Who wouldn't complain?
Xiaodao opened her mouth wide in surprise.
Xiaomian sneered: Learn now and sell now, how childish!
Mrs. Song also suddenly fell silent.
The third brother seemed to be different too.
Or is he just like this?
Li Xiangjin strode out and never looked back.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Xiaodao looked at his second sister with starry eyes.
The second sister was so awesome that she dared to quarrel with the third uncle and even won the argument.
Hehehe, didn’t you see that the third uncle walked away in despair?
Mrs. Song frowned and looked at the two ingots of silver. One ingot was five taels, which was exactly ten taels.
Li Benshan sighed and said: "Sister-in-law, don't be as familiar with third brother, he is still a child."
When you argue with your little niece, your face turns red and your neck becomes thick, isn't that like a child?
He added: "Besides, dad is not at home, so we can't just ignore this matter."
There will be a treat the day after tomorrow, and my father and stepmother will come back only the day after tomorrow. In other words, they have to prepare the dishes in these two days.
Ms. Song was not happy. She hated the old house and always felt that getting too close to the old house would bring bad luck.
Mrs. Li was very happy.
This is a scholar's banquet. There is not a single scholar in eight villages in ten miles. How glorious is it?
Furthermore, the third brother came to tell me this in person, and it was not someone from his own family who came up to me with contempt.
This scenery is not in vain.
Damai was also very happy at first, but what her third uncle said just now made her not so enthusiastic.
My little sister is a very obedient girl, but my third uncle is actually giving her a cold look.
Seeing Mrs. Song was still hesitating, Li Benshan said, "Didn't my sister-in-law say: many friends, many paths?"
"The third brother is a scholar after all. We have to give him face for Dazhu and Erwang, if not for anything else."
"Sister-in-law, don't worry. If he is really malicious, I, as the elder brother, will be the first to spare him."
On one side is his biological father and younger brother, and on the other side is his eldest sister-in-law who is kind to him and respects him.
He really didn't want the two sides to become like enemies and never interact with each other until death.
Mrs. Song looked at her troubled second brother and her happy siblings. She lowered her head and thought for a moment and said, "Just this time, I won't do it next time."
For weddings in the village, a normal banquet costs one hundred coins. For a better one, one hundred and twenty coins is enough.
If you kill your own pigs, you can save a lot.
Mrs. Song asked: "Did the old house not feed pigs this year?"
This little Mian knew, "I haven't fed him. I don't have any chickens at home."
Because the family was divided, there was no one to feed the pigs, so during the Chinese New Year last year, Mr. Zhao sold the pigs and stopped feeding them.
As for the chickens and ducks, Lian Zhi said that they would kill them all before going to Fucheng.
Li Benshan went to Aunt Lihua's house and bought a pig, and then he was busy killing the pig and preparing vegetables in his old house.
I heard that the third oldest scholar in the Li family is going to have a wedding banquet.
The village became lively, and people came one after another to give gifts. They all wanted to talk to the scholar and ask about the duty-free fields.
If the fields at home can be named under the name of the scholar, we can save a lot of taxes and grains!
Li Xiangjin was not willing to deal with the mud-legged people, so he either refused to wait until his parents came back, or asked them to find Li Benshan and the Song family.
The house was busy these two days, with people coming and going, so he simply closed the door and read a book in the house to take some time off.
It's as if the protagonist is not him.
His temper is well known to the whole family.
Aloof and unsociable, he likes to be alone and admire himself.
This is Li Xiangjin.
It would be strange if he chatted animatedly with the villagers.
When someone gives a gift, it is natural to keep an account.
Originally, the scholar was at home and this was his job. However, the young master had a bad temper and did not cooperate.
So, Xiao Mian suggested that Damai keep accounts.
Of the three sisters, Damai's handwriting is the neatest.
Xiaomian is good at drawing characters, but when it comes to writing, it’s not that he’s not good at it, he just has too many typos.
Who gave her a modern education and taught her to write in simplified Chinese?
As a neighbor's gift, the Song family accepted it and barley recorded it in the account.
If they want to get closer to people who want to pay land taxes, Mrs. Song will ask them to wait until Old Man Li comes home.
Although she is the eldest sister-in-law, their families are separated, and they cannot make the final decision on the affairs of the Li family's old house.