Travel through the famine years with your space, and become the richest man in five countries with your children Chapter 196: Entering Beijing on Order
Xiaohua held back her emotions, but she burst into tears: "Dad, 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 angrily: "Aren't female dolls just money-losing goods? You earn money to build a house for your brother to marry, so what grievances do you have?"
"Isn't that what it should be?!"
"People are willing to let you go, but you don't want to go home?"
"Ungrateful thing!"
"I gave birth to you! I raised you like this! You have all forgotten..."
Shen Qingyu glanced at Shen Daqi who was being pulled by the villagers, but his eyes finally fell on Uncle Li Zheng.
"Uncle Li Zheng, when things have reached this point, what do you think we should do?"
Uncle Li Zheng didn't expect that his kind intentions would make Shen Daqi so ignorant.
The little flowers and grass were sold to Shen Qingyu. Even if they were Shen Qingyu's personal property, his biological father was not qualified to beat or scold them, let alone in front of Shen Qingyu.
"Qingyu, Xiaohua and Xiaocao have signed the contract of sale, and they are yours. I was the one talking too much just now. Don't worry about what I think, just do what you want. I won't talk too much."
Uncle Li Zheng's words made the villagers nod their heads, and everyone looked at Shen Daqi with something wrong.
Shen Daqi was ignored by Shen Qingyu, and seeing that no one was on his side, he slowly did not dare to make a fuss, and his voice actually became quieter.
It was precisely because his voice was soft that he could hear the cries of the little flowers and grass.
Oh, by the way, there is also a woman crying, she is Xiaohua Xiaocao’s mother.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..My son..." The little flower girl cried until her heart broke, but the words came and went, only these three words "my son".
No one knows whether she wants Xiao Hua Xiao Cao to come back? Or she feels sorry for Xiao Hua Xiao Cao and doesn’t want to call them back.
Shen Qingyu had long since lost sympathy for such a confused mother and simply ignored her crying and said in a deep voice: "Since the little flowers and grass are unwilling to go home, they will be my people from now on. If they want to get married and have children, they will also
They are children born into my family and have nothing to do with their biological parents..."
These words are equivalent to setting the tone.
"Shen Daqi, you openly beat my slave. You really don't take me seriously. It seems that you don't like my Yuji's workshop. From now on, you don't have to come to Yuji to work."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
The whole village wanted to work in Shen Qingyu's family's workshop. Uncle Li Zheng couldn't stand Shen Daqi's humiliation before, but with Shen Qingyu's tacit approval, he allowed Shen Daqi to work in the sweet potato flour workshop. p>
But now that Shen Qingyu has said this in public, Uncle Li Zheng naturally can't let it go.
Therefore, Shen Daqi's way into the workshop was completely blocked.
After Shen Daqi was stunned for a short time, he became angry and said: "If I, Shen Daqi, don't work in your workshop, will I 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 did not dare to provoke Shen Qingyu again.
After all, in the end, Shen Qingyu only said that Shen Daqi would not be allowed to do things, but he did not say that he would not let his mother-in-law come, let alone not accept their sweet potatoes...
As long as the road is not completely blocked, there is still a way to survive.
While Shen Daqi felt aggrieved, he was also afraid that the road would really be blocked.
He is still afraid after all.
The farce disappeared, and Shen Qingyu, as if nothing had happened, said to everyone: "You can study here at the private school tomorrow. Anyone who wants to send their children to study should register with Uncle Li Zheng and hand it over for repair;
Those who study storytelling and opera singing should register with Mr. Huang, the leader of the Yuexiu Troupe..."
After everything was explained clearly, the villagers felt relieved and went home to prepare what they needed.
Huang Yunxi and Huang Yunjiao were also in the crowd today. They were shocked to see Shen Qingyu remain calm and composed when facing someone as out of control as Shen Daqi.
Then they heard from her that classes would actually start tomorrow, and both of them were a little excited.
Team leader Huang has already written out the play scripts. They are all small play scripts that can be performed by two people.
Mrs. Shizi has read the script and helped to revise it. Now everyone she has read agrees with it.
People who perform on stage do not need to be particularly professional in singing, chanting, and playing, nor do they need to have practiced basic skills for many years before they can perform on stage...
Mrs. Shizi said: "Most people see the story, not the figure..."
If you can understand the gestures and sing clearly, then you will be successful.
The same is true for storytelling. You can learn and practice at the same time, and return to it regularly to learn new scripts...
This brand new form made everyone in the Yuexiu class feel that the previous decades of hard training were of little use?!
Amid the expectations of the entire Shenjia Village, the private school opened!
Originally, there were only a dozen or so children who were willing to go to private schools, but with the implementation of the work-study system and Shen Qingyu's preferential treatment to students when handing out moon cakes and snacks, when school started, there were actually fifty or sixty people who wanted to go to private schools.
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Seeing that the private school that had just been built was already full, not only the people in Shenjia Village were shocked, but also the people in the refugee resettlement center were shocked!
Fortunately, Uncle Li Zheng got Shen Qingyu's instructions and told everyone that he would build a row of large blue brick houses for people to read and make soap boxes, so everyone felt relieved.
Just now, many people from the next village came to ask if their children could also come to study?
Shen Qingyu is never 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 final clay pots and bowls are not up to standard and are not suitable for holding chili sauce for sale, they can still be sold to the 10,000 refugees at a low price!
They also need to use bowls to eat and jars to hold water and oil.
No one expected that just by getting a Guan Tao, people in the entire Shenjia Village and even nearby villages could buy cheap and practical pottery bowls and pots...
Of course, this is a story for later.
After the sweet potato flour workshop closed, the villagers began to build temples and private schools...
But Shen Qingyu and Qi Yunxiao received an order from the palace: let Qi Yunxiao come to Beijing.
Shen Qingyu guessed that the palace 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 Qingpinghou Mansion, who was not allowed to enter the court because of loss of 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 hinder Qi Yunxiao's legs.
If he is willing to stay, I will 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 become a burden to him.
As a modern soul in the 21st century, we can still live without men.