at night.

Wenwan tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep. She thought for a long time and felt that the best way to mess up the marriage between her and Wang Crook was to find someone to marry in advance.

But, who should I marry?

Wen Wan is fifteen years old this year, and the lotus flowers next door, one year younger than her, have already been promised, but no one cares about her.

Wenwan knew in her heart that it was not that she was not good-looking, but that no one was willing to be a mute who couldn't speak as her wife.

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

Nowadays, only by studying can you have a way out. Only by taking the exam can you get a chance to get 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, Zhou was in a good mood these two days. Every time he saw Wen Wan, he smiled on his face.

Wenwan looked at Zhou and remembered that her premonition was suddenly born when Wu touched her that day.

Wang Cutezi and Wu are from the same village. It is believed that Wu's contribution is indispensable to his ability to find a matchmaker to go to Wen's house so quickly.

Zhou was Wu's daughter again, and she must have played the role of threading needles and threading in it. Otherwise, she heard that she was going to sell cattle that day, so she ran back to her parents' home to do something?

It seems that the mother and daughter were negotiating and couldn't wait to marry her and receive the bride price for the cow to study gently.

"Wan Niang, this is the fabric I just bought from the town yesterday. Take the time to get the foundation and make two pairs of shoes, so as not to be the same or not when it comes to the end, and be anxious."

Zhou handed over the shoe pattern toe and a piece of black fabric. The shoe pattern was quite large in size and it was obvious that it was a man's feet. It goes without saying who he did it for.

Seeing Zhou's expression of an emperor's face as if the eunuch was anxious, gentle and thought to himself, it was true.

She took the fabric, but didn't do it. She threw it at the head of the bed and went to the stove to bake two sugar cakes, and then went out with a basket on her back.

Wenwan didn't go to the fields and went straight to the village to study.

Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are the only private schools, and all the children who are in charge of education are sent here.

She stood outside the private school, tilting her head.

The window was a little high and could not reach it gentle. He skillfully dragged the basket over and placed it under his feet, held the wall with both hands, glanced at the earthen window with moist eyes, and there were seven or eight tables and benches inside. The children each had a desk, staring at the books, and were following Master Yan shaking his head and chanting the Thousand Characters.

The child sitting at the end turned the thread-bound book open and stood up to block Master Yan's view, and his head was clearly dozing off.

This child is very familiar with Wen Wan. He is from Shanghe Village, named Song Yuanbao. Every day he is depressed when he comes to class. When the Master calls him to school, he is the most lively.

Knowing that Wen Wan came to the private school every now and then eavesdropped on her, Song Yuanbao would show her textbooks after school, provided that she had to eat the sugar cakes she baked with her own hands.

There are hundreds of people in Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village, and not many people can understand Wenwan Sign Language. Song Yuanbao is one of them, thanks to her sugar cake.

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 every three-character classic, a hundred-family surname and a thousand-character text, but she doesn't recognize many words.

Because the Master taught the children to write step by step, it was difficult for her to see clearly outside, so she could only learn one or two words occasionally.

Now that the Master finished reciting the Thousand Characters, he was teaching a child closest to the earthen window to write.

Wen Wan remembered the strokes. Just as she was about to jump out of the basket and find a branch to write on the ground to consolidate and deepen her memory, she heard the man's voice coming from behind, "What are you doing here?"

The voice was very calm, mellow and restrained, and there was no intention of blame, but it made Wen Wan feel guilty.

She was unstable and fell backwards, and she secretly complained in her heart.

However, there was no thought of falling and injury.

The man's pair of thin and slender hands supported her shoulders first and helped her straighten her.

Wen Wan's face turned red, she couldn't say anything thanks, and she was at a loss for a moment, so she bent down and wiped the backpack 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 coarse cloth dress that was half new and not old. When she wiped the basket, she lowered her head slightly, revealing half of her snow-white neck.

The fifteen-year-old little face is delicate and clean. From the side, his eyes are watery and unpretentiously beautiful.

However, the hands poked out from the sleeves were covered with calluses, so thin that they could not see any flesh.

It's obviously a pair of hard-working hands.

Wen Wan carried the basket back on her back again, thinking about thanking her, 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 long blue gown. She was about twenty-seven or eight years old, very handsome, with the literary temperament of a scholar, but not weak. He was tall and upright, calm and elegant, with his eyes that were bottomless. When he stood there, he was like a Buddha, which made Wen Wan feel at a loss as if she was caught by her elders.

Wen Wan was struggling with how to explain to a man that she eavesdropped on the teacher’s class.

It happened to be the end of school hours, and the children inside ran out cheering.

Wen Wan saw a big round head flashing in front of her eyes, and soon threw herself into the man's arms, shouting excitedly, "Dad, why are you here?"

The person who called someone was Song Yuanbao, who just dozed off in class and crawled trees and touched bird eggs after class.

The ones who were called Song Jiasanlang and Song Wei in Shanghe Village.

Wen Wan had never seen Song Wei, but when Song Yuanbao shouted, she quickly remembered who this man was - Song Sanlang from Shanghe Village.

This Song Sanlang is a genius. He is a genius. He is a choreographer at the age of three, knows literature at the age of five, and can write by himself at the age of ten. He is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and is well-versed in poetry, lyrics, songs and essays.

However, such a genius was not admitted to the exam until he was twenty-seven years old this year, not to mention scholars, even children did not.

The reason is that he has evil deeds and bad luck, and things have been constantly in decline from childhood to great decline, and his future is hindered.

When I was a child, I started a private school. After school, a group of children were naughty and wanted to ride geese on the side of the road.

As a result, the geese were riding the geese and they were fine. Song Sanlang, who was watching, ran over with his neck and sneered. Because he did not take medicine in time, his wound became inflamed and burned, and he almost lost half his life.

When he was ten years old, Song Sanlang participated in the first county examination. There was a hailstorm on the way. Others stopped to hide. He was afraid that he would not hide. He went to the examination room and found out that due to the weather, the exam was postponed by one day. As a result, he got sick that night and failed the exam the next day.

In the next ten years, it was not the case or that. In short, he never walked into the examination room smoothly.

Seven years ago, I finally got it right, but as soon as I stepped into the examination room, someone told me that my brother and sister-in-law who sent him to the examination were killed by the robbers.

Not many people knew about this, Wen Wan also heard from her father. Since then, Song Sanlang has never taken the exam again and has always taken care of his son Song Yuanbao, whom he was his own father.

Song Yuanbao is seven years old this year. When his biological parents were not around, he was only a few months old and could not recognize others. It is said that when he could speak, he opened his mouth and called Song Sanlang "Dad". Song Sanlang did not deny it, and the Song family did not break the relationship.

Song Wei touched Song Yuanbao's round head and his voice was low, "Didn't you listen carefully today?"

Song Yuanbao's eyes turned and he immediately denied, "No!"

While speaking, he took out the textbook from the cross-body bag and threw it to Wen Wan, "I don't listen carefully, how can I teach her?"

Song Wei's eyes were filled with a smile, "You're going to teach someone?"

"Yes!" Knowing that Wen Wan can't speak, his father would definitely not understand her sign language. Song Yuanbao was very easy to blame. "I have been studying for more than two years and I have only recognized a few words. If I don't teach her, she will sooner or later be stupid."

Wen Wan: "..." Who did not work after eating sugar cakes?

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After thinking about it, I will update it at the beginning of February for good luck. The New Year is coming soon. I wish you the little cuties a good luck in the new year in advance and have a proud luck^_^
Chapter completed!