Huan'er didn't know her mother's worries, and thought she was worried that she had worked too hard to say so, so she expressed her true thoughts: "But mom, I like reading and don't feel it's hard at all."

It would be fine if I didn't say this, but Sang Ye didn't know what to say. She resisted the urge to tell Huan'er the truth, and her tone became softer: "Huan'er, it's not that I don't let you study, but that I feel that fame and fortune are illusory. I just hope that you can stay by my mother's side and that our family will be together with you."

Huan'er looked at her mother in surprise, as if she was surprised by her thoughts.

Whether it was his uncle or his classmates in the academy, they all had the ambition to change the family and shine their lintels, and were willing to endure the boring ten-year hardship. He thought his mother also wanted to make a name for herself, but she did not expect that this was not the case.

After understanding this, Huan'er suddenly felt a little sad: "Mom, do you think I'm useless and impossible to go to that point, and you're afraid that I will be hit and unable to recover in the future, so you don't want me to embark on the road of imperial examinations?"

Sang Ye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly rubbed his son's little head and smiled: "Silly child, how could you have this kind of thought? In my mother's heart, there is no child smarter than you. Look at you every ten-year exam, aren't you the top name?"

Huan'er was confused again and couldn't help asking: "Then, why are you..." Why don't you like other people's mothers, hoping that your children will take the scientific examination to shine on their lintels?

After hearing this, Sang Ye didn't know how to explain it. To be honest, the child was thinking about gloriously and had no reason to convince him. It seemed that he would not give up.

This reason is hard to find. Sang Ye was worried about it and said with a little self-deprecating: "There is no 'why'. If my mother refused to let you take the exam and refused to enter the officialdom, would you listen to her?"

Although the road to the imperial examination is like a single-plank bridge that is crossing a single-plank bridge, not every scholar can pass the layers of exams to get to that point, but this child is extremely talented and persevering, and the possibility of getting to that point is extremely high, so she has to be careful!

You can't just tell him that he can't be admitted to the government. This will only cause greater blows on the child. And when it really reaches that point, I'm afraid that only by telling him the truth can I stop it. Then it will be a double blow. Can this child be as safe and happy as she wishes?

This matter is not too late. Sang Ye can only use such an excuse that is almost rogue to cut off Huan'er's idea of ​​becoming an imperial examination.

Unable to get a positive answer from Sang Ye, Huan'er had already developed suspicion for her. He did not suspect that his mother, who had always loved her, had ulterior motives, but that his mother had no choice but to be unwilling to enter the imperial examination.

Why did my mother hide it from him and refuse to tell the truth to him? Isn’t he still a child who can’t bear the burden and doesn’t believe him?

This may have made Huan'er even more frustrated. After a long time, he raised his head and plucked up the courage and said, "Mom, I've grown up." So just tell me directly with your difficulties, I can share the burden for you.

Unexpectedly, Sang Ye misunderstood Huan'er's meaning, thinking that the little guy said that he had grown up and had the right to decide the way he wanted to go, and he didn't want her to intervene, so he felt more and more depressed.

"...Huan'er, I'm doing this for your own good. One day you will understand Niang's painstaking efforts!" Sang Ye said this passage with difficulty that she had once despised.

She didn't expect that one day she would become such a person, using excuses for her to interfere in her children's life.

Huan'er also misunderstood. Seeing that his mother had always concealed her and refused to tell the truth, his little face became dim. He neither agreed to dispel the idea of ​​becoming an imperial examination or refute his mother's words.

Sang Ye was confused and held back what he wanted to say. He decided to find an opportunity to meet Feng Lun and see if Feng Lun could do it. While stopping Huan'er, he would minimize the damage.

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After half a month of washing and drying, people finally ushered in a warm and lively New Year Festival amid the sound of firecrackers, the tempting fragrance in the kitchen, and the laughter of children showing off their new clothes.

Just like last year, the Zheng family’s New Year’s dinner was still full of cold and hot dishes. There were more Zheng Shan Qingma couple on the dining table, and less Zheng Lin, who should have sat beside Old Man Zheng and poured wine and dish for Old Man Zheng.

The Qingma couple of Zhengshan came back on the 28th day of the 12th lunar month. Last year, they were on duty for the charity house, and this year they changed another couple.

During this year, the couple's performance was impressive, and Sang Ye confirmed that they had really improved, so they let them live at home and have a reunion dinner together.

At this time, there was no one who should have sat here for the New Year dinner, and the atmosphere of the New Year became a little strange. Fortunately, there were three siblings and three more siblings, and there were also some more glutinous dumplings, which was not too deserted.

Old Man Zheng drank a few glasses of wine, looked at his grandchildren, then at his son and daughter-in-law, and suddenly sighed: "If the boss is here, we will be reunited."

There was also Zheng Shuiqing, but Zheng Shuiqing was expelled from Taoyuan Town and had not come back for more than half a year. Old Man Zheng, who was unaware of the situation, felt resentful towards this young son and knew that others didn't like him, so he didn't mention him.

When he heard this, Meng, who was picking up food for tiger heads, put down his chopsticks and wiped his tears and said, "I don't know where Alin has gone, and whether he has eaten hot rice during the Chinese New Year."

Mang Ye, who had no appetite, suddenly felt that the food in the bowl was boring, but he had to pretend to smile and comfort the two elders: "Dad, mother, Brother Lin is not a three-year-old child, he will take good care of himself. Besides, their group of people will definitely be guarding a large table of dishes like us, and having a lively New Year's dinner!"

Ma immediately swallowed the food in his mouth and smiled and agreed, "Yes, yes, last year, we were the couple in the charity house, and we also packed a large table of dishes for a good New Year. Brother, he will definitely not treat him badly, so don't worry!"

As she said that, she glared at her husband who was sitting foolishly and signaled him to speak quickly.

Zheng Shanqing is a good person. When he heard Ma's eyes, he immediately picked up the wine pot and poured wine into the wine glasses of Old Man Zheng and Meng: "Dad, mother, brother, I said he would come back after the New Year, don't worry! When the elder brother gets home, we can sit together for a reunion dinner together."

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bsp; "Grandpa, grandma, Huahua also respects you, wishing you good health and a long life!"

I spent a few more young people to be sensible, and they picked up food from my grandparents' bowls, picked up their own cups of rice wine, toasted them in a similar way, and said something to please.

Under such comfort, the two elders gradually put away their previous sadness, raised their cups and drank them, and a smile appeared on their faces again.

Just as the atmosphere was getting better, a gray pigeon landed at the door. It jumped and stood on the threshold, its little head leaned into the house, and "cooed" at the person who was eating.

The room was bustling, and she didn't notice a little monster at the door, nor did she hear its screams. Until Mangye accidentally swept the living creature to the corner of her eyes, she clearly saw a tuft of gray hair on its head. She suddenly stood up, and even the chopsticks in her hand fell on the dining table.

"Cough cough...Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?" Ma Shi, who was sitting beside her, was frightened and choked, and asked with concern while coughing violently.

Mang Ye's attention was all on the pigeon, and he could not hear Ma's words. She stuffed the dumplings into Ma's arms and lowered the dining table. She rushed to the door in three steps and two steps, squatted down and caught the jumping bird, skillfully opening the message tube on its leg.

Seeing that there was indeed a tight creed inside, she was delighted and quickly pulled out the creed to smooth it out. When she saw the familiar handwriting on it, tears burst out uncontrollably.

The abnormality of mulberry leaves made others nervous, and they put down their bowls and chopsticks to come over. When they saw the words written on the creed clearly, Old Man Zheng thought of something and asked excitedly: "Boss wife, was it written by A Lin? Is A Lin coming back soon?"

Meng also said anxiously: "Xiao Ye, hurry up, what is written on Kuai Nian Nian Xin!"

Sang Ye nodded heavily and said with tears in his smile: "Yes, it's Brother Lin's letter!" After that, she roughly read the contents of the creed and felt that there was no need to hide it. She skipped the words the man wrote to her and read out the rest word by word for her parents-in-law.

When I was able to arrive at home at the end of February, not only did Sang Ye cry again excitedly, Old Man Zheng and Meng also shed tears of joy, wishing that the New Year would pass soon and that the end of February would come tomorrow.

This letter of family helped Zheng's family get rid of the cold and become lively.

The big stone that had been pressing on Mang Ye's heart for several days completely fell back to its original place. The familiar handwriting on the creed made her sure that the man was out of danger, and at least she could write this long letter of family when her injuries improved.

After dinner, Ma took on the work of washing and washing. Sang Ye said thanking him, so he handed the dumplings to Meng. He went to the study to grind ink and wrote a reply to a man thousands of miles away.

Compared to the previous letter, the style of this letter became much lighter. Sang Ye did not ask about the man's injuries, and he would not tell her. He would wait for someone to come back and settle the accounts slowly. He only wrote down the common things in a casual manner, and did not even have the place to sign the article until the end.

If the message tube wasn't too small and could not have too many pages of paper, she might have been able to write until dark.

Watching the pigeon slowly fly away, turning into a small dot in the sky, and finally disappearing under the blue sky and clouds, Mang Ye smiled at the corner of his mouth, slowly withdrew his gaze, worried for more than half a month, and felt unprecedented relief in his heart.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, as usual, it was the day when the Zheng family worshiped their ancestors. The Zheng family prepared sacrifices as they did in previous years, and was carried by Zheng Shanqing. The family went to the ancestral hall early in the morning.

Last year, there was a Niu family who was like a mess, which turned a good sacrifice into a criticism and controversy conference. There was no similar farce this year. Now the Zheng family members relied on their tiger-head shoes and their waist bags gradually became bulging. Many trivial disputes in the past were gone. Therefore, the atmosphere of sacrifice this year was harmonious, and the whole process soon came to an end.

I didn't see Zheng Lin, so many people asked Sang Ye. Sang Ye explained the reason and mentioned that the man's return date was no longer asked, but someone heard that she suddenly had a gossip that Zheng Shuiqing, who had not appeared for almost a year, came.

"Oh, talking about that third brother, my little grandson told me yesterday that in summer, I saw a beggar who looked very similar to him. He looked at him and thought it was very pitiful, so he took two steamed buns to the beggar. Unexpectedly, the beggar ran away after a glance, and he never met him again."

The person who spoke was a woman over fifty years old. She was from Qianzheng Village. She said that she was her little grandson who worked as a clerk in a restaurant in a neighboring county.

"Beggar? It shouldn't be Zheng Laosan. With his temperament, I believe when I come back and kowtow and beg for mercy. I don't believe if he becomes a beggar." Someone raised questions, and obviously he knew Zheng Shuiqing's behavior very well and came to the nail on the head.

"It probably looks similar, but the third brother is the same. He hasn't come back for more than half a year, and I don't know where he went. The two old guys didn't want to be there, just like they didn't have this son." The old lady said with a tongue, not understanding how the Zheng family could ignore him.

"Let's not worry about this. Every family has a difficult sutra. Who knows if the two old people have any difficulties... When they are old, they have to rely on their eldest son. This young son is another incompetent. They can live one day less. How can they care about so much?"

"That's right, their eldest daughter-in-law must be smart enough to do business outside. I'm afraid she can't tolerate her brother-in-law sucking blood..."

The two people who were talking excitedly didn't know that Sang Ye was behind them, and they finished what they said.

After listening for a while, Sang Ye felt bored. Without disturbing the two of them, he quietly retreated without caring about their malicious speculations.

After all, what these two people said is true. If Zheng Shuiqing really dared to come back to suck blood, she would definitely teach him to be a good person.

However, she didn't expect that Zheng Shuiqing would end up in such a miserable way, and she actually wandered to a neighboring county and became a beggar. If the beggar was not Zheng Shuiqing, she would not have escaped in a hurry when she saw the person holding the steamed buns. She would have thought she could not afford to lose the people and ran away!

If you don’t commit suicide, you won’t die. It is probably a true portrayal of Zheng Shuiqing. If he can wake up in time like Zheng Shanqing, instead of getting involved in gambling, and indulging in gambling, how could he fall into such a situation!
Chapter completed!