12dz Chapter 432 The Flower of Barrenness (7)
Chapter 432 The Flower of Barrenness (7)
Wangyou then took out the book she had ordered and began to memorize the laws of Dayong. This was something the whole family should study and memorize thoroughly, so that they could either trick others or avoid being tricked themselves.
After resolving a series of issues in the village, the family set off for the prefectural city, with Tian Zhuang accompanying them. After all, Tian Zhuang's father was a landlord, and he couldn't leave the city for the time being.
Upon arriving in the prefectural city, the group first found an inn, then Tian Laosan went to find the broker they had met before. The family then went to look at houses and finally settled on a house at the foot of Qingshan Academy.
Firstly, it's convenient for the fields, and secondly, since the Forget-Me-Not is still covered in snow, you can take it up the mountain to get some fresh air from time to time.
Along the way, Tian Zhuang and Tian Ye were making the most of their time to familiarize themselves with the laws of Dayong, so that they could better deal with Wang You's various problems and the scenario simulations she proposed, such as how to escape under what conditions.
As the saying goes, a scholar is useless in a hundred ways, and Wangyou didn't want to painstakingly raise two idiots who knew nothing but studying.
Therefore, during their time off, in addition to being tested on the courses they were studying at the academy by Wangyou, they also had to go to the farm with Tian Laosan to work in the fields.
The Tian family now not only runs a calligraphy brush business, but has also started selling inkstones and calligraphy brushes, mainly targeting children from poor families. As a result, they have accumulated a considerable fortune over the years.
"Sister, you were absolutely right to tell us to keep our talents hidden. A few days ago, a student from the academy killed the first-place winner just to get the prize money. It was thanks to you, Sister, that we were able to find the culprit.
But don't worry, sister, we didn't expose ourselves; we just got others to do it.
"Well done, keep up the good work." Wangyou had heard about this before, but such things were rare at Qingshan Academy. Lanshan Academy next door was much more lively.
It was basically full of children of the powerful and wealthy, making the competition even fiercer. All sorts of tricks and schemes were used. Before each imperial examination, it was quite normal for those who did well to have an accident or something.
The world is never black and white; it's more often a gray area.
After this incident, Tianye and Tianzhuang became even more low-key. They made two or three friends at the academy, but never went out to form cliques. They focused solely on studying the classics.
Wang You's life has always been leisurely. He reads, writes, paints, and plays with wolves. In addition, Tian Laosan and Song Shi have developed many side businesses together, and the family's life is getting better and better.
"Wangyou, your father wants to discuss something with you."
"What's wrong, Dad? Why are you so serious?"
"Your father has earned a lot of money over the years, but as the old saying goes, one tree cannot make a forest. When A-Ye enters the imperial court in the future, he will need the support of the clan. So your father wants to donate some money to the clan to build a clan school. When more people pass the exam, it will be a help to you and A-Ye."
“Father’s idea is good, but we should wait until A-Ye passes the imperial examination before telling the clan. At that time, the clan chief will pay more attention and be more grateful. If we build a clan school now, some people will inevitably be envious and think that if A-Ye and Tian Zhuang can do it, their children can definitely do it too.”
Wangyou didn't say anything more, but Tian Laosan understood. After all, the scholar still lacked a voice.
"Father understands. How are you feeling today? I see you look much better lately. It seems the doctor's medicine is effective."
"It's really good, but I wonder if the doctor can make the medicine into pills, it's too bitter." Wangyou's face scrunched up at the thought of the taste of Chinese medicine.
"I know you hate bitterness, but the doctor said that this medicine is not as effective as the decoction when it is made into pills. Listen to me, I will go to the market tomorrow and buy you more candied fruit," said Old Man Tian lovingly.
Wangyou sighed, "Alright!"
"Once you recover, your father will take you to travel around and see the beautiful scenery of our Great Yong."
"Father, you've painted too big a picture; I can't take it," Wangyou said with a smile.
Tian Laosan glanced at Wangyou, ruffled her hair, and said nothing more.
In the past two years, Wangyou has grown up and become more and more beautiful. Tian Laosan was also afraid. Fortunately, his daughter had been able to protect herself since she was a child, so no one knew what she looked like.
But the daughter can't stay hidden forever. It seems I need to urge my son to work hard. If he doesn't, he won't even be able to protect his sister.
Flowers that bloom in barren lands are either poisonous or have been pulled up.
That day, Wangyou went shopping with her mother, Song.
Song and Tian Laosan wanted to buy two maids to serve Wangyou, but Wangyou refused. Later, Wangyou suggested buying a whole family: a groom, a cook, and someone to clean the courtyard.
Wangyou disguised her hands, face, and neck, making her skin pale with freckles, and deliberately made herself look ordinary. Only then did the mother and daughter happily go out.
"Mother, let's go to the bookstore."
"You, all you ever think about is buying books."
Although Song said this, she still took Wangyou to the bookstore. This bookstore had business dealings with the Tian family, so they were quite familiar with it.
This time, Wangyou didn't head towards the books of sages and saints, but instead went to the place that sold storybooks. She had recently heard that someone in the prefectural city was selling storybooks very well, so she became curious.
"Miss, you want to buy some storybooks to read, right? These are all very popular recently."
"May I open it and take a look?"
"of course can."
Upon hearing the pageboy's affirmative answer, Wangyou opened the book to read it. At first glance, it was a story of a scholar marrying a rich girl. At second glance, her eyes were dirty. What kind of bizarre plot was this?
The scholar was poor and couldn't afford to go to school. He met a rich girl on the road and decided to seduce her. The rich girl was quickly captivated by the scholar and willingly gave him money to support his studies. Unexpectedly, on the day the scholar passed the imperial examination with top honors, the rich girl suddenly fell ill and died. In the end, the scholar had his wedding night and passed the imperial examination with flying colors. What chance did the rich girl have?
Wangyou felt that the plot was abnormal, so she put the book down and was about to pick up another one when she saw several women dressed as maids rush in, pick up several storybooks and hand over money.
Wangyou was surprised that this kind of book was quite popular. She opened another one, but then quickly put it down as if it were a hot potato.
"Does Miss not like any of them?" the page asked, puzzled. Many young ladies in their boudoirs liked these books.
"There's something wrong with this content, I can't bear to read it." Wangyou shook her head, no longer curious.
Many stories these days are written by men, and naturally, they tend to be biased towards men. However, many young women are confined to their homes and naturally yearn for stories of talented men and beautiful women.
Wangyou probably doesn't have a knack for romance, because reading her work just feels incredibly awkward.
The pageboy didn't say anything; a business transaction naturally requires both parties to be willing.
Wangyou turned to the page and asked, "Do you sell any medical books or herbal medicine books here?"
"Miss, you are joking. Medical books are passed down through generations of doctors and are not usually sold in bookstores. You can try asking at a clinic."