Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Chen'er was still unwilling to speak, Luo Xiaoran was planning to hire a teacher to teach him.

After all, he is already four years old, and will be five after the New Year, so he is not young anymore.

Luo Xiaoran was thinking about this in her mind, so when she was in the bookstore, she flipped through some enlightenment books like Bai Qian.

What is amazing is that Daliang’s enlightenment books are almost the same as some ancient enlightenment books in previous lives, and even the books that must be read for the imperial examinations are the same.

This bookstore is also called Xurixuan, the same name as the bookstore I encountered in Changzhou before.

Luo Xiaoran was curious and turned to ask the boy next to her: "Does your bookstore have a branch in Changzhou?"

The servant stood aside politely and answered in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:

"Yes, girl. Our Xu Ri Xuan has branches in all major cities in Daliang, and some county towns also have branches. Our store is the only one in Fuyuan County."

Luo Xiaoran nodded, secretly admiring the boss behind Xurixuan.

How much power and strength does one need to open bookstores all over Daliang? One must be the richest man in the country or a royal relative.

After shopping for a while, Luo Xiaoran finally bought some basic enlightenment books such as "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Classic" and "Rules for Being a Good Pupil and Child".

When you take it back, you can learn the characters by following the book, and read it to Luo Xingchen so that he can memorize it in advance. Then, when he goes to private school in the future, he will be far ahead of his peers.

The more Luo Xiaoran thought about it, the happier she became. She bought a set of four treasures of the study for herself and Luo Xingchen respectively, and bought two extra bags of paper.

He suddenly realized that he was not capable of teaching Luo Xingchen how to write, and immediately jumped out of his happy state.

In ancient times, imperial examinations attached great importance to the handwriting of candidates. Luo Xiaoran estimated that if she picked up a brush, she would be able to write the words so that others could understand what they were.

If the result is worse, the font might look like chicken claws or maggots crawling.

It is impossible to let Luo Xingchen learn calligraphy with her. It seems that she still needs to find a teacher to teach him calligraphy.

Luo Xiaoran looked at Luo Xingchen, whose height just reached her thigh, and sighed inwardly:

Raising a cub is a long and arduous journey.

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When Luo Xiaoran knocked on the village chief's door, they were probably cooking dinner. A wisp of smoke was rising, and the smell of fireworks was strong.

"Who is it?" Zhao Cuilan's loud voice came from the courtyard.

"It's me, Luo Xiaoran!"

"Oh, Xiaoran, here I come." Zhao Cuilan responded as she walked towards the gate.

I kept muttering to myself: Is this Miss Luo going to send food to my house again?

So, will she accept it or not?

What's the reason for not accepting it?

If she accepted it, would her father-in-law blame her for acting on her own?

If I collect it, does that mean my mother-in-law won’t have to stew the pumpkin anymore?

Zhao Cuilan shook her head, opened the gate, and saw Luo Xiaoran leading Luo Xingchen, like a goddess leading a fairy boy, extremely eye-catching.

In an instant, I forgot all the things I had been thinking about, such as food and rice.

"Xiao Ran, why are you here today?"

Luo Xiaoran stated the purpose of her visit: "I want to ask the village chief about someone."

"Ask about someone? My father-in-law went out for something and hasn't come back yet.

Tell me first, I know a lot of people in this area!" Zhao Cuilan greeted, her voice rough but enthusiastic.

Luo Xiaoran suddenly felt that perhaps Zhao Cuilan was a better intelligence chief than her father-in-law and could receive more true and false gossip.

So he said directly: "There is a girl named Du Kongqing in the village, she..."

Before Luo Xiaoran finished speaking, Zhao Cuilan took over the conversation: "She, she is a military household in our village."

"Military household?"

"Yes, her father is a doctor in the military camp, that's what my father-in-law said, what's his name?" Zhao Cuilan frowned, unable to remember.

"Military doctor?" Luo Xiaoran asked.

"Yes, yes, medic."

"Since she's a military doctor, she should be respected, but I think she's not doing well."

After listening to Luo Xiaoran's opinion of Du Kongqing, Zhao Cuilan sighed deeply:

"Well, she is a child with a miserable life. About two years ago, the government called up soldiers to join the army to fight against the northern barbarians. Later, news came that her father had died in the battle."

Killed in action? Her father died for his country, so how could she end up like this?

Seeing Luo Xiaoran's puzzled expression, Zhao Cuilan hurriedly continued:

"The bad thing is that all the other military families in the village whose members died received compensation, except Du Kongqing's family.

Later, among the soldiers who returned alive, it was unknown who spread the news.

It was said that Du Kongqing's father, Du Shimu, had killed an important figure in the military camp and attempted to defect to the Northern Barbarians, so he was ordered to be executed."

"So, now everyone in the village is avoiding her?" Luo Xiaoran continued.

"It hasn't reached that point. There's no smoke without fire. Since there's such a saying, we should be cautious about it.

After all, Kong Qing has studied medicine with her father for several years. Who knows if she knows any poisonous herbs?"

Luo Xiaoran couldn't fully believe the news she heard today.

First of all, the claim that Du Shimu attempted to surrender to the Northern Barbarians is not credible.

In this dynasty with strict law enforcement, let alone surrendering to the northern barbarians, "attempting" to surrender would be considered treason and the entire nine generations of the family would be executed. How could Du Kongqing's life be spared?

Therefore, this statement must have been fabricated by someone, probably someone who doesn't get along with Du Shimu.

As for the rumor that he was executed for killing an important figure, it is not impossible.

This is a feudal society, and the difference between high and low is as great as the difference between heaven and earth.

It is normal for common people to be like ants and become cannon fodder for the nobles' power struggles or emotional venting.

There is a high possibility that Du Shimu will become cannon fodder.

Luo Xiaoran had some concerns about Du Kongqing's matter in her mind. She looked up and saw that it was getting late, so she prepared to go home and make dinner.

"I roughly understand. Thank you for today, Sister Cuilan. I will leave now and will not disturb you from having dinner."

“Hi, am I disturbing you? We are from the same village. If you want to know anything in the future, you can come to me and I will tell you everything I know. Say…” Zhao Cuilan was stuck again.

Luo Xiaoran could see that the village chief was a scholar, so the family members were influenced by him and liked to use idioms. She quickly added, "Nothing can be said without saying it. Then I will bother Sister Cuilan if I don't understand something in the future."

"Right, right, right, I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything I know.

You sent me a lot of meat yesterday. Although my father-in-law was very nervous while eating it and didn’t know why you sent him food, I was very happy to eat it. That’s why I want to thank you!”

"Yesterday I went to the county town with the village chief to handle household registration. Later I went to buy some daily household items, and I made the village chief wait for a long time at the gate of the county government. I felt it was inappropriate.

So I made more dinner for the village chief to taste my cooking, which can be regarded as a small compensation for my inner apology."