At the beginning of the year of famine, the lucky girl of the farm family used cheats to support the

The old man had already prepared tea and snacks, and quickly asked someone to invite them in. Only then did Fubao realize that his family had servants.

Fubao walked in with ease and said, "Grandpa Han, Grandma Han, I'm here again."

The old couple happily took out some snacks and said, "We've been waiting for you to come. We just bought some snacks today. They're still warm. Try them. This is your brother, right? The one behind him is your younger brother? They look exactly alike."

Yi Qiu was already crying because they went out without him, and now she felt even sadder after hearing this.

Fubao hurriedly explained: "These two are my brothers. My little brother and I are twins." This was something their family had discussed early on, otherwise it would have been difficult to explain since the two of them were so close in age.

Old Mrs. Han was surprised and said, "Twins, no wonder." Then she looked at Zhang Ercui and said, "I'm not feeling well. The soup you made is the only one I can drink in all these days. I'm sorry to bother you today."

Zhang Ercui: "Yishu told me, I'll go teach you right away, it's no trouble."

When she came, she brought two chickens from Fubao's space. They had already been cleaned. She just needed to tell him the seasoning and method.

Old Master Han took Yi Shu and his two siblings to the study room yesterday. Yi Sheng was overjoyed. After getting the old man's permission, he carefully took out a book and looked through it: "I have only seen books in private schools..."

The old man had heard Fubao talk about their previous conditions, and he seemed to have not expected that Yisheng had studied: "What books did you teach in the private school?"

Yisheng shook his head: "I only heard it at the gate of the private school. The teacher would not let me in without tuition."

Fubao felt a sudden pain in his heart. After his family made money, the private school was closed and there was no teacher in the village who could teach his brother, so his brother's schooling was delayed.

The old man didn't seem to expect it either, and his expression softened: "So can you read now?"

Yisheng: "Mr. Lin taught me the Thousand Character Classic."

Mr. Han: "Do you know all the words in it?"

Yisheng nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Fubao looked over in surprise. It had only been a few days since he started learning it, but he already knew it all?

Old Man Han took out a pen and paper and tested it on the spot. Not only did he read every word and sentence carefully, he could even explain the meaning and the extended logic.

Fubao knew that Mr. Han had seen countless people, and there must be many people like Yisheng who learned the Thousand Character Classic at the age of seven. It was just normal and common for him. So he hurriedly said, "Brother is amazing. He has learned so much in just a few days."

Hearing her words, Mr. Han became interested again: "So what else have you learned?"

Yisheng said: "Three Character Classic... and Dragon Whip Shadow. But the teacher is not in good health, so he only teaches for one hour a day. I haven't finished learning it yet."

Mr. Han asked seriously, "What are you studying for?"

Yisheng thought for a while and said: "Study hard and become an official, a high-ranking official!"

Fubao looked at her brother who was full of fighting spirit. She didn't expect him to say that. She had never shown such strong desire in her daily life. But she seemed to understand what he wanted to do.

Mr. Han froze, with disappointment on his face: "What's so good about being an official? Intrigues and intrigues. Is it only to be bound by the government and become corrupted by them after learning so much knowledge?"

Yisheng didn't understand why he was angry, so he answered honestly: "Being an official punishes bad people, makes sure everyone in the village has enough food, and prevents thieves from appearing in the world... If they sue me, I will handle it. I don't want them to work for me, but I should protect them. The teacher said that officials serve the people, and I want to be an official."

Fubao was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time. She knew that there were many idealists in the world, but she didn't expect Yisheng to be one of them. She felt indescribable pride in her heart. Since her brother thought so, she would definitely support him.

After hearing what he said, Mr. Han sat on the chair, and his hunched back straightened a little: "A pure heart should be like this. If I want to take you as my student, are you willing?"

Fubao looked at the old man with tears in his eyes, and his heart moved. If Yisheng could learn from him, it would definitely be the best choice.

Yisheng looked at his sister and said firmly, "Yes, sir."

Mr. Han said happily: "From now on, I will be your master and accept you as my last disciple."

Old Lady Han walked in from outside: "Who did you accept again? A few years ago, you told Yan Shen that he was your last disciple."

Mr. Han had just accepted an apprentice and was in high spirits. He waved his hand and said, "Then let him know. He is no longer an apprentice. Now we have a new junior apprentice brother."

Yisheng behaved very well, and Mr. Han liked him very much. He said to Fubao, "You brothers and sisters all have good natures, and you will definitely have great talents in the future."

Before Fubao could say anything, Zhang Ercui had already prepared the soup and brought it over, saying, "The soup is ready, please try it."

Mrs. Han thanked him, took a sip from the spoon, and immediately covered her mouth with a handkerchief. The maid next to her quickly brought up the spittoon for her to spit.

Zhang Ercui was surprised: "How could that be? It's the same soup."

Fu Bao looked at the clay pot and asked, "Auntie, what kind of chicken are you using today?"

Zhang Ercui was at a loss, "The chef said that we bought it from other places at a high price, and the meat is more tender. How could this happen?"

Fubao pondered for a while and asked, "Then were the chickens you used before... the ones I raised?" She put the emphasis on "the ones I raised" to remind Zhang Ercui whether they were the chickens in the space.

Zhang Ercui nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, you raised it."

That's it. The chickens in the space are mostly fed with sweet well water and vegetables and fruits, unlike those outside who eat everything. The chickens she raises have almost no fishy smell, and many of them are even fed with seasonings and garlic.

Fubao: "Aunt, it should be a problem with the chicken..."

Zhang Ercui: "There's another pot, made with the chicken I brought. I'll go get it now."

Sure enough, the old lady showed no sign of vomiting when she drank again, and even ate a few more pieces of mushrooms and chicken.

Mr. Han stroked his gray beard and said, "Madam Li, can you sell us a few of these chickens?"

Zhang Ercui was so nervous about being called Madam Li that she was at a loss: "This chicken is raised by Yishu, you can just ask her. You don't have to call me Madam Li, I'm not a madam. Just call me Ercui."

Fu Bao looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Since you accepted my brother as your apprentice, we will naturally pay a tuition fee. Don't worry, we will definitely come to pay you every day."

I've just arrived, and I've found a teacher for Yisheng. At the same time, I'll have a friendly neighbor. What's not to like?

When leaving, Mrs. Han took off the bracelet on her hand and gave it to Zhang Ercui: "Thank you for your hard work today. This is a token of my appreciation."

Zhang Ercui couldn't refuse, so she accepted it. On the way back, she happily spun around with the bracelet, as excited as a little child.

Yi Qiu held the wooden spear tightly from beginning to end, and danced with great vigor, showing the heroic posture of a young general.

Fubao looked at the gate of her house and asked, "Grandpa Han, do you know how much the monthly rent for this yard is?"

Old Man Han said, "The yard of your house is about ten taels."

Fubao's face fell. Ten taels a month would cost one hundred and twenty taels a year. The money they had could only last them a year and a half even if they didn't eat or drink. It seemed they had to find a way to make money.