Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

It was a big deal for the children to go to school, so Yang Dashan took Damao to the village chief's house early the next morning. Damao was carrying a small basket with a small piece of meat and a small bag of red dates in it, which were donated by Miss Xiaocao.

Last night, Miss Xiaocao said she wanted to go with them, but she was still sleepy, so the father and son automatically left her out.

People are used to getting up early, and the village starts to get busy at this time. There is enough water now, and although not every family grows winter wheat and sweet potatoes, there are other crops to tend to, so people go to the fields early to see if they need to water or weed, and then come back to eat breakfast, and then in the evening, most people eat two meals a day, and only eat one meal during the season in the countryside.

When Li Dashan arrived at the village chief's house, he saw the village chief's eldest daughter-in-law, Wu Cuiping, sweeping the yard. She was Yang Bolin's mother. "Sister-in-law, is the village chief uncle home?"

"Oh, it's too late to go down the mountain. Come in and sit down. Dad has gone to the fields. He just left. I asked Ertou to go find him and bring him back."

Then he shouted outside: "Ertou, hurry up and go to the field to call your grandfather back and tell him that your uncle Dashan is here."

"Okay." The voice was heard but the person was not seen. The second person was the son of the village chief's second son.

Wu Cuiping heard from her son and father-in-law that the Yang family was different now. They grew both winter wheat and sweet potatoes. The sons were all very smart, especially Damao, who had learned a few characters from his grandfather and had finished learning two enlightenment books. He was not obvious now, but once he really entered school, he would probably not be much different from her. So she asked her family to spend more time with them.

I have to say that Yang Bailin has a very good vision.

The village chief's wife heard the noise and came out to invite people to come in and sit down.

Damao handed the basket in his hand to Wu Cuiping, "Grandma, the village head, this is what my grandma brought. She said that Brother Berlin needs to be well taken care of now that he has returned."

The village head's wife said politely but took it without hesitation and handed it to her daughter-in-law, "See if Brother Lin has gotten up. Ask him to come over and chat with his uncle Dashan."

"Well, I'll go call him right away." Wu Cuiping was very happy holding the basket. Her family had to support Lin Ge'er's education, and they didn't live a rich life, so they tried to save as much as possible. When her son came back last night, Dashan sent a piece of meat, so today was a good time to have some meat.

When Yang Bailin came over, the village chief also came back in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the yard, he asked, "Dashan, what's the matter with you coming here so early in the morning?"

Yang Dashan: "Uncle, Damao's mother invented pig offal food, and then my eldest brother-in-law went to the county town to sell it. The business was pretty good, so he got some profits. My father always wanted to send Damao to school, and now that Brother Lin is back, he wants to come to you to discuss the rules?"

The smell of meat wafted from the house every now and then, and every household was jealous, so everyone had a unanimous statement about the pig offal business: they had no money to buy meat for Yang, who was in confinement, so they could only buy some cheap pig offal. Then Li made it after tinkering with it for a few times.

The village chief slapped his thigh and said, "Great! Reading is good. Our village has one more scholar."

"Brother Lin, come and tell them what the private school is like."

Yang Bolin is tall and thin. Although he wears a patched shirt, he can't hide his scholarly air. His eyes are clear and upright, and he doesn't look pedantic at all. "Uncle Dashan, Qing'er, you have to take an examination before you can enter the private school. Only after you pass the teacher's examination can you be accepted. Our private school used to have scholars as teachers. A few years ago, a great teacher came. I heard that he was a juren who came back from the capital. So in the past few years, the private school has produced several students, and this year we also produced a scholar."

"In fact, the tuition fees of private schools are not expensive. What is expensive are the pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Gifts are also required for the two major festivals every year. There are two days of vacation every half month. You can eat and live in the school. You can give money to eat in the school or bring food to the school. You have to buy books yourself. You can buy the books according to the teacher's teaching, and you don't have to buy them all at once. There are some handwritten books in the bookstore, which are not bad and much cheaper. You can buy this kind. I also use handwritten books."

The village chief and Yang Dashan and his father listened very carefully.

Yang Bolin: "Qing'er, review your textbooks at home in advance. I'll be at home for the next two days, so why don't you review with me? You should also practice your handwriting."

Yang Dashan said repeatedly: "Brother Lin, I won't disturb you from studying now."

Yang Bolin waved his hand and said, "Don't bother me."

"Then you brothers, bring your pens, ink, paper and inkstones, but don't make a fuss."

When the village chief heard this, he asked: How many brothers are you?

"Dashan, are all the boys in your family going to school?"

"No, Simao, wait two years at home before going, and the other three can go first. If they succeed, they can go, but if they fail, forget it."