The young couple from the farm fights back

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, many villagers in Shilitun saw Zhou Chunfeng leading a six or seven-year-old child to the Zhou Ancestral Hall. They all widened their eyes in curiosity and whispered to each other.

When Que Ge'er was taken out to meet people for the first time, he was so nervous that he clenched Zhou Chunfeng's hand tightly, lowered his head and dared not look up at anyone.

Uncle Zhou Er had informed the clan leader and elders earlier and chose the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to have the child adopted by the Chunfeng family included in the family tree and recorded under the name of Zhou Chunfeng's family.

To outsiders, they said that the child was an orphan of Ruan's maternal family, and had gone through many hardships to find refuge in Shilitun. As an elder, Zhou Chunfeng could not just stand by and watch him die.

Opening an ancestral hall and including it in the family tree is a major event in the clan. Many men in the Zhou clan came to the ancestral hall to watch the ceremony. The complicated etiquette process was solemn and particular.

Zhou Lao San and Zhou Lao Er also came to the ancestral hall to pay their respects. When Zhou Lao Er heard that an orphan from a foreign relative had come to the main house, he couldn't believe it. He had clearly heard that Ruan's mother and daughter had fallen on hard times and came to Shili Village, and that they had no relatives at home, so how could a little boy suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Others don’t know, but Zhou Laosan had already guessed that this kid was the child who appeared on Tietou Mountain that day. In his previous life, he was sold to a child by Tiedan, but in this life he was adopted by the eldest wife as a treasure.

It seems that the eldest wife has some money now, but her brain is not very bright either. She has children at home, so she takes care of all kinds of people. He wants to see how good life will be if she raises a bunch of children with the money she earns.

【Zhou Yique】

Que Ge'er watched Zhou Chunfeng write a new name for him in the family tree. He pursed his lips nervously, and felt excited inside.

He understood that from now on, he was his uncle and aunt's child. He no longer had a father and a mother, but God had given him the best of parents, and he would no longer be a wild child.

Jiang Li was waiting at home. Heng'er had just heard his mother say that Brother Que would be their elder brother in the future, and he couldn't help feeling happy.

He liked Brother Que, who would teach him to recite poems and practice calligraphy with him.

At this hour, Jing'er and An'er were taking a nap in the main room, while Heng'er was practicing calligraphy in the main hall, and from time to time he looked up at the half-open courtyard door outside.

Jiang Li sat sideways in the armchair at the top, writing medical books, just to kill time.

Finally, Heng Ge'er saw the courtyard gate open. He turned back to look at his mother happily and said, "Mom, Daddy and brother are back."

Jiang Li raised his head when he heard the voice, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he lifted his sleeves, put down his pen and ink, and stood up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out of the main hall, Brother Que rushed over and hugged her waist tightly: "Aunt~"

Jiang Li was slightly stunned. She raised her hand to touch the child's head and blinked at Zhou Chunfeng.

I thought, but is there something different about being included in the family tree?

Zhou Chunfeng said in a clear voice: "It's all done."

Done?

That--.

Jiang Li reached out and cupped Que Ge'er's little face. Seeing his red eyes, she couldn't help but ask with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you overjoyed, or do you not want to be included in our family tree?"

Que Ge'er quickly shook his head: "No, Que Ge'er is happy."

Zhou Chunfeng glanced at the boy's back in anger and grabbed Que Ge'er's collar from behind.

Does this brat have any sense? He hasn't even hugged his wife yet, so how can he hug her?

Then, with a hint of majesty in his tone, he said, "It's settled now. Study hard from now on. The clan school will open in a few days. You two brothers, get ready to go to school."

Que Ge'er nodded obediently and looked happily at Heng Ge'er who came to his side: "Yes, uncle, Que Ge'er will study hard and repay you and your aunt in the future."

Zhou Chunfeng didn't buy his tricks and said with a curled lip, "Go back to your room and practice calligraphy."

"Yeah." Que Ge'er didn't care about Zhou Chunfeng's cold face at all. He knew that his uncle was an elder with a cold appearance but a warm heart. He walked forward and took Heng Ge'er's hand and went back to the main hall together.

Jiang Li looked back at the child's back and glanced at Zhou Chunfeng with amusement: "Why, who offended your uncle Zhou just now?"

Zhou Chunfeng's stern face immediately brightened up, and he took his wife's hand with a gentle look: "No."

Jiang Li lowered her eyes to look at the hand he held in his palm, raised her eyebrows and glanced at him: "Look at you, don't scare the child. It's cold outside, let's go inside and warm up by the fire."

"it is good."

As time went by and their feelings grew stronger, Zhou Chunfeng became more cheerful and took her hand as they walked inside.

As the name suggests, the Zhou clan school only accepts children of the Zhou clan. Each child has to pay twenty cents per month for tuition. Few families of the Zhou clan in Shilitun can afford to send their children to school, so there are less than twenty children in the entire school.

On the first day of the New Year School, Zhou Laosan, as the oldest student in the school, was dumbfounded as he watched Zhou Yiheng and Zhou Yique enter the clan school together.

He said that the eldest wife was stupid and that it would be fine for her to adopt a wild child, but she actually spent money to send the wild child to school?

This is very good. Zhou Laosan has to keep an eye on it. With the eldest wife's current behavior, she will soon squander the family fortune.

The teacher of the Zhou clan school was an elder in the clan. He passed the imperial examination in his middle age but had no hope of being promoted to the imperial examination, so he stayed in the clan to teach and educate people.

After all, he was the first scholar in the Zhou family. The clan members who took great pains to send their children to the clan school all hoped that their own children would also be able to pass the imperial examination and bring honor to the family.

During the day, when the two children were at school, Zhou Chunfeng and Jiang Li had a much easier time. An'er had learned to walk, Jing'er had learned to look after his younger brother, and Aowu was keeping watch in the yard. Sometimes Zhou Chunfeng and Jiang Li would go to the fields for half a day, and the two children would get along peacefully at home.

Jiang Li bought a few acres of land last year and, after calculating the solar terms, planted the seeds just as the spring snow began to melt. Growing yam is a delicate process, requiring the yam seeds to be grown into seedlings in sandy soil and then transplanted into the ground.

To this end, Zhou Chunfeng and Dashuan went to the neighboring village in the first month of the lunar year to pull back a cart of sand. Jiang Li led everyone to cover the prepared sand with natural fertilizer and bury yam beans.

After just a few days, the yam and bean sprouts slowly emerged from the sand. They needed to grow a little bigger before they could be transplanted.

Here, Zhou Chunfeng and his uncle Zhou Er, father and son, carried hoes to the fields every day and dug deep holes for burying the seedlings in advance.

The villagers of Shilitun saw that it was not yet time to plant rice seedlings, yet these two families were already working in the fields, wondering if they were planting some rare food. Curious villagers approached to ask, but Zhou Dashuan rudely stopped them from talking.

Dashuan was no fool. He let the villagers know that they were growing precious purple yams so that no one would do anything behind their backs. His eldest brother and his wife said that if anyone in the village wanted to follow suit and grow yams, they could also generate revenue by selling yam beans.

The villagers of the Zhou clan did not dare to provoke Uncle Zhou Er. As for the villagers from other clans, they did not dare to provoke the rough man Zhou Dashuan.