Don't worry about traveling through time, she has an all-powerful senior sister to help her

"Second Grandpa." Shen Lingzhu, who was watering the vegetable garden outside, saw that his face was a little pale, and hurriedly called someone from home to support him.

Shen Dexian squatted down, held her shoulders and asked, "Xiao Zhuzi, what did Xia Lichang say when he came over just now?"

He knew that this child was outspoken and would not hide anything.

Seeing Song Zhu running out, he waved his hand and said, "It's okay, pour me a bowl of cold tea."

"Second Grandpa is really okay?"

"No, stop talking, I'm thirsty."

"I'll get it right away."

Seeing his brother being sent away like this, Shen Lingzhu pondered for a moment and said, "Second Grandfather, do you really think the clan school can survive without my father's annual allocation of money?"

Although she only stayed in the clan school for half a day on the day she came back, she could see that most of the boys were playing around and were not as hardworking as the girls doing needlework in the second courtyard.

It is too easy to get it and they live in a comfortable environment, so they ignore the difficulty of studying for ordinary people.

There were very few people over the age of twelve, and only five or six were taught in a special room set up by the old scholar.

It is very likely that the child has not shown any talent by the age of twelve or thirteen, and the adults in the family think that the child has grown up and sent him to work. For example, Xia Wang dropped out of school at this age.

“Everyone is willing to send their children to school because there are few fields in Beigou and the farm work is not busy.

Second, the school provides one free lunch and meat once every five days.

If we suddenly collect money, many people will be dissatisfied, and then they won't care whether the clan fields and sacrificial fields are sufficient to cover expenses." She rambled on.

Shen Dexian's face turned paler as he listened, and he finally murmured, "Could it be that if I hand over the clan education to Xia Tongsheng, he won't take the money?

If the family property is transferred to another family, where will the Shen family's face be?"

"Then it all depends on one's ability. When my uncle was studying, there was no free education. And because they couldn't afford it, my grandparents only let my father go to school for one or two years. I guess not many people in the clan lent a hand at that time.

And for the past ten years, the clan has been sucking my uncle's blood." She suddenly understood why her uncle always protected Master Chi.

The latter has been contributing money to the clan school, which has undoubtedly made up for the losses it once suffered.

After Shen Dexian heard her last sentence calmly, he sat down on the ground and asked, "Does your uncle have any complaints?"

“No, otherwise we wouldn’t have funded it for more than ten years.

This is just what I saw and thought, and you, old man, will surely understand. "It was only after my uncle passed the imperial examination that I was blinded and forgot that the Shen family was just a member of a small mountain village.

Shen Lingzhu thought that they were all honest farmers and did not even use his uncle's influence to do business or buy property.

Even my father, whom I have never met, has never done any big business.

Of course, the clan’s greatest support for my uncle is not to cause trouble in the countryside.

I hope Mr. Chi can maintain his usual behavior outside and stay away from other people’s affairs.

……

"A-choo!" At the stern of a boat on the river, Mr. Chi, who had lost a lot of weight, sneezed several times.

Huang Ruyue took a cloak and put it on him. "It's cold in the summer, and you're just feeling well enough to enjoy the morning breeze from the river."

"Madam, I think it's my elder brother and the children who miss me." Mr. Chi put on his clothes and let her tie the clothesline.

Huang Ruyue chuckled twice without saying anything. The two girls would not miss you. You left the two little ones to your mother-in-law before, and then left them to your brother when they were a little older. How many times have you taken care of them?

Mr. Chi felt embarrassed when she looked at him. He was young before, and he hadn't had enough fun yet, so how could he have time to take two little kids out to play?

"Well, I'll go to the capital to pick them up after I get home." He knew that his wife was unhappy, but he really felt that his elder brother and sister-in-law were better at raising children than he and his wife.

However, Mr. Chi didn't know that things and people have changed. Oh no, things are different now too, they have all been confiscated.

For example, the small bamboo chair that Shen Lingzhu is using for her second grandfather to sit on is not from her original home.

However, Shen Dexian drank two large bowls of chamomile tea, and after his complexion recovered, he stood up to leave, and said to Hu, Shen Songzhu and others who cared about him: "The clan school will be run according to the votes of each family in the clan.

Song Ge'er, don't go to work today. Notify each family to come to the threshing ground in front of the clan school to discuss.

After saying this, he walked away with his hands behind his back. Shen Songzhu and Hu asked for another day's leave and followed him.

Shen Lingzhu stared at the old man's hunched back, and felt that once the clan school changed hands, it would take a long time for Second Grandfather to straighten his back.

She turned around and found that her senior sister was rocking the bamboo chair that her second grandfather had just sat on, looking thoughtful.

When she was about to call for help, her aunt raised her hand to stop her. The two of them retreated to the edge of the vegetable patch, and her senior sister was still flipping over the chair.

"Second sister, do you want to make another one like this? Do you want to dismantle it and restore it again?" The bamboo chair was made by my uncle when he was making a bamboo bed. The seat is about a foot high and the backrest is also high. You can lean your back on it and stretch your legs at will. It is very comfortable.

Mrs. Hu said, "No, it looks like they are trying to make it more comfortable."

“The most comfortable thing is definitely a reclining chair. The owner of the cloth shop at the market has one.

He was lying there fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, taking a nap, which was quite amusing." After Shen Lingzhu finished speaking, she heard her aunt ask if he was sitting with his legs crossed, rocking them to the beat.

She nodded repeatedly: "That's right, if the chair shakes with him, it will be even better..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly remembered something and slapped her forehead.

Mrs. Hu quickly grabbed her hand and said, "What's wrong? It hurts."

"It's not my aunt. Well, I can't explain it to you clearly. I have to talk to my second sister." Shen Lingzhu easily withdrew her hand, turned around and ran to her senior sister.

Said: "Second sister, rocking chair? Right?"

“Well, I had this idea yesterday when I saw the cloth shop owner’s recliner.

But I've never done it before, so I need to try it a few times." Shen Miaozhu turned the bamboo chair over and used her hands to measure the size inside and out, up and down.

"I'll go get some paper and pen." Shen Lingzhu said this and rushed back to the room to find paper and pen.

The advantage of doing carpentry at home is that you can make bamboo pens that can be used to draw by simply dipping them in ink.

Every time my senior sister cooks, she grabs the roots of the wood and burns them into charcoal pencils, which is very convenient.

But before she could hand over the paper and pen, her senior sister came back with a chair, talking and laughing with her aunt.

She didn't understand what was going on and went closer to listen. It turned out that her senior sister was talking about making two baby rocking cradles to prevent the younger siblings from rolling over and fighting.

Mrs. Hu smiled and said, "It's still early. They won't come until August or September.

I don't understand what blueprints are, that chair, draw it and wait for your uncle to come back and take a look."

"It needs to be corrected by uncle, I've never tried it myself." There are some things that Shen Miaozhu can only talk about on paper. When she saw the charcoal pencil in her junior sister's hand, she said it was not good enough and that a wolf hair, sheep hair or mixed hair brush would be needed.

Shen Lingzhu raised his hand and said, "I'll borrow it from the teacher."

Mrs. Hu didn't let her go, so she asked a young man from the Shen family who worked as a handyman to borrow money from the clan school.

Since different pens require ink of different consistencies, Shen Miaozhu prepared several ink grinding plates.

Shen Lingzhu diligently spread out paper and ground ink for her senior sister, insisting on seeing with her own eyes how she painted.

But when she actually saw her senior sister drawing, she didn't last long and slipped away. Mrs. Hu asked her why she stopped looking.

She said, "I can't understand it. My eyes are blurry. Aunt, am I too stupid?"