Erxi looked at Adi sitting at the kang table writing with envy on his face, "Adi, are you still literate?"

Brother didn't say anything.

"Brother, your handwriting is really good." Erxi couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but when he saw that it was clean and similar to the calligraphy on the New Year pictures, he felt that the handwriting was good.

Adi still didn't say anything. The teacher said, you have to focus.

But this did not affect Er Xi. He pointed at the half brick hanging from Adi's wrist and said, "Then why do you still have a brick hanging when you write?"

Are you trying to hit people halfway through writing?

"This is to practice wrist strength." Adi sighed. It was because of his lack of wrist strength that he was not allowed to copy the Four Books.

"Then why are you writing this?" Erxi was like a curious baby, asking questions one after another.

"Make money." Adi buried his head and continued writing.

"Can you make money by writing this?" Erxi's eyes lit up instantly.

Er Xi loves to eat the most. In Adi's words, he has an appetite that is beyond ordinary people. He eats up the thirty to five cents that his family occasionally gives him as pocket money, but it is often not enough. He eats his own quickly every time, and then eats it.

Watching others eat eagerly.

Adi sometimes saw how greedy he was, so he would give him some of his own. This was one of the reasons why Erxi was devoted to him.

"Isn't your sister quite rich? Why do you still make money on your own?" Erxi was a little confused, "Your sister doesn't give you money to spend?"

His mother has been mumbling recently that Li Qingyou has become rich. She wears silk and satin clothes, is picked up and dropped off by horse-drawn carriages, and her family has hired people to help with the work.

According to his mother, Li Qingyou dressed up like a boy or a girl all day long, and he might have hooked up with some wild man who liked this, but he wouldn't tell his brother this, and he didn't believe it himself.

It's not that he believes in Li Qingyou, but because Li Qingyou is Adi's sister.

"Those are two different things." Adi said while writing: "My sister's money is also hard-earned."

Moreover, there is a risk of compensation, and the house and land are mortgaged.

"That's true." Erxi grabbed a handful of fried soybeans, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then looked at Adi's writing, "Adi, please teach me, I also want to make money by writing.

I can buy whatever I want to eat, so that when I ask for money, my mother will scold me as a pig to collect debts."

Adi couldn't help but laugh. After a while, he stopped laughing and looked at Erxi seriously, "How about you go home and discuss it, and go to school to study?"

Erxi was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting this option to exist.

"I can't do this," Erxi said hesitantly.

He has never thought about studying. His parents are illiterate, and none of the children in front of him study. When he grows up in a few years, he will just have a daughter-in-law at home, and everyone will

That's right.

Now that Adi suddenly said this, he was completely at a loss.

"What's wrong?" Adi put down his pen and looked at Erxi seriously, "Do you also want to be like your father and live your whole life relying on others to carry you?"

Er Xi's father usually stood guard at the door of Qian's house. When people who were going out or coming back needed to carry their luggage, he would go over to help and earn some meager hard-earned money.

"With your small body..." Adi looked Erxi up and down, "I guess you can't carry it."

Even though Er Xixiang can eat whatever he likes, he can't explain the reason. He doesn't gain weight even if he eats nothing, and is as skinny as a monkey. In Er Xiniang's words, it's all in vain for him to eat as much as he wants, and he can gain weight even if he feeds it to pigs.

Woolen cloth.

"Then...I don't know anything." Erxi scratched his head.

"Why do you need me sir if you know everything?" Adi gave him a roll of his eyes.

Er Xi is different from those children. Er Xi has been very good to Adi since he came here. Moreover, the school is in the east of the city, and it takes two hours to go back and forth every day. It is better to have a companion on the road than to be alone.

"That's true." Erxi chuckled, "I'm afraid that if I don't learn well, my money will be wasted."

I heard that studying costs a lot of money.

"Reading makes sense, how can you waste your money?" Adi said no more, turned his head and continued copying, no, silently copying.

Adi was looking forward to going to school with Erxi, but he didn't know what his family's attitude was, so he told her about it when Li Qingyou came back in the evening.

Li Qingyou was not optimistic about this.

"It costs a lot of money to support a scholar. His family only has one strong laborer, Erxi's father. Erxi's mother can help with sewing and mending at most to earn some household income. Also, Erxi is not the only child in his family. His two older brothers are also here. It's the age to start a family, so..." Li Qingyou shook her head.

Even if Erxi's family is willing to provide for him, they may not be able to do so.

Adi nodded. Although he was a little disappointed, he thought of this and didn't feel too uncomfortable.

Li Qingyou rubbed his head, then his eyes fell on a pile of papers on the cabinet. He walked over, picked it up and looked at it, with surprise in his eyes, "Who wrote this?"

Li Qingyou doesn't know calligraphy, but after all he is a person who has received twenty years of education, so he can still tell the difference between good and bad.

Looking at the words on the paper, the beginning is grand and the end is sharp and restrained. It is a good handwriting, at least she cannot write it.

Adi didn't say anything, still thinking about having to go to school alone in the future.

Li Qingyou glanced at him, "Did you write it?"

"Ah?" Adi came back to his senses, looked at the manuscript in her hand, and nodded, "Ah."

"Are you still literate?" Li Qingyou was a little surprised.

Adi, "..."

How fresh it is. He started learning at the age of five, so it’s strange that he can’t read.

And why are you asking this question?

Are you still using this surprised tone?

Is it strange that he can read?

Counting Li Qingyou, this is the third person to say this this afternoon, Erxi is the first, and Xiaoshan Niang is the second.

Adi simply didn't know what to say.

After Li Qingyou said this, he felt that it was nonsense. On the day Niu Xiucai took the exam for his younger brother, he could talk clearly about the Three Officials and Three Platforms, and about the prime minister and the staff. How could he be illiterate?

"I mean your handwriting is pretty good." Li Qingyou made up for it again, still feeling a little regretful.

If she had known that Adi was literate and could write well, why would she have drawn the picture of Lao Shizi's spring and palace before? It would have been better to just write the storybook and sell it, and avoid being so embarrassed.

"For our brother's beautiful calligraphy, let's celebrate today and have something good tonight." Li Qingyou said, taking out a piece of silver from his purse and putting a hand on his shoulder, "Let's go buy some meat."

Adi looked at the scraps of silver in his sister Qingyou's hand, and then at the manuscripts on the cabinet. He wanted to say that he should save some money, because they might have to sleep on the streets one day.

But looking at Li Qingyou's high spirits, he couldn't bear to dampen her interest.

"Just for this?" Adi looked over suspiciously, always feeling that there should be something else.
Chapter completed!