The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

Yan Laoer and the donkey waited together under the shade of the tree at the gate of the academy.

He is still a little dazed.

The twenty taels of gambling debts on their family have been paid off.

The land at home is sold out.

His brother carried the title deed on his body and delivered it on the spot.

The bossy shopkeeper was stunned when he saw his brother take it out of his pocket. He counted the money back and forth several times.

I don't know how to count, five taels of small silver ingots, a total of ten, there is nothing to count, and why do you want a kickback.

It was Yan Laoer who couldn't stand it anymore, walked over, and hugged him regardless.

bring it you!

At that time, Old Yan seemed to glared at him, but he didn't care, hehe! It's our turn to count the silver.

Oh, it turns out that five taels is such a weight, not to mention, the small silver ingots are quite cute when put together.

Honestly returning all the money to the elder brother, the two brothers came out of the pawn shop and went straight to the academy.

Yan Lao Er excused himself to watch the car, but did not go in.

Just kidding, this might be his haunt.

If he met someone he knew and greeted him, his eyes were darkened, and no one could tell who he was, how rude.

What's more, he also found out that Lao Yan is not good at walking.

Always let him walk in front and dangle in the back.

He wanted to help the two of them together, but it didn't work, this one wouldn't let him, because he was poor and fastidious outside, so he insisted on walking by himself.

What do you say you pay attention to? You just recovered from a serious illness, and what happened with your support? Why don't you see you being so outspoken at home? Aren't we brothers very close at home?

That's good, he is empty inside, for fear of making mistakes.

Well, let Lao Yan act on his own.

He has to seize the time to trace the places he has traveled along the way, and learn from his daughter when he goes home.

...

Yan Huaiwen and the dean vaguely mentioned their concerns about the drought, and heard that some well-informed big households were preparing to leave. They also said that they had received a letter from a classmate a few days ago and wanted to connect with the upcoming clan brother and hire him as a friend.

When the dean heard this, he didn't want to keep him anymore, and asked someone to prepare a copy for Cheng Yi to send to him.

After asking some more information about the countryside, he sent him out.

Yan Huaiwen stood firmly outside the window, listening to the sound of reading aloud, and through the hollowed-out pane, he could see his young man, straight as a pine, silently reciting the classics, engrossed.

Coach Guo Xiucai nodded slightly when he saw him.

He saluted back and waited for get out of class to end.

During the lunch break, the teenagers sent the teacher away and rushed out of the classroom.

Passing by his side, they all saluted.

"Master Yan!" "Mr. Yan!"

He nodded with a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "Go to the dining hall quickly."

Unable to beat the drums in their stomachs, the teenagers flocked to the dining hall laughing and laughing.

Yan Xiangheng looked at him well, "Father, why do you look so bad, are you tired, do you want to take a rest?"

"It's nothing, don't worry." He looked at the childish son in front of him, his eyes were sore, he calmed down, and said: "There is something at home, I have asked for leave for you, clean up, and I will go home with my father today."

Although Yan Xiangheng really wanted to ask what happened? He actually asked his father to pick him up in person.

But in the end, he was worried about being in the academy and there were too many people, so he didn't say much.

Second Yan saw his eldest brother come out saunteringly, with an extra package in his hand.

He asked casually, "Brother, is this all you need? Where's your nephew?"

Yan Huaiwen paused, put the package on the car, and said calmly: "This is Cheng Yi from the dean. You go to my room to be neat and tidy. I am a little tired for my brother. I am waiting for you."

After speaking, he climbed into the car by himself, lay down, and closed his eyes.

Yan's second son is still understanding what Cheng Yi is, seeing that Lao Yan arranges for himself to rest.

What else can I say?

Go pack your bags!

He dragged the child all the way to the place, the younger the child, the more he dragged him.

When they got to the door, they saw a young man who turned around in surprise when he heard the movement, "Second Uncle?"

"Ah! Eldest nephew!" Yan Lao Er's eyes lit up, he greeted enthusiastically, and let the child who was leading the way go.

"The students in your academy are enthusiastic, insist on showing me the way, haha!"

"Nephew, have you packed your things? Come to help your father clean up?"

Yan Lao Er pushed the door open very naturally and went in. After scanning around, he probably knew what he knew.

What else can come out of the scholar's business?

Except books are things related to books.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all expensive.

Can't fall.

Clothes, shoes and socks, quilt mat, all packed.

Some small items are not heavy, so bring them with you.

After cleaning up the whole room, Yan Laoer was very satisfied, and returned the college a clean and refreshing room, so as not to delay the next gentleman's check-in.

You're welcome!

He also stopped by his eldest nephew's room to look around, and couldn't help sighing, children are children no matter how old they are, and they can't do without their parents, so the water basin doesn't belong to us? You have to bring the quilt, too. Just tidy up Lao Yan’s room neatly. If the eldest nephew hadn’t blushed and said that there were other belongings of the students living with him, would he have packed the whole room and sent it away?

The two came out with big and small bags, Yan Huaiwen couldn't help but coughed a few more times, and turned his head away quickly.

Didn't see it!

There are a lot of things, piled up, and Yan Huaiwen can't lie down, so he can only sit.

"God bless, go to the grain store." Yan Huaiwen said.

Yan Laoer was very fortunate at this moment, he remembered the shops along the way with his heart.

Yan Huaiwen went to grain stores, oil stores, bookstores, grocery stores, cloth shops, medicine stores, woodware stores, blacksmith shops, carriage and horse shops...

Good guy, he almost made him go all over the few shops in the town.

He led the donkey all the way, followed Lao Yan, watched him go in and out of the house, asked questions, and refused to buy.

Yan Xiangheng secretly inquired with his second uncle: "Second uncle, what is my father doing? What is he going to buy? Have you searched all these shops but can't find it? What happened to our house? I think my father looks bad. Is it sick? Dad has never asked me for leave, and he didn't go into details, why am I so uncertain, Second Uncle, what's wrong?"

"Your father is inquiring about the price. You shop around, and you must pick the cheapest one." Yan's second son feels that he and Lao Yan have a lot in common on this matter.

How can you buy whatever you want, without comparing prices and looking at the quality?

"Father is... preparing a dowry?" Yan Xiangheng asked hesitantly.

"What dowry, what have you heard?" Yan Laoer immediately turned his eyes and stared at his eldest nephew.

"It's just... some classmates said that our family is married to Li Zheng's family..." Yan Xiangheng stammered.

"No such thing!" Yan Laoer said firmly, "It's all nonsense, your father has already rejected it."

Yan Xiangheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I heard that the youngest son of Li Zheng's family is not doing well."

That's not very good, it's so bad!

Seeing Old Yan came out again, Second Yan told his eldest nephew: "Don't mention this in front of your father."

"God bless, you can come back later and take these things back." He said and handed over a stack of papers.

Pickup slips from each store...

Yan Laoer: So it’s not that I didn’t buy it, but I asked him to come and pick it up.

Old Yan is only responsible for buying, buying, and buying, and all the bags belong to Yan’s second o(*￣︶￣*)o