There is Room For the Poor Daughter

With Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao telling me everything they encountered in the academy, Daohua's mood was a little complicated.

When they knew that they couldn't even see Xiao Yeyang's face, they deeply realized the strictness of the ancient hierarchy, and it became clearer that to Xiao Yeyang, the Yan family was really nothing.

"Big sister, don't tell your grandmother about these things. Big brother said that this is a test for us, so don't let the family worry about it." After speaking, Yan Wenkai warned.

Yan Wentao also nodded: "Actually, it's not a big deal, we can handle it."

Daohua nodded silently.

Fortunately, she was still vaguely talking to Mrs. Li before, asking her to tell the cheap father not to have too high expectations on Xiao Yeyang, but at this moment, I heard that Xiao Yeyang had never even met his three brothers in the academy. She was also a little disappointed in her heart.

That's how people are. When things don't happen to them, they can always say what they say is high-sounding and well-founded, but if it really happens to themselves, they may be more hypocritical and rude than others.

Before that, she thought that Xiao Yeyang should be a little different to her and the Yan family, but the reality told her that she thought too much.

She could still understand that Chiba was not invited by the Governor. After all, although he has a distinguished status, he is not in the officialdom, and he cannot control the affairs of the officialdom;

But in the same academy, he didn't take special care of his three brothers, and he didn't even have a summons, which shows that he really didn't take them to heart.

Hey.

Not only cheap dad can't have too many expectations, she can't either!

Afterwards, the three of Daohua took the wine and quickly returned to the old lady's yard.

In the room, although Yan Wenxiu concealed it well, Yan Zhigao, who had been an official for many years, couldn't see the unfinished words of the eldest son, and when he thought of the gossip he heard in the prefectural government, his expression became a little dark.

"The little prince didn't take the Yan family to heart at all. Otherwise, why didn't Mr. Yan invite Mr. Yan to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet held by Mr. Governor this time?"

"Isn't that right? I heard that Zhizhou in Fanzhou next door has been invited."

"Why did the little prince stay at Yan's house before?"

"Who knows, maybe the little prince is just trying to be happy, or novel?"

Thinking of these whispers, Yan Zhigao smiled bitterly.

What a word to wake up a dreamer!

First he stayed overnight, and then the eldest son and three got a place in Wangyue Academy. He naively thought that the little prince and their family were very close.

It's a pity that the slap came so quickly.

He overestimated the weight of their family in the little prince's heart!

Really lost some self-awareness!

Yan Zhigao looked at his eldest son: "Learning to study is not only about seeking knowledge from books, but also dealing with people and dealing with people. The academy is a small society, where everyone has everything. You have to think more, read more, and master how to get along with people. scale."

"No matter where a person goes, as long as he has the real ability, he has a place to stand. The help of outsiders is short-lived after all."

Yan Wenxiu understood the meaning, and immediately got up and saluted: "Thank you father for teaching me, my son has written it down."

Aside, Yan Zhiyuan looked at the two of them, his expression moved, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.

It seems that the life of his three nephews in the academy is not so good!

In an instant, he was relieved that his son was not able to go to the Cheng Academy.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, Mrs. Li prepared very richly, and with wine to add to the fun, the family enjoyed it very much.

After staying at home for two days, the three Yan Wenxiu brothers were going back to the academy again.

"Brother, are you on holiday for the Double Ninth Festival?"

Before leaving, Daohua asked the three brothers.

Yan Wenxiu nodded: "It will be released, but there is only one day's leave, and we probably won't be able to make it back."

Daohua: "It's a pity, all the chrysanthemums I transplanted in the village are alive, and I still think that if you come back that day, I will invite you to watch the chrysanthemum feast."

Mrs. Yan: "If you don't come back, don't come back. You can't look at the chrysanthemums in the flowerpot. The three of them came back from the academy, and the journey is not too short.

Daohua smiled and nodded: "Alright, it doesn't look like chrysanthemum, so it's the same when I come back to drink chrysanthemum wine."

Speaking of wine, Yan Wenkai immediately jumped out: "Big sister, bring me two jars of your wine."

Daohua refused directly: "No, you are studying, how can you drink?"

Yan Wenkai: "I don't drink it." As he spoke, he leaned against Daohua's ear and whispered, "I'll send it to the instructor who taught us martial arts, he likes it."

Daohua hesitated and looked at Yan Wentao.

Yan Wentao nodded, the martial arts instructor who taught them really liked to drink.

Only then did Daohua agree, but she still warned: "Fourth brother, you are still young, you can't drink outside. If you really want to drink, I will give you another drink when you come home from the next holiday."

Yan Wenkai rolled his eyes: "Big sister, you seem to be younger than me!" It's funny when a younger sister says that you are a younger brother!

Daohua was too lazy to talk to him, and looked directly at Yan Wentao: "Third brother, look at fourth brother."

Yan Wentao: "Don't worry, I will!"

Wangyue Academy is built on the most famous Wuhua Mountain in Zhongzhou Province, and the Grand Canal will pass under the mountain.

Huayang Fucheng is the wealthiest and most prosperous Fucheng in Zhongzhou Province after the provincial capital. It was built at the foot of Wuhua Mountain.

In Fucheng, students of Wangyue Academy can often be seen.

"Fourth brother, are you sure you want to send Teacher Fang wine?"

On the street, Yan Wenkai carried two jars of wine and ran around with Yan Wentao, looking like he was looking for something.

Yan Wenkai: "Of course, because of Dong Xiangrong's grandson, the instructors in the academy ignored me both secretly and secretly, and even the instructor would give us some pointers. I can't find a way to flatter. No, repay him."

Yan Wentao shook his head, showing disapproval: "The academy clearly stipulates that the master is not allowed to accept bribes"

Yan Wenkai interrupted aloud: "Oh, third brother, we didn't send money, calligraphy or painting, just two jars of home-brewed wine, what kind of bribe."

"Although the academy does not allow the master to accept bribes, it does not completely prohibit students from showing filial piety. Look at the other people in the academy, those students whose family conditions are not as good as ours, will not occasionally give the master some gadgets. Kind of?"

"Trust me, it's fine!"

Yan Wentao thought for a while and felt that Yan Wenkai was right, so he stopped talking and helped Yan Wenkai find something.

"Oh, so does this eldest sister. I don't know how to make a better wine jar for such a good wine, so I have to change the wine jar before I can give it away!"

Yan Wenkai was a little anxious after not finding a suitable wine jar for so long.

Although he thought it was okay to send the first two jars of wine to the teacher, he didn't want to send it in front of everyone. He had to do it quietly before the students returned to the academy.

Yan Wentao said a fair word for Daohua: "Isn't this because you asked for it temporarily and didn't have time to change it?"

Yan Wenkai pursed his lips. He was just talking. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he pointed to a ceramic shop in front of him and said loudly, "That shop has sold out wine jars, let's go quickly."

However, by coincidence, when the two of them were about to step into the store, a person suddenly walked out from the side and knocked the wine jar in Yan Wenkai's hand to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The shattering sound of the wine jar and the bright red wine aroused Yan Wenkai's eyes.

"Dong Xiangrong, you son of a turtle, return my wine!"