Chapter 707 The delicate little white flower that dreams of flying onto the branch 20
Chapter 707 The delicate little white flower that dreams of flying onto the branch 20
The other party did not act pretentiously at all, and there was an indescribable sense of freedom in his every move.
Shen Yanqing introduced himself to her.
"My last name is Shen, Shen Yanqing. You don't need to call me Master, just call me by my name."
"That won't do. You are going to teach me something useful, so you are naturally my teacher. Even if I can't call you Teacher, I still have to call you Master Shen. Once a teacher, always a father. Calling him by his first name is too rude."
I thought it was just a joke from Ah Zhi, but I didn't expect the other party to be so serious, which made Shen Yanqing touch his nose.
Yu'er has already prepared everything.
When he saw the backpack handed over, Shen Yanqing hurriedly thanked Azhi.
After Shen Yanqing left, Yu'er turned to Ah Zhi and asked in confusion, "Young lady, you knew there was something wrong with him approaching you, so why did you still help him? Would a normal man knock on a woman's door in the middle of the night? How is he any different from a pervert?"
It seems that Yu'er is extremely dissatisfied with Shen Yanqing, and every word she says is filled with suspicion towards him.
Ah Zhi rubbed his temple and said calmly, "I know he must have a purpose. Some people want to throw dirty water on me. The appearance of Shen Yanqing is too strange."
"But I just want to give these people an opportunity to take advantage of me, so that I can dig a pit for them to jump into one by one."
"My slave understands."
Shen Yanqing returned home with the backpack, but he didn't expect that Shen's mother would stare at him blankly.
In fact, Shen's mother did not catch a cold at all. She just had some rheumatism on a rainy day. This was just Shen Yanqing's excuse.
In order to have the opportunity to get close to Azhi, he did not hesitate to lie about his own mother.
"Mother? Why are you up?"
Mother Shen stared at Shen Yanqing coldly and said, "You are a scholar. There are things you should do and things you shouldn't do. Don't you understand in your heart? Don't think I don't know what you want to do. If you use any means to achieve your goal, what's the difference between you and a beast?"
Ever since Shen Yanqing's father eloped with his mistress, Shen's mother's temperament has changed drastically.
In the past, Shen's mother was gentle and virtuous, and always thought about her husband and children.
Now, Shen's mother always has a critical look in her eyes, and finds fault with Shen Yanqing everywhere.
If she was not happy at all, she would scold Shen Yanqing.
Shen Yanqing lowered his head and sorted the things in the backpack.
"I just want to study..."
Without letting Shen Yanqing finish his words, Shen's mother's voice was sharp and full of disgust.
"The sage books you read teach you to do whatever it takes? Are you like your father, devoid of morality? Shen Yanqing, you are rotten to the core, just like your father."
"Can't I study if I don't have money? Can't I just copy books? Can't I just sell my calligraphy? Why do I have to get involved in these dirty things?"
Copying books?
One copy of a book costs five cents, and I don’t know how many years I will have to copy it before I can take the imperial examination.
Selling words?
He is always in public and is looked down upon by others, but in the end the money he earns is not enough to buy a steamed bun.
It’s not that Shen Yanqing didn’t want to rely on himself. In fact, relying on himself would mean waiting to starve to death.
Now Shen's mother does nothing but finds fault with Shen Yanqing every day.
"Mother, do you know how much money I can get? One thousand taels of silver. This money is enough for us to live on. The medicine you take now, the house you live in, and the meals you eat every day are all earned by my hard work."
Mother Shen sneered and said disdainfully, "Hard work? What you mean by hard work is really ridiculous. What's the difference between you and a whore in a brothel? Shame on you."
NFBE