Wear ancient times with a house

Chapter 171
Song Yun had a preliminary intention, so he discussed it with his parents.

It must be said that parents who do not have to consider their children's education are definitely the most enlightened parents.

If this is Song Ce and Song Zhen's choice of Jinshi or Mingjing, Song Nian and Shen will have to worry about it for several days, ask a circle of people, and waver between whether it is better or more promising , in the end it is difficult to make a decision.

As for Song Yun's learning intention, they only need to confirm:
"You do like this better? Find it easier to learn?"

Then he readily agreed:

"Okay, let's learn this."

What they didn't say was that if they couldn't learn it anyway, they could still change it.

Song Yun went to find Mrs. Lu with the letter of commitment signed by her parents expressing her intention, and succeeded in shocking her. Confusion appeared on her usually calm face. She looked down at the piece of paper, and then Looking up at Song Yun, he asked with difficulty:
"What is this, a deed?"

This is in line with Song Nian's thoughts. They all think that it's just for you to confirm what you like to learn more. Do you need to make a contract to keep it?

Alas, in fact, Song Yun just suddenly remembered that in her previous life, her letter of commitment for the arts and sciences department did not have a guardian's signature at all.

Parents don't care, grandma is illiterate, and finally she wrote a fake signature with a big wave of her hand. She never expected that the teacher would call back one by one, and then looked at her with sympathetic eyes for two years.

This time, she suddenly wanted to be hypocritical, but in the end, she didn't agree with the thinking of the purebred ancients, making them feel that she wanted to pursue some legal responsibility.

She can only answer honestly:

"I just read my father's law book a few days ago. There was a contract mentioned in it. I thought it was very interesting, so I wrote a random copy."

Mrs. Lu didn't say anything, she hadn't seen the little lady interested in law books, but even if Song Yun liked it, she didn't mind.

It is enough to be restrained in one's life, and it is too exhausting to consider "whether you look like a little lady" in such a trivial matter.

Mrs. Lu has been a noble daughter, wife, and mother who can't make mistakes for half his life, but in the end he lost his reputation because of the mistakes of others.

She has seen a lot more now, and has less strict requirements on her students.

Zhao Tong chose the piano by accident without Song Jun. She is indeed a good seedling for learning music, with delicate and sensitive nerves, she is also very suitable for art.

She saw the letter of commitment submitted by Song Yun, and thought it was interesting, so she sent a copy and asked Zhao Yanlin to sign it.

Then the little sisters approached each other silently.In fact, there was no conflict between the two of them, but there were too many things at home. To be precise, Zhao Tong's grandmother and uncle were so annoying that the relationship between them was up and down.

Song Yun thought that she would start to study more in-depth courses next, and even study art classes separately from Zhao Tong, but Master Lu told her with practical actions: You think too much.

In fact, Mrs. Lu just wanted to let the two young ladies think about their preferences first, and then she would guide them subtly.It was not at all what Song Yun expected, and he immediately began to teach her in the way of cultivating future painters.

But that's fine too, Song Yun comforted himself:
To be realistic, if this era can be called a "family", it must have its own artistic characteristics or literary achievements. Song Yun doesn't think his current performance can make his master see what a "family" is. possibility.

And if Song Yun said, I just want to draw a comic book and add an illustration to the story book, I am afraid that I will be kicked out of the school in minutes. After all, it is not the era when popular novels are called literature, nor is it the era when comic books are regarded as art. .

Then, learn slowly.

Before we knew it, it was deep winter.

This year's big drop in temperature started again with a snowfall at night. In the middle of the night, the cold air seeped in through the window lintel.

Song Yun was okay, she was sleeping on the bed with a thick quilt, and there was still a charcoal pot burning in the room. Although the fire in the charcoal pot was gradually going out in the middle of the night, Song Yun was sleeping soundly and didn't feel it.

Bai Zhi was different, she slept on the footrest, there was nothing underneath, and the quilt was not as thick as Song Yun's.Almost as soon as the snow fell, the cold wind blowing in through the window woke her up.

Bai Zhi woke up in a daze, only felt that her forehead was cold, she quickly put on her coat, and looked outside, it was snowing, and the charcoal basin in the house seemed not enough charcoal to burn.

She walked over lightly and took a look at Song Yun. The quilt was tightly covered and she was sleeping soundly.After Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, she randomly searched for a pair of fairly thick shoes, opened the door lightly with one deep foot and shallow foot, and went out.

Bai Zhi was about to go to the kitchen to pick up some charcoal and go back to burn it.As a result, I went to the kitchen to have a look, and the servants got up one after another.

In winter, slaves like them are definitely more difficult than the master's family, but they are better than ordinary people who can't afford charcoal, and they are content.

Several people each picked up a few pieces of charcoal and hurried back.Especially the servants of Song Ce's three brothers and sisters, they were afraid that if they didn't do something well, it would cause the little master to get sick.

As for Baisui, she lived with Mrs. Song at night, and took care of her more carefully. After all, the elderly are the easiest to disappear quietly in winter.

Afraid that the old lady might need something, Bai Sui not only took the charcoal, but also waited for Mrs. Li to boil hot water and pour a teapot before leaving.

When Song Yun woke up, she saw Bai Zhi sitting in front of her bit by bit, her body was tightly wrapped, but both sides of her cheeks were flushed, it was because she was blown by the wind when she went out in the middle of the night, and she never recovered.

Song Yun stretched out his hand from under the quilt to touch her face, and sighed:
Alas, being a rich man in ancient times was not bad, but being a poor man was really difficult. Before they were in the county, because Song Nian had a good relationship with the county magistrate, he could know how many people died of freezing every year.

Every time Song Nian came back, he sighed a little, but he couldn't do anything.

A year or two ago, Song Yun was quite naive and asked:

"Can you build a big house for these people and let them live in it in winter, so that the charcoal will not be used too much?"

Song Nian just shook his head silently, and didn't say whether this method works or not.

However, now Song Yun figured it out by himself.

Not long after she came to Fucheng, she met the Fuzun who allocated funds to repair the school so that the students could study in the warm school in winter.

The government also distributed winter subsidies to retired veteran cadres. Zheng Hanlin's family received them several times, ranging from medium charcoal with relatively little smoke, to mutton to keep out the cold, and some fruits and vegetables.Looking at the share of a family alone, it is not too expensive, but what if there are [-] such families?
This amount of money, in ancient times, was enough to repair a house that was not easily crushed by snow.

But until the biggest snow fell, Song Yun had never heard of how the government dealt with those people who lived in dilapidated thatched houses in the suburbs or even had no houses.

With such a comparison, what else does Song Yun not understand?
The ancients were not fools. If you ask them if they know that gathering the poor together for warmth in winter can save people from freezing to death, of course they know.

But why won't the government do this unless there is a big snowstorm?
Because there is no money.

This lack of money does not refer to how much officials have been corrupted, nor does it really mean that they have not received funding, but that the money has not been used by the people at the bottom.

Song Yun is not saying that the Tang Fuzun did not do a good job as an official. After all, he does not repair the school for the government, and the literati can use his pen to ruin his reputation; he does not show respect to the retired veteran cadres. Without knowing it, he gave him eye drops at that senior official's place.

After much deliberation, Song Yun felt that even if her father Song Nian became an official, he would have to do the same. After all, it is easiest to save money on the poor.

They are the silent majority.Even when things are not going well, there is nowhere to turn for help.As long as the number of dead people does not exceed a certain limit, it is normal wear and tear, and the princes in the court can understand it.

So, is there any way to change this situation?

　My allergy, how should I put it, is more accurate than the 24 solar terms. Once I start sneezing, it is definitely blooming; once I have conjunctivitis, it is definitely poplar tree hairs;

　　
　
(End of this chapter)