Nongmen Spring: Hot lady flirting with foolish husband

Chapter 53 Contradictions
Seeing that the season of harvesting wheat is coming soon, everyone must be very busy in this short period of time. Embroidery work is relatively easy to pick up, but what methods can I come up with to make money?
For the first time, Jiang Wen hated that he had been studying for more than ten years, but had derailed from the real life of society. Apart from the basic way of life, he had never done any work in society.

"Mother, teach me how to embroider, so that I can also help my mother embroider and earn some subsidies for the family." Jiang Wen thought for a long time, and found that he had no way to make money at this time, and was immediately a little depressed.

Mrs. Zhao thought about it. When she was Wen'er's age, her father had already started to teach her to read. She also hired a master to teach her embroidery skills slowly. She also started to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Wen'er, in this situation, I'm afraid I can't even learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Okay, Wen'er wants to learn embroidery, so my mother will teach you. However, this kind of embroidery can't be learned in a day or two. It takes a long time to practice the real skill. Besides, talent is also very important." Zhao was very pleased opening.

These days, Jiang Wuyou spends most of his free time with Fu Yuan and learns a lot from Fu Yuan. At this time, when he heard his mother and younger sister discussing embroidery work, he stood up and said, "Mother, I'll be there in the future." I will stop studying, stay at home and help out, and go out to work with Yuanzi when I am free."

"No, you have to go to the school to study. Our Jiang family has been a scholarly family for several generations. As my direct descendant, you must not cut off the inheritance with you." When Mrs. Zhao heard Jiang Wuyou said that she didn't want to study anymore, she immediately became angry. , angry and ashamed.

Generations of scholarly families, a family loyal to the emperor, and a noble family style, isn't it still not worth a word or an idea of ​​an emperor under the imperial power?

Dad is so innocent, but for the sake of the emperor's power, he has to separate himself from his family. What's the point of studying and being an official?
"Mother, isn't daddy knowledgeable enough? Is he not loyal enough to the present? But what's the use of it? I've made up my mind, so don't persuade me," Jiang Wuyou said firmly with his head down.

Mrs. Zhao was heartbroken, how could she not be sad about the matter of her husband, but if the century-old inheritance of the Jiang family was cut off by her own children, how would she face her husband under Jiuquan in the future?
"Wuyou, let you study, my mother never made you an official, but you must continue to read this book."

"Mother, anyway, I won't go to study anymore. Besides, you said how high the master's level can be in this barren land. At most, the masters in the school are scholars. I have been studying with my father for several years. They Do these people really have anything else to teach me?"

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she was a little speechless. There was a shortage of talents in northern Xinjiang. Every year, two-thirds of the Jinshi came from a place where scholars and talents gathered in the south of the Yangtze River. What's more, this place is very close to the border, and there are no scholars here every year. How much, let alone how high the level is.

Wu Youyou has been taught by Xianggong for several years, and his knowledge and insight are unique. If it weren't for the fact that the nobles in Pingdu all took the imperial examinations at a relatively old age, most of them started at the age of fifteen or sixteen. It's time for the township test.

"Let's not talk about studying for now, let my mother think about it." Zhao didn't know what to do for a while. If he went to ask local famous Confucianism for advice, his family really couldn't afford it now. If he gave up, Zhao Nor will they agree.

(End of this chapter)