My sister became the empress, but I'm still growing vegetables and raising chickens

Chapter 172 Chunbo Niang makes trouble

Song Chunbo agreed readily. After returning home, he reviewed the lessons Si Xingzhi had taught him today and spread out a piece of paper to practice calligraphy.

Chunbo's mother was very happy to see this. The next day, she boasted to everyone in the village: "My son is exactly like his father. He is very hardworking now. He comes home from school so late every night, but he still stays up late to study and practice calligraphy."

In the past, Chunbo was the only child in the village who studied. Everyone valued scholars, so they were very supportive of Chunbo's mother's praise. Even though many children now study with Si Xingzhi, in everyone's eyes, this is still far from attending school.

For several days, Chunbo's mother was very happy and said to Song Chunbo's uncles, "Chunbo works so hard, he will definitely pass the imperial examination and become a scholar!"

Uncle Chunbo nodded and said, "I'll ask his teacher later. If he's really good, I'll send him to school in the county town."

Aunt Chunbo said, "I heard that the Si family was a big shot in the past, more knowledgeable than the teacher. Now he teaches the children in the village and doesn't charge any money."

Chunbo's mother didn't like the Si family. The last time Chunbo and Xiaoan had a fight, she didn't get the upper hand, so of course she was upset. You know, with the title of "Scholar's Wife," who in the village wouldn't give her three points when they met her?

She quickly said, "Sister-in-law, what you said doesn't make sense. He just came from a good family. Who knows, he might just be playing around. I heard he hasn't even taken the imperial examination. How can he compare to the teachers in the school?"

Aunt Chunbo wanted to argue, but Uncle Chunbo said, "Si Xingzhi isn't a proper teacher after all. He himself said that if a child has talent, he should be sent to school. It seems he can only teach, but not anything else."

In fact, Uncle Chunbo misunderstood. What Si Xingzhi meant by this sentence is that if a child is well-educated and is interested in taking the imperial examination, he should be sent to a school so that someone can recommend him when he takes the exam. After all, without a recommender, he cannot take the exam.

The teacher of the school is a ready-made recommender, but Si Xingzhi's current status does not allow him to be this recommender.

Chunbo's mother was very happy to receive the two kilograms of white flour and a bag of brown sugar given by his aunt. She went home and cooked a brown sugar egg to nourish Song Chunbo.

"Chunbo, why have you been coming home so late these days? Is the workload too heavy? And wow, why are you reciting lessons and practicing calligraphy when you come home?"

Song Chunbo said, "It was arranged by...Mr.

"It seems your teacher thinks highly of you, doesn't it?" Chunbo's mother frowned as she looked at the stack of practice papers on Song Chunbo's desk. "It's just this calligraphy practice that uses too much paper. You've been studying for so many years, and your handwriting is good. Why waste more paper?"

Song Chunbo was silent for a moment and then said, "My teacher said that I need to work on my temper and practice calligraphy. If mother thinks it's a waste, my uncle He will make me a sand table during the holidays, and I'll practice calligraphy on it."

Chun Bo's mother's eyes widened. "Sand table? How do you know about that? Have you been to the Si family's literacy class?"

Her eyes flashed, and she immediately figured it out. The teacher at the school always acted superior, indifferent to everyone. She had previously asked the child's uncle to look for the teacher, hoping he would take care of the child, but the teacher had simply ignored her.

He only looks good when collecting money.

But although the son had the support of his uncles, the family was not well off. In addition to the tuition, he also had to buy books and writing materials, which was too expensive. How could he have any extra money to pay tribute to the teacher?

Now Song Chunbo actually said that the teacher cared so much about him? I'm afraid this gentleman is not the teacher, but the gentleman from the Si family.

Chun Bo's mother said nothing that day, but the next day she rushed to the Si family workshop and started cursing: "Si Xingzhi, you are so mean! My son is destined to be a scholar, but you insist on raising him in a wrong way. What exactly do you want to do?"

Si Xingzhi was teaching a few children to recite poems when he was interrupted by Chun Bo Niang. He looked up at her with some displeasure and said, "Chun Bo Niang, I'm teaching a class. Please stop making trouble and interrupting the children's recitation."

"Hmph, these kids can only recognize a few words at best. They're just blind when they go out. What can they possibly achieve by memorizing books?" Chunbo's mother was her usual arrogant and unreasonable self. She put her hands on her hips and muttered, "These kids will all be good for nothing. They're not as good as my Chunbo!"

The children in the school were so angry that their faces puffed up when they heard her say this. However, they had always believed that scholars were the greatest and most powerful. Since they were not scholars, what the scholar said must be right.

Si Xingzhi stood up and walked over. His face was unusually grim, and his voice was serious. "Mrs. Xiucai, you're wrong. They say there are 360 ​​professions, and every profession has its own top scholar. Your Chunbo studied for the imperial examinations, so he could gain a foothold in the government. But my students study only to understand the ways of the world and the principles of life, so that they can have a good future when they go out into the world."

These words made the students in the school puff out their chests.

But Chun Bo's mother was a stubborn person who ignored her and sneered, "What world do you mean by that? Only studying is important in this world. If my husband hadn't died early, I would definitely continue to take the imperial examinations and become a high-ranking official in the capital!"

Si Xingzhi reasoned with her: "Mrs. Scholar, it's not right to say that. Since there are all walks of life in the world, we should respect everyone. No matter what you do, as long as you work hard and diligently, you deserve everyone's respect. We are all the same..."

"Bah, what do you mean by respecting everyone? That's bullshit. You used to be a big shot, everyone admired you, but now you're down and out, so many people look down on you, can't you feel it? Life is divided into high and low, and my Chunbo will become a high official in the future, a man above everyone else. Haha, you're not young anymore, why are you still so naive?"

"you you……"

Si Xingzhi was so blocked by her that he couldn't say a word.

Chunbo's mother rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about? You can't even speak clearly? Haha, I'm telling you, don't try to get close to my Chunbo from now on. He's going to be a big official, how can he be held back by someone like you?"

Gangzi, the oldest boy in the class, stood up and said, "Mrs. Scholar, it was not you who approached Chunbo. It was Chunbo who came to you after school and asked you to teach him. It was you who pestered you!"

Chunbo's mother was furious and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? My Chunbo is in a school with a proper teacher. How could they possibly pester him? Besides, Si Xingzhi, tell me yourself if you did this on purpose? People say that my Chunbo is a good student. Why don't you teach him something more advanced? Instead, you make him practice calligraphy every day? Does he even need to practice calligraphy?"