Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Qiao was in a panic and couldn't find it. When he was about to despair, Ruan Siyi stepped into the gate of the hospital.

"Where have you been?"

"I just go out for a walk..."

Ruan Siyi began to go out for a walk every day. Qiao was worried and wanted to follow. He wouldn't let him.

In fact, Ruan Siyi didn't do anything. He just wandered around his house. No starting point, no destination, just walk

The sun was so bright outside that he couldn't open his eyes. Ruan Siyi left the house and was at a loss after a few steps.

"Are you the man of the Ruan family?"

Not far away, an old man sat at the door of a family and looked at him kindly.

Ruan Siyi nodded blankly.

"Come on, come and sit down. You don't look like you're going out." the old man took out a small stool and patted it.

He walked over blankly and sat down.

The small stool was very small and short. He had never sat on such a thing before. Suddenly, he sat down as if he had suddenly become shorter, smaller and extremely humble. Occasionally, one or two people passed by, dressed like poor people, but his eyes became tall at this time.

Ruan Siyi was a little confused for a moment

The old man was weaving baskets in his hand. His hand was very thick. The sharp bamboo strips were like nothing in his hand. He didn't care at all. He pulled them and made them up circle by circle. Ruan Siyi felt that if he changed himself, his hands would be bloody, but the old man was not.

"After being a neighbor for such a long time, it's rare for you to go out. I heard your wife say that you are ill. How are you? Are you well?"

Ruan Siyi was not suitable for this kind of chatting state. He said, "OK."

"Well, we poor people can't afford to get sick. During your illness, your wife looked panicked every day. Alas... This man is still the pillar of the family. If there is a man, the family will have a backbone..."

"Yes, yes."

"I see you are full of bookish anger. You are a scholar. Good scholar. You can shine on the lintel in the future. My little grandson will prepare for him to study in the future. When he comes back from the examination, I can wake up with a smile."

Ruan Siyi looked sad and hung his head. "It's useless. He's a scholar..."

"How can you say that? Confucius said that reading is good... Of course, it's not easy for us poor people to provide for a scholar. Alas, it's still important to make a living. It's useless to imagine if you don't have enough to eat. By the way, what's your family's livelihood?"

"No, no livelihood."

The old man looked at the thin skinned and tender scholar in front of him, and suddenly nodded. "No wonder you say that it's useless to be a scholar... In fact, it's wrong to think so. There are also scholars in our street. They usually help people write letters and copy books, and they can maintain their livelihood. It's hard to study hard. Once they can pass the exam, they can make a start."

Ruan Siyi was stunned.

After a while, when Ruan Siyi left, the old man sighed.

The woman of the Ruan family is also poor. The man is a scholar. He is too lofty and can't continue his life at home. I thought it would hurt a man's dignity to say it, so I asked him to say it.

After thinking for a while, the old man stopped thinking.

After all, I have to live by myself. Only when I fall and suffer a loss can I understand the truth in this period. I hope this posterity can figure it out.

Ruan Siyi continued to wander around with hesitation. This time, he had a purpose, not a boundless situation.

After watching it for several days, he also had some music in his heart. After returning home, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find something.

"Xianggong, what are you looking for?"

Ruan Siyi was stunned and said softly, "I remember when I moved here, there were some pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"That's what you're talking about." Qiao turned to open a box and took out a pile of things. "Well, it's all here."

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