I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

"I want to follow Master Er, I don't want to go with others."

Little Aning raised her dark face, looked at the white-haired old man eagerly, hugged him, and burst into tears.

The old man looked at the crying little Aning and sighed inwardly.

In fact, he is very clear that little Aning has been with him since he was born, and it is not so easy to separate.

Even if Xiao Aning wanted to leave, he was reluctant.

but.

It was not a good place for him to go to the city with Qian Yong and the others.

He guarded the fields all his life, and when he came to the city, he didn't know any rules or anything, how to take good care of his granddaughter.

Moreover, when he arrives in the city, he will be under the fence of others, and whether he can come back in the future is still a question.

He is not young, and he still wants to return to the roots of fallen leaves.

The most important thing is that he understands that the four teenagers in front of him are either rich or noble, and their brother-sister relationship with little Aning is built on the basis of living a hard life together. After all, this relationship is only two or three months As a result, how long can it last in the city?

The old man was still struggling, and Qian Yong's voice sounded again.

"Ah Ning, after returning to Chang'an, my brother will send you to study, and you will earn a lot of money in the future to buy a lot of flour for your grandfather.

Even if you want to go back to Liji Village in the future, you will still be scholars, not the same as the bastards at the entrance of the village. They have to guard the field for a lifetime, farming the land forever, and being farmers forever. "

Little Aning's eyes were swollen from crying, his nose was mixed with tears, and he said loudly: "I will always guard my father and keep farming!"

Hearing this, the old man looked at Qian Yong, then at little Aning, sighed in his heart, and said slowly: "A Ning, go clean up and go with your Brother Yong."

"Ugh no!"

Little Aning hugged the old man, crying and shouting.

The old man looked at her distressedly, stretched out his big rough hand, stroked her little head, and said in a peaceful tone: "Go and clean up, Master will go with you."

Hearing this, little Ah Ning cried for a while before realizing what happened, and looked up at his grandfather.

"Go." The old man waved his hand without saying much.

"Don't pack your luggage, do you want to stay here alone?"

With a smile on his face, Qian Yong looked at Xiao Aning and said.

"No! Go clean up!"

Little Aning wiped away her tears, sobbed, and trotted into the house to pack her luggage.

Seeing this scene, the other three teenagers looked at Qian Yong with a touch of admiration in their eyes.

It has to be said that Qian Yong has made much more progress than them in the same way.

The perspective of seeing the problem is also different.

They wanted to bring little Aning and grandpa into the city, and they did so with affection and reason, but they didn't know that doing so was meaningless to an old man who was dying.

If I really want them to enter the city, the key lies in little Aning.

When the old man is old, he wants to return to his roots, and he does not want to leave his homeland. This is human nature.

But little Aning is still young, as long as the old man still pretends to be his granddaughter in his heart, in order for little Aning to live a good life, no matter what, he will always make a compromise in the end.

It's obviously a very simple truth, but they didn't want to understand it.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Qian Yong stood up, otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to take Xiao Aning, grandpa and grandson away today. …

"Brother Yong, that's amazing!"

Sun Chao looked at Qian Yong and praised him sincerely.

Qian Yong just smiled and didn't speak.

The four teenagers have lived together for less than three months.

However, during these three months, they ate, lived and suffered together, and the friendship they established far surpassed those usual friends.

Especially after experiencing the dilemma of being imprisoned in a dungeon and having nowhere to go, they have been able to fully trust each other.

Because they know that even in the face of a policeman with a knife, the other party will not betray each other.

Time passed, and it was half an hour in the blink of an eye.

Little Aning organized all the things he could bring together.

She also knew that if she went to the city this time, she might not be able to return for a long time.

So even some old pots and pans were taken out.

Sun Chao looked at some tattered objects and wanted to say, "When we arrive in Chang'an, these things will be thrown away sooner or later, and there is no point in bringing them with us, so we might as well put them here."

However, before the words were spoken, Qian Yong stopped him.

Because he knows that rather than using them, these things carry little Aning's memories of his childhood and this family, so just hold them.

Although they were the ones who moved things, they had already done physical work for two or three months, and it was not too late.

"Carry the things! Let's go back to Chang'an!"

Qian Yong tied the pots and pans with hemp rope, carried them on his shoulders, yelled, and walked in front.

Seeing this, the other three teenagers imitated and followed.

Little Aning followed behind them, her dark face full of longing and anticipation for the city.

She couldn't help drooling when she thought of the endless white noodles and meat when she entered the city.

behind the line.

Only the old man turned his head to look at the dilapidated thatched cottage, with melancholy and a touch of sadness in his expression, stopped for a while, and then followed.

As soon as the autumn harvest was over, Mingxiu Academy sent people to investigate the completion of the tasks of the students in the T-class.

After the inspection, the qualified students will be taken back to Mingxiu Academy, and they will be given seven days to go home and visit their relatives after arriving at Mingxiu Academy.

The seven-day period is mainly because there are still some students who come from various places in Dagan, and it will take a lot of time to travel back and forth.

For students living in Chang'an, it only takes an hour or two to go home, and the time to visit relatives seems to be very abundant.

Qian Yong and the other three returned to Mingxiu Academy with little Aning, his grandfather and grandson.

Here, they met Mr. Rong Haorong, a Hanlin scholar, and listening to his vicissitudes of life, they felt as if they had passed away, as if these two or three months were a dream.

"You guys are doing better than I thought. None of you in the whole T-word class failed the assessment. This shows that you have made some progress in the past two or three months. You should have known it before you came here. Fang Xiang approved it for you. Seven days off to visit relatives.

Seven days later, you will return to the academy to continue your studies. You will still be taught by the old master. I hope you can study hard this time, and don't cause all kinds of troubles like before. "

The de facto dean of Mingxiu Academy, Hanlin scholar Rong Hao gave a few words of advice to the students in the T-class, then waved his hand and let them go. …

The students returned from the village to the city with great difficulty. They were all eager to return home, and they didn't exchange pleasantries with each other, so they went back to their respective homes and looked for their respective mothers.

For example, Qian Yong just said hello to Liu Bin and Sun Chao, and then returned to Chang'an with little Aning, his grandfather and grandson.

Qian Fu's carriage drove slowly on the concrete road.

Little Aning sat on a warm blanket, looking at the street scene of Chang'an through the car window, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing something.

Compared with the bazaars she had been to before, the prosperity of Chang'an has exceeded her imagination.

She never thought that there are such high walls, such flat roads, so many people, and so many things that she has never seen before in the world.

For her, every part of Chang'an City is full of novelty.

With her poor vision, even in her dreams, she would not be able to dream of such a city.

Not to mention her, even her father, seeing the magnificent and prosperous Chang'an City, also forgot his hometown for a short time.

Although he has lived for so many years, this is the first time he has seen such a prosperous city.

When it was getting dark, there were still red lanterns on the side of the street. Before coming here, who would have thought that such a thing would exist?
"Master, Aning, when we arrive at Qian's Mansion, you two will live in the same yard as me. I will tell my father to let Aning go to the academy to study."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at the old man, and said: "There are many flowers and plants in the house that need to be taken care of. If you can't be idle, you can help clean it up. If you don't want to do anything, just bask in the sun in the yard." , just clean the house once in a while."

"What is reading?"

At this time, Xiao Aning asked belatedly.

Hearing this question, Qian Yong was stunned.

In a trance, he suddenly realized.

Little Aning has never been exposed to books since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to read.

Not only him, the vast majority of people in the village have never had access to books and cannot read.

Therefore, in little Aning's consciousness, there is no concept of reading at all.

"It is said that the book has its own house of gold, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu, but for the vast majority of people, they have no access to books at all. How can they get the house of gold and Yan Ruyu from the book?"

Thinking of this, Qian Yong couldn't help sighing in his heart.

On weekdays, I often hear how hard it is for poor scholars and how difficult it is to obtain fame.

But in fact, no matter how poor the scholars are, they are from the same family, and no one cares about the people who are born in the real poor like little Aning.

However, in terms of intelligence, little Aning is not inferior to anyone at all!
"Father always said that talents are rare, and talents are rare. In fact, I have worked so hard, but too many talents have been buried."

"If one day, children from poor families like little Aning can read books and learn knowledge, will the court still worry that there will be no talents to use?"

Thinking of this, Qian Yong shook his head and laughed at himself.

Nowadays, there are still many people who are extravagant even to eat white noodles. How can it be possible to let them study!
"Reading is ... literacy. When you arrive at the Qian Mansion, there will be a gentleman who will teach you. When the time comes, you have to listen to what the gentleman tells you, and you can't be like a brother."

Qian Yong stretched out his hand and rubbed little Aning's head, and said with a smile. …

Little Aning blinked and asked curiously: "Why can't you be like my brother? Is it because my brother is disobedient and didn't study hard?"

"Yes." Qian Yong nodded lightly, and many images could not help appearing in his mind.

If he didn't want to study, his father hit him with a stick.

He practiced martial arts hard, but was reprimanded by his father for going astray.

There is also the scene of no hope of joining the army, and all kinds of extravagant scenes.

Various pictures overlapped and appeared, forming the short few years since he could remember.

In the end, it was fixed in front of the Yamen of the Ministry of War, his father shouted to kill him, a rebellious son, and Fang Xiang stood up to stop him.

"At the door of the military department's yamen who want money, they have to let Fang Xiang out of the siege. If I have such a son, I'm afraid I will die of anger."

Thinking of this, Qian Yong couldn't help laughing at himself.

at this time.

The carriage stopped slowly.

Then the voice of the coachman sounded.

"Master, we are here!"

"Okay, you go and tell my father that his disappointing son is back."

Qian Yong said in a flat tone.

The coachman obviously didn't expect him to say that, he was stunned for a while, and then replied: "I understand, young master, please wait a moment, this old slave will go and report!"

At this moment.

In the main hall of Qian Mansion.

Qian Haonan, who was dressed in a scarlet robe, was holding a volume of military books in his hand, and looked at it intently and carefully.

On the side, Mrs. Qian Fu, who was dressed luxuriously, was pacing back and forth, with an expectant and nervous expression.

"Why haven't you come yet, it stands to reason that it should be here?"

Madam Qian muttered to herself while pacing.

After a while, she finally couldn't restrain the anxiety in her heart, looked at Qian Haonan, and said, "Master, why don't you send another team to pick up Yong'er. If there are many people, it's better to be safe."

Qian Haonan looked at the book of war, focused his eyes, and said coldly: "That Nizi promised Fang Xiang that he would keep his own place in Mingxiu Academy, and what happened? To cause such a disaster in less than seven days, it is simply hard to change his nature!
In my opinion, it is best for him to stay in the country for the rest of his life and never come back. I will treat him as my son! "

When Madam Qian heard this, she cast a sideways glance at him, and said calmly: "Master, you really don't miss Yong'er?"

Qian Haonan snorted coldly, and said coldly: "If you want money, you have to go to the Yamen of the Ministry of War, and in front of the six ministers and nine ministers, embarrass him. I'm going crazy to miss such a rebellious son!"

Madam Qian was not angry, she frowned, and said: "If the master really doesn't miss this Yong'er, why did he read a page of military manual for an entire hour?"

When Qian Haonan heard this, his hand holding the book of war froze slightly and fell silent.

Anyway, Qian Yong is also his son, and he is also the only son.

Three months away from home, no news.

The only piece of news is that he was locked in a dungeon by black-hearted police officers two months ago.

Say don't miss, how is it possible?

It's nothing more than a dead duck's mouth.

"Master, don't put on airs, send someone to pick you up."

Madam Qian walked up to Qian Haonan and began to persuade him.

Qian Haonan looked at her, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he heard a voice from outside the room.

"Master, madam, the young master is back!"

The voice fell.

Both Qian Haonan and Mrs. Qian showed excitement on their faces.

The difference is that Qian Haonan quickly hid himself.

Madam Qian came to the door quickly, and after opening it, she couldn't wait to ask: "Where are the others?"

The servant said: "Still waiting outside the gate of the mansion, saying that I want the old servant to report to the master and wife first, saying that the son who did not live up to the expectations of the master and wife has returned."

Hear this.

Both Qian Haonan and Mrs. Qian were startled.

"Are you sure it's the young master?" Madam Qian asked after a few moments of silence.

"Sure!"

The servant nodded heavily, and said: "Although the young master is dark and thin, but the old slave has served the young master for nearly ten years, no matter how dark and thin he is, he can still recognize him, not to mention that his voice hasn't changed. "

The voice fell.

Qian Haonan and Mrs. Qian looked at each other, and they could see the astonishment in each other's eyes.

Obviously, they never thought that such words would come out of their son's mouth!