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Three days later.

New Year's Eve.

Although the family was separated, Luo Ping also had to take the family back to his ancestral home to worship his father, elder brother and third brother. The cumbersome ancestor worship procedure was to have the New Year's Eve dinner and watch the night. In the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty emphasized not sleeping all night, which was to wake up next year and not be depressed.

Luo family was a little forced to smile because when eating the New Year's Eve dinner, grandma almost all the delicious chickens and fishes to Luo Xin's cousin Luo Sheng and his uncle Luo Zhi. Their two sons just ate some vegetables. How could this make Luo family feel comfortable?

Luo Ping sat there honestly and chatted with his uncle and uncle in a mess. Luo Qing sat there without saying a word. The ten-year-old boy of this era is already very sensible. He also knows that his grandparents are partial, and his little heart is also very angry. Luo Xin has a normal heart. Since ancient times, the second child has not been welcomed. The eldest child is the eldest son of the family and will take over the family property in the future. Naturally, he will be valued. The old and the young are loved by their parents. Only this second child is not in the world and is not in the world. Luo Xin was thinking there:

"If I had a younger brother, I'm afraid my treatment at home would be the same as my father? I don't know if I have a chance to study if that happens."

"Second brother, I heard you are going to let Xiner go to study?"

Luo Zhi asked softly. Although his voice was soft, the room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were gathered on Luo Ping's face. Luo Ping smiled honestly and said:

"Xiner wants to read!"

"If you want to study, let him study?" Grandpa knocked on the tobacco pipe pot, glared at Luo Ping and said, "Is he the material for studying? Does he want to remove the tiles and you are helping him get in the room?"

"Second!" Grandma also said from the side: "Your family now has three acres of land, how can you afford to support your faith and study? Be pragmatic."

"Xin'er wants to study!" Luo Ping smiled silly.

"Second brother, you have to think clearly." The eldest aunt said lightly: "Don't fail to read in the future, but will drag your family down."

"Your family can't get through!" Luo finally broke out: "It's the New Year, are you cursing my family?"

The aunt's face froze: "I don't mean that..."

"Second sister-in-law, my sister-in-law is also for your family's good." The little aunt said, with a hint of disdain in her eyes: "You have never studied and don't know the difficulty of studying. How can scholars be so easy to take the exam? Whoever has a life, a native chicken cannot become a phoenix."

"Shut up!" The uncle scolded loudly, the aunt curled her lips and sat aside without saying anything.

"Second brother, do you really want to believe me to study?"

"Xin'er wants to study!" Luo Ping said this only after going over and over again.

"Then try studying for a year. Even if you know two words, it's good." The uncle glanced at Luo Xin, then shook his head gently, looking like he was a prodigal son.

Luo Ping smiled silly, and Luo's face turned blue.

Luo Xin smiled silly, and Luo Qing's face turned blue.

Dawn.

Luo Ping's family left their ancestral home and returned to their home. Luo family chatted about the unfairness of their parents-in-law along the way, and their father just smiled honestly. When they returned home, Luo Xin took a nap for a while, then washed up and went to the private school to pay New Year's greetings. At his husband's house, he met two boys from the same village. The two boys were very excited to hear that Luo Xin also came to study after the New Year.

Time flies fast.

The sixteenth day of the first lunar month.

Luo Ping carried his gun and left his home early in the morning to go to Weidaxing, the county town. After half an hour, Luo Xin walked towards the school at the end of the village with his bookcase. Luo Qing was playing with a big knife in the yard, and Luo was doing housework in the room. He was a little uneasy and worried about his husband, and sighed from time to time.

The private school only has classes in the morning and rests for two days a month. One day in the middle of the month and one day at the end of the month. Luo Xin walked into the school and saw that there were only eleven boys sitting in the school, plus he only had twelve.

"Luo Xin, come and sit down."

A student who was half a head taller than Luo Xin waved to Luo Xin. He was Zhang Xun from the same village. He was eleven years old this year and was twelve years old after his birthday, and four years older than Luo Xin, who was eight years old this year. He had a good relationship with Luo Xin's elder brother, so when he saw Luo Xin come in, he asked him to sit next to him.

"Luo Xin, are you here to study too?"

"Um!"

"Why don't your elder brother come?"

"Brother Xiwu!"

"Yes, your elder brother is a martial arts fanatic. I'll settle it for you if you have something in school." Zhang Xun patted his chest and said.

"If the sir hit me, can you settle it?"

Zhang Xun's little face changed: "That... you have to settle it yourself."

"cough!"

A cough made the school quiet. Lin Xiucai walked in and asked a few questions about the part of the three-character scriptures. Then he began to explain the three-character scriptures. Although Luo Xin knew very well about the stories in the three-character scriptures, he saw them reading them in his previous life. Now he is listening to others, which has a unique flavor, so he listened to them with relish. After about an hour of speaking, Lin Xiucai asked the boys to recite and practice calligraphy by themselves, then called Luo Xin and handed him a book. Luo Xin looked down and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was a hundred families. He couldn't help but think, is his decades-old soul to read with a bunch of little kids?

Just think about it and feel depressed.

"Today I will teach you the surnames of a hundred families first!"

"Yes, sir." Luo Xin took the Baijia surname in his heart and opened the first page with depression.

"You follow me to read! Zhao Qian, Sun Li!"

"Zhao Qian, Sun Li!"

"Zhou Wu and Zheng King."

"Zhou Wu and Zheng King."

"Well, you read these eight words from the beginning."

"Yes, sir."

As a researcher of ancient Chinese literature, how could Luo Xin never read the Hundred Family Names? Not only did he read it, but he could recite it. At this time, the school was quiet. Eleven boys looked at Luo Xin and wanted to see him look ugly. I believe that when they first learned these eight words, they didn't know how many times they learned.

"Am I the same as them?" Luo Xin continued to feel depressed, but he said crisply: "Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou, Wu and Zheng Wang."

"Huh?" Lin Xiucai was stunned. He closed Luo Xin's book, then picked up the pen and wrote the word "Sun" on a piece of paper, and asked:

"What word is pronounced?"

In Lin Xiucai's opinion, the Baijia surname is catchy, and Luo Xin memorized this, but he would definitely not recognize the words he took out separately.

"Sun"

A hint of surprise appeared in Lin Xiucai's eyes, and he wrote the word "Zheng" and asked, "What word is pronounced?"

"Zheng"

Lin Xiucai's face was even more surprised. He kept finishing the eight words exam before staring at Luo Xin blankly and said for a while:

"Have you read the Baijia surname with your uncle?"

"No!"

Lin Xiucai looked at Luo Xin in scrutiny, and the eleven boys in the school also opened their mouths and looked at Luo Xin. They did not expect that the teacher just taught him once, and Luo Xin learned eight words.

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