CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: HOW COULD HE BE SO UNAPPRECIATIVE?

Meng Yao: I didn’t expect you to be like this, Zhao Xiaohua.

After Zhao Xiaoshu left with the medical book, Zhao Xiaohua was still mumbling to herself.

Turning over and over, Han Muchi has a poor brain, his painting is so bad, yet he dares to show off.

Girl, is he really showing off? Clearly, it’s borrowing painting to express affection.

The Han Family.

Madam Han looked angrily at her son, who had always been her pride since childhood.

He was so glorious once, now he is so downcast.

Is it worth it? Just for a wild village girl, who hasn’t even matured.

"Achi, you have disappointed your mother so much." Madam Han clutched her chest, "Were my words not clear enough yesterday? Yes, Zhao Xiaohua saved you. But don’t forget, it was someone else who fished you out of the water. Zhao Xiaohua just happened to know this first aid method, that’s why she saved you. Pay the silver, and it’s settled; why do you eagerly throw your dignity at her feet, are you trying to anger me to death?"

Han Muchi remained silent.

He didn’t know why either, but when he opened his eyes that first glance was like it was engraved in his mind.

A voice in his heart told him, it was her.

But he didn’t understand why she was so repulsed by him.

Moreover, Zhao’s aunt also looked at him with a wary gaze.

"Han Muchi!" Madam Han shouted furiously, "I brought you to the countryside so you could focus on studying. Is this how you focus? Look at yourself, a complete mess. Are you living up to the teachings your father gave you since childhood?"

"Fine, fine, let’s leave right now, go back, and let those Han clansmen do whatever they like. I’m guarding the Han family estate so that one day you might bring glory to our name, not so that you, at a young age, could throw everything away for a country girl."

"What am I living for, I’ll go find your father. When I’m dead, no one will be there to control you." Madam Han cried and shouted.

Only then did Han Muchi step forward to hug Madam Han, "Mother, mother, it’s your son’s fault, please calm down. From now on, I will study diligently and won’t be distracted by anything outside."

Zhao Xiaoshu knocked on the door for quite a while, but no one answered. After thinking it over, he rolled up the medical book, stuffed a small rock inside, and jumped high to throw the book into the Han Family’s yard.

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, but both Madam Han and Han Muchi saw it.

A gust of wind blew, scattering the portrait inside, and it even drifted to the main house’s doorway.

Madam Han saw clearly who was in the picture.

Han Muchi saw it clearly too.

He picked up the small portrait, his heart bitter, and in front of Madam Han, tore the portrait into shreds.

"Mother, I will study hard. Next August, I promise I won’t disappoint you," Han Muchi said firmly.

Yes, what he should do now is to solidify his knowledge well, so that by next August he can stand out. Only then will he make it in time for the triennial examination, instead of waiting another three years.

The village chief mentioned that Zhao Erlang would be taking the provincial exam next spring, and he could find a chance to secretly share some of his experiences with him.

If Zhao Erlang can pass successfully, she would be happy, right?

If Madam Han knew what her son was thinking, she would certainly be furious to the point of spitting blood.

"Did you return the book? Were their family members acting normal?" Zhao Xiaohua asked Zhao Xiaoshu.

Zhao Xiaoshu conveyed a few of the words he overheard from Madam Han’s angry shouts to Zhao Xiaohua, "I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, Madam Han was just too loud. I didn’t see them; they didn’t open the door, so I threw the book into the courtyard, does that count as returning it?"

"That Madam Han and Han Muchi, I’m afraid something is not right up here!" Zhao Xiaohua pointed to her head and whispered, "Xiaoshu, if you see them in the future, avoid them. Mother said, mental dullness is contagious. If you have too much contact with them, your brain will go bad too, and if your brain goes bad, you definitely won’t be able to surpass Second Brother in your studies!"

Zhao Xiaoshu nodded earnestly, "I remember, sis."

Meng Yao didn’t know whether to laugh or laugh?

In this lifetime, precisely because of her unconventional presence, everything changed.

It should be a good thing, right?

The twelfth lunar month.

Zhao Dahe was in the dormitory, diligently writing the essay assigned by the teacher. He was only halfway through when the teacher’s attendant came, saying the teacher was calling him to the reception hall.

Zhao Dahe put on his earmuffs hat and hand warmers and followed the attendant.

Both were quite ugly, but truly warm.

Many people in the school had frostbitten ears and hands.

It wasn’t much during the day, but at night when sleeping, as you curled up in the quilt and your body warmed up, it became unbearably painful! You couldn’t sleep at all!

But he didn’t get frostbite!

The teacher’s wife even borrowed his as a reference to make a set for the teacher.

When Zhao Dahe saw the teacher, he made a respectful bow, but his hands clung to the hand warmers, making the sight somewhat comical.

Mr. Wang, the teacher, was extremely fond of this proud student.

He had failed the imperial exams several times and had resigned himself to the idea that he’d have no fate with the exams in this life.

As a secondary choice, he had set up a village school.

Firstly, because he didn’t know anything else, and secondly, because he didn’t want to completely abandon the books from now on.

He used to think that his whole life would be like this, but who would have imagined that the heavens, which had always failed him, would suddenly be kind to him?

He was given an extraordinarily gifted student.

The more Mr. Wang saw of Zhao Dahe, the more satisfied he became.

"Dahe, someone is here to see you, says they’re from your village," Mr. Wang pointed to Han Muchi.

Which person in Shanghua Village did Zhao Dahe not know?

This one before him, he had never seen, but it didn’t stop him from guessing the person’s identity.

"Is there something you need?" Zhao Dahe asked flatly.

Zhao Dahe had a bad impression of Madam Han and believed that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, so he didn’t like Han Muchi either.

Moreover, his arrival had stolen quite a bit of his spotlight.

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, this guy indeed looked slightly better than him.

And he was very good at studying, already a licentiate.

"Mr. Wang, may I speak privately with Zhao alone?" Han Muchi courteously asked Mr. Wang.

A twelve-year-old licentiate was enough to astonish Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang hoped his student could make a good friend; there was no reason not to agree.

"Dahe, accompany Young Master Han while I check if your teacher’s wife’s pig trotters are done. Later, invite Young Master Han to eat pig trotters together!" Mr. Wang said cheerfully.

"Yes, teacher," Zhao Dahe replied.

After Mr. Wang left, Zhao Dahe spoke with a blank expression, "We’re not familiar enough to speak privately, are we?"

"It was wrong of me to come so rashly without prior notice," Han Muchi said. "Before, we weren’t familiar, but we can gradually get to know each other. I truly wish to befriend you."

"You’re a young master from a big family, wanting to befriend me?" Zhao Dahe sneered, "If you get straight to the point and tell me your purpose, maybe my impression of you would improve a bit."

Han Muchi felt a little displeased inside but tried his best not to show it. He thought he had already lowered his stance enough, so why was Zhao Dahe being so ungrateful?