Chapter 239 Harmony
Ignoring Zhang's curses, Li Zheng Feng did not hesitate to cross out Feng Yan's name from the family tree. He had written it himself when he went to school.

Then, Feng Lizheng handed the pen to Feng Sheng.

"Come on, Sheng'er, write your own name."

Feng Sheng glanced at the angry Zhang and Feng Yan, took the pen with his swollen hands, and endured the piercing pain as he wrote the two words "Feng Sheng" on the yellowed family tree, stroke by stroke, with great solemnity.

"I think you've gone crazy, old thing! You've cut off Yan'er's chance of taking the imperial examination and recorded a little girl in the family tree. You will definitely regret it!" Zhang shouted at the top of her lungs.

It has to be said that the moment Feng Sheng wrote his name on the family tree, Zhang felt jealous for a moment.

But the education she received from childhood told her that the Feng family was rebelling against the Tiangang. How could a woman be included in the family tree? How could a woman be worthy of such a person?

The Feng family ignored her. Before she even left the Feng family, she kept calling the village head Feng an "old thing". The reason they didn't beat her out with a broom was because they had lived in the same yard for so many years.

Feng Sheng looked at Zhang's hysterical appearance and once again remembered what she often said to him: "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent."

She didn't agree with this statement from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't know how to refute it.

Perhaps, she will know when she learns more words and reads more books.

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Village head Feng let Zhang take away all the silver she had earned, a total of eighty-three taels and four cents, and the Feng family did not take a single cent.

Feng Yan had too many clothes, shoes and socks, so he packed up a few newly made ones and took the rest to the yard and burned them all.

The mother and son finally stayed at Feng's house for one night. At dawn, they hired an ox cart and went into the city with the divorce documents.

After the people left, Mrs. Lin slapped her thigh in pain.

So many clothes, shoes and socks, without even a patch on them, were burned to ashes by the fire.

This eldest grandson is really cruel and can't even see the patches on his younger brothers and sisters' bodies.

Feng Yu held Feng Chang's hand. The two dark and thin boys were as obedient as quails.

Li Zheng Feng let out a long sigh, took out a half-worn purse from his body, poured out three taels of silver from it, and greeted Feng Dagui's wife, An.

"Second brother, take this silver and buy some cotton cloth to make new clothes for each of the three children. Use the rest to buy meat so that we can have some meat today."

An pursed her lips and looked at her man.

After Feng Dagui nodded slightly, An stepped forward and took the silver.

The second wife's family has never had any status in the family, and she is not as capable as Zhang, who has embroidery skills. This is the first time she has touched silver in more than 20 years. In the past, it was good enough to have two or three hundred coins in her hand.

Feng Sheng sat in the yard, and with his swollen hands he carefully pieced together the pieces of paper that were shattered to pieces, and then glued them together with the paste specially made by Mrs. Lin.

Seeing this, Feng Yu pulled his brother over.

"Little sister, let me help you."

Feng Sheng nodded and made way for him. “Thank you, second brother and third brother.”

Seeing Feng Yu holding his breath to paste the shredded paper, Feng Sheng suddenly said, "Second brother, third brother, let me teach you how to read."

The two boys looked up suddenly, and Feng Chang blurted out, "Really?"

God knows he dreamed of studying, but his parents said that studying costs money and they are not as good as his aunt who can earn money to support his elder brother's education, so he could only secretly envy him in his heart.

But they didn't know before that the money Zhang earned was only enough to pay the tuition, and Feng Yan's monthly pens, ink, paper and inkstone were all subsidized by the public treasury, part of which was also paid by the second wife.

It was not until last night when Mrs. Lin took out the account book and read it out that everyone realized that Feng Yan had spent so much money on his studies.

"I will teach you the characters I know first. When my family earns enough money, I will send you to school. You can teach me then, okay?" Feng Sheng whispered.

She knew that no school would be willing to accept girls, so she had to find a way herself.

Feng Yu also thought this method was good, although he and his brother didn't know whether they would have the chance to go to school in this lifetime.

But never mind, let's take care of the present. ...

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It is harvest season in Taoyuan City.

The dusty old man, carrying a rag bag and hunched over, was supported by a dark-faced boy of fifteen or sixteen as he walked step by step towards the east gate of Taoyuan City.

The people on duty at the city gate today are San Ya's team.

When the old man saw that the soldiers guarding the city were a group of women, there was a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but he still took out the pass as he was told.

After confirming that there were no problems with the pass, San Ya asked a few routine questions and waved her hand to let the person in.

As soon as the two of them left, San Ya called a team member over, whispered a few words in her ear, and asked her to hurry to the City Lord's Mansion to report.

Zi Jun didn't know that he and Zhuge Jinyi had attracted attention as soon as they arrived in Taoyuan City. He was still whispering to the young prince.

"It seems that Dayu has really run out of luck. Even women have joined the army."

Zhuge Jinyi scratched his head. When passing through other cities, he did have the feeling that Dayu was about to end, but when he arrived in the northwest, he saw vitality everywhere.

The fields were full of people harvesting crops. Although it was a barren land, the yield per mu was higher than that of the richest place in Xia State.

"Grandpa, I heard that the most prosperous area in Taoyuan City is the central district. Let's go there," Zhuge Jinyi suggested.

Zi Jun's chattering was interrupted. He wanted to get angry, but then he remembered the other person's identity and had to give up.

"Central District, do you want to go? It only costs five cents, you can get on and go!"

The shouts came one after another. Zhuge Jinyi's eyes lit up and he pulled Zijun over.

The new and strange cars that came into view aroused his curiosity even more.

Old man Pan had a small black bag on his waist and a cup of water in his hand. When he saw the guests, he hurried over to greet them.

"You two, do you want to go to the central area? It only costs five cents per person, and I guarantee you will get there!"

He smiled and raised his hand to pat the shed of the tricycle.

Without waiting for Zijun to speak, Zhuge Jinyi nodded and said, "Let's go!"

Zi Jun was helped by Zhuge Jinyi to sit on the tricycle with a strange look on his face. This old man clearly looked like he had died three years ago, so how come he is still alive and well now? He couldn't even see his future clearly.
No, it was not just this old man, but also the little girl who checked his pass at the city gate, the woman who set up a stall selling pancakes not far away, and many other people of all kinds on the road, all of them were similar to this old man.

He should have died long ago, but somehow his fate was reversed.

Could it be his good junior brother who did it?
Zijun quickly denied his outrageous idea.

It definitely won’t be Qingyun, he doesn’t have that ability.

Who would that be?
The tricycle did not give him time to think. With Old Man Pan's shout of "Let's go!" the three wheels gradually began to roll and slowly drove into the spacious concrete avenue.

Zhuge Jinyi held onto the iron shed and stretched his neck to talk to Old Man Pan.

"Old man, why is this road so smooth?"

Old Man Pan likes to attract outsiders because he likes to see their naive looks.

He said, "Hi," "Because this is a cement road!"

Zhuge Jinyi had never heard of cement, so he curiously asked, "Uncle, what is cement?"

Old Man Pan rolled his eyes secretly.

No one else would ask this question, but you are the only one who is digging deep into the matter.

"Cement is cement. I can't really explain it. Anyway, it works very well."

I'm working like a slave again. It's really hard work. I'm late.