Most of the children in the village come from poor families, and they can’t afford to pay any kind of education at all. It’s hard for their son to study like the villagers and give them some bacon and pickles.

Liang Changhe was worried for a moment.

He didn't even know when his old father passed away. He was immersed in his own consciousness and thinking about how the family could survive.

Until his daughter's voice sounded, interrupting his thinking.

"Dad, A-wen makes money to treat dad's leg and send her brother to study."

Liang Changhe came back to his senses, looked at his young daughter, and couldn't hold back his tears for a while.

They are all his brothers over there, why not give him a hand?

He just suffered a loss because his family did not have enough money to buy some other extracurricular books and his knowledge was not extensive enough. It does not mean that he is uneducated.

Look, isn’t his Awen taught by him step by step?

Liang Changhe found that he couldn't say anything. He couldn't say anything like, 'Your grandpa will figure it out later' or 'We won't separate our families.'

These are all self-deception.

Now he hates why he fell down and why he had to save that ten cents.

Also, why did his father come to propose a divorce after he fell?

Have they been dissatisfied for many years?

Liang Changhe feels like a joke now. He is still studying hard and trying hard to pass the exam. When the time comes, he can find a job first, which will at least reduce the burden on his family.

He sincerely hopes that he and others in his family can be happy and live a good life.

But the reality was so cruel, shattering his beautiful hope.

It also lets him see his importance in the family.

Maybe it’s worthless at all.

After all, the glory brought by a scholar is nothing, and it will fade away after three to five years.

It has been eight years now, and it is a gift for the family to bring it up at this time.

In the evening, the couple discussed what to do after harvesting the rice.

Awen was excited because of Liang Yougen's words. It would be good to separate the families, and she would be the head of her own family from now on.

She felt that separating the family was not necessarily a bad thing, and she could see clearly what kind of people her uncles were.

You can avoid it better in the future.

She didn't think she, a person who had traveled through time, could starve to death.

Because it was still early, she sat at the table, took out a writing brush made of chicken feathers, and silently recited hundreds of surnames stroke by stroke on the table in the dark.

This is also her homework. Ever since she started learning Chinese characters, she has taken time to write from memory every day.

No matter how much, the important thing is to persist, the original owner is used to it, and naturally now she is also inertia due to the memory of the original owner.

After Awen wrote about twenty surnames silently, she put away her pen and walked to the bed to sleep.

In her dream, she dreamed of the vast bookstore again.

This time she was not like she was at noon. She was full of doubts and expectations, and even more hopeful.

Since it was a dream, it wouldn't hurt. She raised her wrist and bit it hard.

"Hiss" she took a breath.

This is not a dream, then where is this place?

She first picked up a food book at hand, which told many cooking methods and also had pictures.

The painting was so lifelike that it made her drool.

Braised beef, braised eggplant, braised pork ribs, braised duck, etc.

I really want to eat it, my mouth is watering.

She pinched her thigh again to make sure it was not a dream, and she suddenly realized.

Could it be a benefit for time travellers?

Her eyes were sharp, and she immediately mobilized her whole body to concentrate and recite silently.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that she was lying on the bed.

Could it be said that this is a place that only souls can enter?

She closed her eyes again, concentrated her attention, and read in silently. When the library appeared in front of her again, she almost cried with joy.

She is God's most beloved child, and he sent so many priceless treasures to her when she was in urgent need of funds.

The door of the room suddenly rang, and the eldest sister shouted: "Awen, it's time to get up, we have to go early."
Chapter completed!