Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

It is not the first time that Xuezheng has done this. Those who come to school in Fucheng are mostly new talents.

In those rural areas, Xiucai can be regarded as one of the characters, and they are fully respected.

But in Fucheng, it was nothing.

In Fucheng, scholars are also divided into three, six, and nine grades, and most families have thin family assets.

People who have no money can't afford a student.

It takes at least seven or eight years for an ordinary person to be admitted as a scholar, and if he wants to go further, he has to continue his studies.

Xuezheng has checked the backgrounds of the students. If there is an official in the family, they must not move. Everyone is an official, and naturally they must love each other.

If it is only an ordinary family, then a layer of oil should be scraped out.

Wang Chuangui is a student who can't scrape oil. The students in the college have sent gifts one after another, but he is the only one who is unwilling to give more than a single point except for the prescribed boxing.

On the contrary, he sent a set of clothes to that dilapidated teaching!

How can Xuezheng endure this?

He ordered people to investigate Wang Chuangui's life experience, but he was a person from a rural area, and he was still a very old man.

Only in your thirties is a scholar, and in the future, I am afraid that you will not be able to pass the exam.

The only bright spot may be his recommendation from the local county magistrate.

But the county magistrate's recommendation is also a common occurrence, and it is nothing.

In the poor corner of Yongding County, it would be good to have a scholar, and the magistrate must be the taller one among the short ones, and he would give the name casually.

After thinking about it like this, Xuezheng used the trick he used before. Seeing that Wang Chuangui has never responded, he even pleaded bitterly.

Xuezheng is even more determined in his heart: It is confirmed, it is a shabby settlement with no basis.

He just said that he has no background, but his food and clothing expenses are not bad, and he also takes his wife to study together, which shows that the family is not too poor.

Dig a thousand taels, which should be just the amount that their family can afford.

Unexpectedly, he kicked the iron plate in the end.

Wang Chuangui was still stunned, but Mrs. Ma had already gone to the prison, and told Wang Chuangui with a dreamy look: "Xiang Gong, mother is here to pick us up!"

Wang Chuangui's first reaction was to cover his ass.

If mother knew that he read and read himself into prison, he would inevitably be beaten!

"Why is your mother here?" Wang Chuangui didn't know, Xuezheng had already sent a letter to the old Wang family, and he himself was determined not to write back to ask for money.

"I don't know either. I was about to go back and find a way to find a way for my mother, when I saw that someone had arrested both the professor and Xuezheng." Ma said in a trance, looking at Xuezheng, who was like mud, The fear in his heart for him also dissipated.

How arrogant this school was before, how pitiful it is now.

He was ordered to ask Wang Chuangui to forgive him. If Wang Chuangui did not forgive him, he would add one more crime.

Wang Chuangui hurriedly asked, "What about Song Jiaoyu? Does he have something to do?"

"Song Jiaoyu is fine, but he has been detained for a long time, and his health is not good. He has already been sent to the hospital. I have visited before, and he said that his health is fine, and he will be fine for a few days." Ma sighed, "I didn't expect that after this incident, Song Jiaoyu not only didn't blame us for dragging him down, but also cared about you very much."

Song Jiaoyu is a teacher who specializes in teaching policy theory, which is also Wang Chuangui's weak point, but Song Jiaoyu attaches great importance to his understanding and often teaches him all the money.

Because of this, Mrs. Ma specially made a set of clothes for him to express his gratitude.

But I don't want to, but it hurts people.

"Wang Xuezi, may you forgive me now?" From the other end, Xue Zheng's weak voice came.

Wang Chuangui looked over and saw that Xuezheng had put his neck into the rope and was hanging himself.

He still had an amused smile on his face.

Wang Chuangui suddenly felt nauseated and almost vomited out on the spot.

If he becomes an official in the future, he will also become such a bully, fearful of hardship, and submissive appearance, he would rather not be an official.

The big deal, go back to Hujia Village to teach.