I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

 Chapter 33 Releasing Goodwill

Bai Yunxi was stunned when he heard the words of the Song Wang family. In his memory, he had indeed heard that Erlang of the Song family had a talent for reading. Even the old examiner praised him and said that given time, he would be able to pass the examination.

 But if you want to continue going up, you have to seek guidance from a famous teacher.

Famous teachers were not so easy to find during this period, and even if there were, they might not be willing to accept disciples.

 Otherwise, Lao Juren would not have found another way to find a job to pave the way for his son.

 In ordinary people's families, if they use the whole family's efforts to support a student, they are already devoting themselves to the family's affairs. If they are lucky, one person will be able to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven.

 But before results are achieved, it is normal for other sons to have opinions.

"Sister-in-law Song was joking. I didn't go out much in the past, so I met less often, but I heard my dead old man mention your Erlang, saying that he is a talented scholar. As long as you support him seriously, in time, he will definitely win the exam."

 “Is this really what the Juren Master said?”

Song Wang's eyes lit up when she heard Bai Yunxi's words. If she could win the exam, she would be the number one scholar. Maybe she could still get a good job.

  ‘If nothing else, if you win the exam, your family will be exempted from taxes and labor, and the court will also provide you with education aid every year. Just like the Baiju people, just collecting taxes from the village's farmland is enough to support a large family. ’

　　‘If her son was so lucky, she would have to support her second son’s education even if she was selling money. ’

When Song Wang came back to her senses, she saw Bai Yunxi looking at her with a smile, and immediately took out two radishes from the basket and handed them over.

　　"Freshly pulled from the ground, I'll give you something to eat."

Knowing that her family is broke, how can she fill her stomach by fishing alone?

“No, there are still vegetables at home. I just caught two fish, which can be considered meat after all.”

 Every family is not rich these days, so she cannot just accept things from others.

“Oh, why are you being polite to me?” Mrs. Song pushed the radish into her hand, and before she could leave, Yaya called someone from below.

“Grandma, the fishing rod is running away and I can’t catch it.”

Baiyun Xi came back to her senses and immediately ran down the river, feeling extremely regretful. I blame her for not thinking well enough to throw the child by the river.

 Fortunately, the girl is sensible, otherwise she would regret it.

This is the disadvantage of a single woman, let alone taking care of children, she can’t even have **** with Yaya.

Running to take the fishing rod from Yaya's hand, she flicked it hard, and another fish with glowing blue scales was patted on the grass by her.

 “Oh, my God, it’s really a fish.”

Out of curiosity, Mrs. Song Wang also came down. When she saw the carp weighing half a kilogram somersaulting on the grass, her eyes widened.

Baiyunxi unhooked the fish, pulled some water plants to string the fish together, fished out another fish from the bucket, strung it together and handed it to Song Wang.

“Take it home and make fish soup for your Erlang. I heard that eating more fish is smart.”

 This Song Wang family frequently expressed goodwill to her and gave her two fish as a gift in return.

 “Eating fish is smart? Really?”

Song Wang looked at Baiyun Xi blankly and wiped her hands, wanting to pick it up but feeling embarrassed.

 “This is too valuable, I can’t accept it.”

　　‘Although fish tastes bad, it is still meat after all. The Bai family can’t even open the pot, so how can she have the nerve to take advantage? ’

Baiyunxi listened to her thoughts, pulled her to squat by the river, and collected the fish in three strokes.

“Here, prepare it like this. It’s not fishy or bitter at all. Fry it on both sides with lard and then stew it. The fish soup that comes out will be as white as milk. It’s very nourishing.”

 (End of this chapter)