Chapter 884: Scumbag Brother and Deadbeat Dad, Stay Far Away (30)

Chapter 884: Chapter 884: Scumbag Brother and Deadbeat Dad, Stay Far Away (30)

She had no intention of coming out; she ate while reading, and she read extremely fast, instantly committing what she saw to memory.

Jiao Rongchang did have a lot of books, but finishing them in one day wasn’t a problem, since she read a page at a glance.

By the time the sun was about to set, Qiann Yan finally finished reading all of Jiao Rongchang’s books.

She walked out of the study, her eyes slightly sore. Fortunately, she regularly practiced martial arts and was in good shape; after resting a bit, she felt fine.

When Jiao Rongchang learned that she had finished, he showed no surprise. Instead, he smiled, even gave her some pastries, and asked her about those punctuation marks.

Qiann Yan said someone had taught her, but as for that person’s name, she didn’t know.

In fact, she did know, but the appearance of punctuation wasn’t the work of just one person, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to name anyone here.

Jiao Rongchang said he wanted to use these punctuation marks as well; Qiann Yan naturally didn’t stop him. Back then, the people who created punctuation did it because it was hard to break sentences in articles, everything was crammed together and hard to read, so they invented it to solve people’s reading difficulties.

Jiao Rongchang was extremely excited and called that person noble and selfless. Since he didn’t know their name, he decided to address them as Mr. Fuh.

Later, when he spread the use of punctuation, he also spread the fame of the mysterious "Mr. Fuh," who had never once appeared in public.

"In the future, whenever I get new books, Miss Meng can come and read them anytime," Jiao Rongchang said.

Qiann Yan said, "That’s exactly what I need. Then I’ll be troubling you, Mr. Jiao."

Qiann Yan bought brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, then finally got on the ox cart, which Yaan Huai drove back home.

"Tomorrow don’t go anywhere. Stay home and digest what you learned today first; we’ll have class the day after tomorrow. Take these brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones home and practice on your own."

Yaan Huai agreed, secretly vowing that at the county exam he would definitely take first place, and then Sir could take on more students, and maybe he’d even get to ride in a proper carriage.

Qiann Yan had no idea what Yaan Huai was thinking. Once Yaan Huai took first place in the exam, her own name would surely become famous. Before that, she had to clear out those two parasites at home.

Back in the village, Qiann Yan took out all the Silver in the house and tallied it up. Together with what she had earned today from selling medicinal herbs, it was already a considerable sum.

Early the next morning, Qiann Yan went to pay back the debts they had previously owed, including the portion Xu Yunniang had borrowed from her maiden family.

Xu Yunniang wasn’t in any condition to run around, so Qiann Yan had to go. Fortunately, she knew the way.

By the time she returned to the village, it was already afternoon. Qiann Yan even gave Mrs. Zhang and Xu Yunniang some pocket money, telling them to buy whatever they wanted. Neither of them had any objections to her managing the household; they truly hadn’t expected to get pocket money.

Meng Wengan saw this scene and was so furious his eyes turned red, but when he met Qiann Yan’s cold gaze, he didn’t dare say a word.

Qiann Yan found an opportunity to enter Meng Chongxi’s room and secretly unblocked the acupoints that had been sealed.

During supper, a noise suddenly came from Meng Chongxi’s room. Hearing a loud crash, everyone put down their bowls and ran inside, only to see Meng Chongxi, who had fallen to the floor, slowly climbing back up.

In that instant, Meng Wengan shouted excitedly, "Dad, are you better?"

Meng Wengan rushed to Meng Chongxi in two or three steps, hugged his leg, and burst into tears, crying so hard he was like a puddle of tears, his voice wretched as he said, "Dad, you’re finally better. If you didn’t get better, I really wouldn’t be able to go on living in this house."

Mrs. Zhang wanted to say, these days, given that you were injured, we haven’t made you do any work, and you’ve had food at every meal—how is that called not being able to go on living? She no longer had any hope for Meng Wengan.

This was pure selfish, ungrateful scum, a white-eyed wolf that could never be raised to be loyal.