Nowadays, many families’ sons seem to be picked up, and according to later generations, they are given away as a gift when they top up their phone bills.
Apart from the most natural idea of passing on the family line from ancient times to the present, poor families give birth to sons so that the family can always have enough young labor force and be able to take care of the elderly; rich families give birth to sons so that they can pass on the family business and always have someone to bring honor to the family... Therefore, when a son sees his father, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, and when a father sees his son, he also looks ferocious.
Therefore, in this era, Zhu Er's situation as a son is already very good. Although Zhu Jing was quite strict with him, at least he did not scold him all day long. Even though he strategically gave up this son before the Northern Expedition, he still handed the family over to him. Even when Zhu Er wanted to marry Zhu Ying to Lu Sanlang, after coming back and scolding him once, he never beat him three times a day. At most, he would often scold him in comparison with his brother Zhu Tingfang.
At this time, in the Outer City Public School, in front of Zhang Shou, there was a poor child with a tearful face, claiming that he could no longer go to school. Next to him, there were two other peers who were also dejected, with tears in their eyes. In comparison, these three sons were the most pitiful.
All three of them were from the intermediate class and knew a little reading and writing before entering the public school - of course, they knew more about recognizing words and could stutter out part of the Three Character Classic, but apart from their own names and their parents' names, they could only write about a hundred words.
Although Zhang Shou didn't know them originally, he remembered that the students who usually substituted for the class at Jiuzhang Hall said that even the students in the intermediate class were almost all very ordinary in terms of qualifications. When they were selected from the applicants, they were just picking the tallest among the short ones. After all, being able to read and write was good enough. Therefore, it was certain that the three of them were not the kind of people who would turn into dragons when they encountered storms.
Zhang Shou also knew that in the intermediate class, even if most people studied diligently, took classes once every seven days, and spent several years in the intermediate class, when they finally graduated they would be able to perform the four arithmetic operations skillfully, be able to read those notices and official documents skillfully, and the best among them might be able to practice fairly neat calligraphy and write fairly fluent articles, but this was already the limit.
In fact, many graduates from ordinary universities in later generations who work as ordinary clerks actually only have similar skills, except that they are proficient in calligraphy and use computers and office software, and that's all.
However, even if the students in the intermediate class could never become officials in their lifetime, it was not a reason for him to calmly accept the three people dropping out of school. At this moment, seeing that the child who was crying the most had a big face, he glanced at the fourth prince who came with the three people, and then handed him a handkerchief as he had done in the past to comfort the naughty child.
"Okay, stop crying, talk slowly, and wipe your face first."
This was just a very ordinary consolation, however, the child, who was about ten years old, took the handkerchief handed over by Zhang Shou in a daze, looked down at it for a long time, and finally returned it with a face full of panic, stammering, not knowing what to say. Fortunately, the other two children behind him were slightly older than him, and one of them explained for him.