Chapter 17
Struggle in Ancient Times
Huang Hao thought carefully, he wanted to pull the red line.
Through this period of friendship, he found out his friend had no prejudice against the merchant and was much better than other people. Well, it was a pity to miss such a good candidate.
So, along the way, he kept talking about his uncle, âActually, let me tell you. My family used to be very poor. And my uncle ran out to do business with others, he came back four years later with large amount of money. Then he started his own business, you know the Zhiyue Restaurant, itâs my uncleâs property. Itâs a pity, a person as good as my uncle, he only has one child; a ger.â
A ger was unique existence in this world. They looked like a man but had little red dote on their foreheads. They could get pregnant like women, although their status wasnât very high but it was fine.
There were some shuangers in the village, those who were poor would marry a ger. After all, they were more capable than women and could help in the fields. So, they were quite popular in the countryside.
âYour uncle is the boss Huang? I heard many people talk about him. Why does he only have one child? Didnât he have many wives and concubines?â Liao Tingyu felt a little confused and asked strangely.
For Huang Hao, it was actually normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. There was nothing wrong with his uncle behaviour. Anyway, he didnât care about Liao Tingyuâs opinion; everyone had their own idea.@@novelbin@@
âI donât know why. But my uncle canât have a second child. My uncle keeps offering incense every day but he still didnât have it.â Huang Hao also knew his uncleâs behaviour and said disapprovingly,
âA monk said it was because my cousin who was a ger, so my uncle couldnât have heir.â
âHow could they blame a shuanger? Isnât this monk too much?â Liao Tingyu disagreed powerfully.
âThe monk said it. Itâs okay, my uncle didnât care about it. He is weird, every time I go to his house; he always grabs me. Donât think about it.â
âWhy would I think about it?â Liao Tingyu wouldnât admit he just imagined the situation Huang Hao suffered and nodded calmly to change the subject, âWhere are you going? Go to your room to study?â
âWhat else can I do? Iâm not like you, your writing was better than those Juren. Itâs just your poetry which was worrying. No wonder the teacher talks about you every day. As the saying goes, no one is perfect and one gold is never enough.â Huang Hao wanted to laugh when he thought of Liao Tingyuâs miserable days in the school back then.
âI really canât do anything about it. You need a real talent for poetry, my brain is suitable for doing rough works. You want me to write a poetry about autumn and spring, I really canât do it.â Liao Tingyu was very helpless, he didnât have the muscle for poetry.
âAre you still going to take the next exam?â Huang Hao ate a chestnut cake in one bite.
âMaybe, I think I still have the strength to do it.â Liao Tingyu said confidently.
âYou have the strength. But itâs a pity, I could only spend life in my cramped study. People have the will but not enough strength!â If he didnât eat while he spoke, he might have the momentum. Liao Tingyu tilted his head and looked at his silly friend.
âYou are not afraid being choked. Eat a cake and raise your head just like a goose.â
âNot afraid. I have developed the skill.â Huang Hao muttered and was caught choking before he finished speaking.
Liao Tingyu looked at this person who slapped his face in instant. He really couldnât escape the fate.