"The family is hungry and full, and of course there is no such condition to send the children to study." Speaking of this, Shen Ci still had a deep understanding.

When he was a child, his family was poor, and there was no spare money for him to study. Probably in order to find a way to survive, his parents sent him to the master's house and wanted him to learn a craft.

The master's craftsmanship was learned from the chefs in the former Qing Palace, and his temper was naturally similar to those of the old antiques. Having no children and no daughters for most of his life, when he was getting old, he remembered that he had no one to inherit his skills, so he thought about accepting an apprentice.

Said to be a teacher, in fact, is no different from adoption.

He followed the master at the age of five, and spent three years washing and picking vegetables. He didn't officially learn to cut vegetables until he was eight years old.

The master has a bad temper, and he is not seen to be lazy. In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, he even let him dip his hands in the cold well water to wash things. When he was in a bad mood, he even took out the firewood and smoked it on his back!

How could anyone else be willing to let their children suffer like this? If it weren't for the fact that the family couldn't get through, his parents wouldn't be so cruel.

Slowly, the days passed, and the master was getting older and older, but Shen Ci's craftsmanship became more and more exquisite, and he was well-known in the circle.

Later, the Shen family got the opportunity to make a fortune and became a family of celebrities in the capital in one fell swoop. I don't know if it was because of his parents' conscience, or because he was in a high position and had to pay attention to his reputation?

In short, his parents came to the master in person again, wanting him to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan.

Shen Ci is pure filial piety, and treats his master with respect for decades. How can he agree? It was not until three years after the master left that he returned to the Shen family unhurriedly.

Recalling the hard work in the past, Xu was blown by the wind, and Shen Ci's eyes were slightly red.

Decades have passed since he studied art at the master's house, and he has never forgotten it!

Among them, one thing is particularly clear:

When he was seven years old, he went out to buy vegetables alone. He passed by the newly built school in the town. Hearing the clear and neat sound of reading books, he suddenly stopped and listened to the iron railing for a long time.

What he thought at that time, he can't remember now, only remember the feeling of longing and anticipation.

Bai Qi continued: "Besides nostalgia, there are many children who can't study in the surrounding dozens of miles! Build a school so that they can all come here to concentrate on their studies."

Shen Ci looked at the open space in front of him, and suddenly smiled: "If you can let the children here study, they will thank you in the future."

"Just help, don't be grateful."

Shen Ci said again: "I have experienced hard study in the cold window, as long as there are one or two outstanding people, I can still come back to see Gu Huaixiang with nostalgia, and the future here is promising!"

"Hmph, that's weird!" An untimely voice suddenly interjected.

Bai Qi and Shen Ci looked at Li Beizhi, looking at his stinky expression with his hips on his back, and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said, it's so good outside, and when they grow up, they won't come back to nostalgia!" Li Beizhi's eyes rolled, "Besides, getting ahead? In today's society, where do you go without relying on relationships? If you don't have anything, you want to make a breakthrough, how can it be so easy?"

Bai Qi smiled: "Maybe, other people's future achievements are higher than yours? You, the rich third generation, don't talk much."

"You also know that I am a rich third generation! Hmph, Han Chuang has been studying hard for ten years, and he wants to surpass the efforts of our generations? It's a dream!"