It’s Hard to Become an Official

As soon she said that, the surrounding people sighed.

Lin Xiaoyue didn't care, she continued, "Xiaozhi is smart, but fifth uncle depleted the family's savings. No matter how hard my parents work to earn money, he won't be able to go to school."

"Hey, we're all family. What's the difference? If your fifth uncle is successful, won't he also help you and your brother?" Lin Dachui said.

Lin Xiaoyue immediately looked at Lin Yuanshan mockingly.

Then, she looked at Lin Dachui.

"Don't you know that gandma gives him six taels of silver every month, and this doesn't include the money for the ink, paper, and inkstone. The other scholars in our village only spend one tael of silver every month."

Lin Yuanshan's face instantly turned pale, and he clenched his fists.

Seeing that Lin Dachui was looking at him, he hurriedly whispered that he would explain it to him later.

Lin Dachui believed him just like Old Lady Lin did.