"Learn more characters from Jinbao; you're an adult now, can't even write your own name, it'll be a joke if word gets out." Liu Ji said, taking the chance to educate while blowing the ink dry on the letter.
Seeing Liu Fei stunned and deceived, the little person in his heart laughed hysterically, but outwardly he continued to speak seriously:
"Your third brother has already passed the preliminary exam. Although our two families are separate, who in the village doesn't see us as one family? In the future, we can also be considered a literary family; not being able to write is a disgrace."
Liu Fei let out a slightly ashamed "oh," but felt his third brother's words were somewhat strange.
Can they be considered a literary family?
Do they qualify?
Forget it, it's best not to question the affairs of scholars to avoid exposing his own ignorance as a rustic.
A drizzle of spring rain fell.
Covering the entire Liu Family Village in a hazy veil.
