"Shut up..." Jiang Pan glared at Li Bai and said in a deep voice: "My An'er is here to recite poems and write a couple. Have you eaten your rice or drink your water?"

"You don't understand the lives of our poor families at all. How can we support our families if we don't do this? An'er is my son. He has such talent. Why can't I let him use it to make money?"

Jiang Pan looked at Li Bai coldly and snorted in a deep voice: "Do you think everyone has a wealthy life like you, don't you have to worry about eating and drinking?"

"We also want to eat and drink, with old people above and young people below. My Aner went out to write a few poems, which offended you? Why do you like to meddle in other people's business?"

"Please get away and don't disturb us from doing business here." Jiang Pan said in a deep voice.

When Li Bai heard this, he shook his head. He felt sad for the child when he was born in such a family.

Born to be a genius, this should be something worth celebrating, but who doesn’t feel heartbroken when encountering such a father who squanders his children’s talents?

In this year when I should study, it is undoubtedly a tool to make money on the street to ruin the future of children.

Li Bai said: "I'll tell you like this! The child belongs to you, but I hope the child can take a break and don't squeeze the child like this again."

"Just tell me the price! Let the child rest for an hour. How many poems can the child write? I will buy this time for him to rest at a normal price of ten minutes."

Li Bai's words made everyone onlookers secretly give Li Bai a thumbs up. This is a real scholar! It is not the kind of artful and elegant person who can make the show.

When Jiang Pan heard this, he was stunned at first, then turned around with a greedy look on his face and asked, "Take it serious?"

"That's right."

"Okay, my family is an amateur child prodigy. It's no problem to write ten poems in one hour. Just follow one ten poems and one or two taels of ten poems!"

Li Bai took a ingot of silver from the dynasty without saying a word.

Fengyin shines with a silver-white halo under the sunlight.

Looking at the two Fengyin, Jiang Pan's excited body trembled.

On weekdays, An'er only earned him about one or two taels of silver, but that was about a dozen poems that Jiang An spent a day racking his brains to think about.

When they encounter some bullies and bandits who force their poems, they dare not collect money.

Now a sucker comes here to spend a tael of silver to allow Jiang An to rest. Why don’t Jiang Pan do it?

Li Bai walked to Jiang An and watched Jiang An sitting on the stool. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gave Li Bai a grateful smile.

Li Bai's heart softened at this moment.

What a pity for these children! Looking at Jiang An, Li Bai couldn't help but think of the hundreds of Loulan children in Chang'an City, and he didn't know how they were now.

Jiang An said in a tender voice: "Thank you, uncle, Jiang An."

Li Bai said: "You're welcome, you are so arrogant. Have you ever thought about studying with Master?"

"An'er was only in the village and studied with the scholar for half a year. My father... asked me to leave home and come out of the street to write poetry."

"Dad said that the things I learned from the scholar are all used by poor people, and they are not good for me."

"He said that going out to the street can make money to support his family, practice writing, and increase his experience."

"Actually, after going out with my father, our family's life has indeed undergone earth-shaking changes. In the past, we had a meal of crumbs, but now we can eat white rice."

"I think this is good, at least my father doesn't have to be so tired..."

"What about your mother?" Li Bai asked in confusion.

"Mom... When I was still young, I despised my family for being poor and my father was lazy. Finally... I left the house, and I don't know where I have gone now. I still have no fate to meet in this life."

Listening to Jiang An's experience, Li Bai felt a vague resonance.

His parents have divorced since childhood, and neither of them wants to raise him.

My father was even worse than a pig or a dog. Not only did he abandon him, but he didn't even want his grandmother and grandpa.

Grandpa died when he was eight years old. At the funeral, only he, grandma, and enthusiastic villagers helped.

When grandma died, Li Bai was in college. He rushed back to meet for the last time, and grandma left with relief.

At that funeral, the enthusiastic villagers were still alone with him, and his father... was like a passerby and never came back.

Li Bai called him and begged him, but... the other party responded coldly like a passerby, and it was nothing to do with him.

Thinking of Jiang An’s experience now, my father was a lazy and greedy person. My mother abandoned her family and left the other side.

How can this child be educated when he grows up in such an environment? Innate intelligence is important, but it also does not lack acquired efforts.

With Jiang Pan, what Jiang An has to do every day is to overdraw and use his own brain circuit. No matter how talented he is, he will have a day of squandering.

As the saying goes, learning is endless, which means that people need to learn endlessly, so that they can increase their knowledge and wisdom and not be self-confidenced.

Li Bai couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when he looked at Jiang An's hopeful and lonely expression.

Li Bai asked: "Do you feel the joy of learning when you study with the scholar?"

When Jiang An heard this, he was silent for a long time and shook his head and said, "It's not happy. The scholar needs his father to go up the mountain to catch hares and pheasants every day, so he taught me how to read."

"And father... in order to save trouble, he often steals people, chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep in nearby villages..."

Alas! Every family has a difficult sutra to recite, but Jiang Pan is too dissatisfied.

If you don’t be a role model for a good father, you will do something stealing. If you learn it by your child, will that be okay?

Jiang Pan came over and heard Jiang An say this, and immediately glared at Jiang An and snorted, "An'er, what are you saying? Why do you tell others everything?"

Jiang An was a little panicked and dared not look at Jiang Pan.

Jiang Pan glanced at Li Bai and said, "One hour is coming soon. Should I buy another hour?"

Li Bai heard this, "It's still early, and just two minutes have passed."

"Hmph! It's fifty minutes since my time has passed, and it's only an hour soon."

"Huh?" Li Bai frowned and said in a deep voice: "Are you not afraid of affecting your child's future if you suppress your child so unlimitedly?"

"Does it have anything to do with you? You have to value my An'er so much, hehe... Actually, it can be like this..."

"How is it?" Li Bai frowned, feeling vaguely that what Jiang Pan was going to say next might not be wonderful.

Jiang Pan smiled and said, "You should have seen An'er's genius figure, right? She wrote at the age of five or six, and recited poems at the age of six or seven..."

"A such a genius can't be found even if he lights a lantern."

"So...if you fall in love with my An'er's talent, it's better to...sell your child to you..."

"Sell it to you...sell it to you..."
Chapter completed!