Song Dajiang wasn't well educated. How could he understand these twists and turns? He simply believed that the county school was definitely better than the school in town. After some thought, he said, "Why don't you go to the county school next year?"
"How much money does a county school cost?" Song Dalin couldn't help but interrupt. "All these years, our family has suffered so much for Third Brother. Father, Mother, it's easy for you to ask him to take the exam again, but you have to consider our circumstances."
Song Jiayue, who had always been close to Song Maolin, agreed with him in her heart. She wondered when her dowry would be ready.
"Shut up." Song Dajiang threw down his chopsticks. He had always been the one to have the last word. How could he tolerate anyone disobeying him? "I'm not dead yet. You don't have the right to make decisions in this family."
