In the lobby, all the elders had a bad look on their faces, and they all reprimanded Chen Youniao's father, Chen Mudao, for his prodigal behavior.

Uncle Eighth said fairly: "Chen Youniao, last time you said you wanted to study, I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible and stop having such wishful thinking."

Chen Youniao took a breath and said, "Eighth uncle, the clan school will not accept me, so I have already found another teacher."

The eighth uncle said calmly: "How many years old are the children studying in private schools? Do you really have the shame to study?"

Chen Youniao shook his head: "I didn't go to a private school, but to the Different Living Cottage. Haha, I happened to be classmates with Shan Ben and Shan Yuan."

When I came in, all I saw was indifference, all I heard were scoldings, and I was already suffocating. Although my father was indeed unreliable, over the years, for the sake of his son's future in Laoshan Dojo, he had protected him.

His heart is not bad at all. No matter what, Chen Youniao doesn't want others to wantonly criticize his father.

"You became Master Meng's disciple?"

The eighth uncle was stunned for a while. Apparently he had not heard the news and was surprised. The other elders were also surprised.

Meng Beiliu had a good reputation and was a famous strict teacher. When the Chen Shanben brothers were able to get started, everyone in the Chen family was very excited. They held a big banquet to celebrate and became more confident about the two brothers' success. Why were they so silent?

During this time, Chen Youniao also entered the different Liucaotang to study?

"You are lying!"

My eighth uncle didn't believe it.

Chen Youniao spread his hands and said, "If you don't believe it, you can go ask the rare book Shanyuan. Well, since the clan has decided to expel our father and son from the direct lineage, I have nothing to say."

With that said, he cupped his hands and turned to leave.

When they got outside, Uncle Wang hurriedly came up and asked, "Master, how was the conversation?"

Chen Youniao said: "The elders say that the clan does not support idle people or useless people, so let's leave it like that."

Uncle Wang was anxious: "Master, you are not a useless person. You can draw talismans. Didn't you tell me that?"

"After all, I haven't been able to become a formal Taoist priest. There's nothing to say. Let's go."

Chen Youniao originally planned to wait until he successfully transformed into Qi, took the Dudu status, and then became proud of the clan, but he missed the last step and failed to pierce the last layer of paper. And the people in the clan were already impatient to expel their father and son.

Direct lineage, what else is there to say?

In the lobby, several elders looked at each other, still digesting the information that Chen Youniao had entered a different thatched cottage to study.

This matter cannot be false. Brother Chen Shanben is there. He is a witness. You will know if you ask.

But why didn't their brothers let out a single word?

The leader of the clan, Chen Sangong, looked to his right: "Lao Wu, the rare book came back and didn't mention this to you?"

The fifth child was Chen Shanben's grandfather. He shook his head and said: "No... Actually, there is nothing to say about this matter. Although I don't know what means Chen Youniao used to worship Master Meng as his teacher, it can't prove anything.

He has only studied elementary school for two or three years, and he is not good at writing, let alone a scholar. He is a white man."

His two grandsons have been known as child prodigies since they were young. They are known as the "seeds of reading" and have enjoyed great glory in the clan. Now that Chen Youniao suddenly appeared, the two brothers Chen Shanben felt uncomfortable.

The feeling of being robbed made me subconsciously feel wary, and it was impossible to help Chen Youniao publicize this matter.

"good."

The eighth uncle quickly agreed: "Master Meng has a very strange character. Perhaps it was by chance that he accepted Chen Youniao as his disciple. There are not many students in Liucaotang."

Chen Sangong pondered for a moment and said slowly: "He must have some merits in being favored by Master Meng."

The eighth uncle said fairly: "Head, he is eighteen or nineteen years old. He has failed to learn Taoism, and he wants to come to study. It is totally unreasonable. If we don't expel the father and son from the direct lineage as soon as possible, the Song family will definitely come to collect debts. I

Put it this way, I will never agree to help them pay back this sum of five or six thousand taels of silver."

"That's right, why should the clan keep it secret?"

"It's true that Chen Mudao has ruined his family fortune, accomplished nothing, and even ran away with the wild monk. He still wants us to wipe his ass, no way!"

"Who knows if he has more debts outside? If there is one, there will be a second and third time."

"Isn't that right? For the sake of our fellow clansmen, we have set aside the debts within the clan and no longer care about them. As for the external debts, they have to bear them themselves no matter what. The clan is not a charity.

Feeding useless people.”

The public sentiment was raging, and it was all opposition.

Chen Sangong sighed, he had nothing to say.

In fact, the real value of Chen Mudao's debts within the clan, and the mortgaged properties and houses, etc., greatly exceeded the debts. Every house and every family was smart, so how could they engage in loss-making business? This is also a normal market situation. The only reason to blame is

It is strange that Chen Mudao is so ambitious and not down-to-earth that he wants his son to enter the path of immortality.

The road to spiritual cultivation requires not only talent and talent, but also a large amount of financial support. Once cultivation fails, all the expenses will be in vain.

The eighth uncle said again: "I have already informed the Song family about expelling Chen Mudao and his son from the direct lineage. Every injustice has its owner, and every debtor has its owner. If they want to collect debts, they go to Chen Youniao, which has nothing to do with us. When the time comes, they will worship their ancestors."

On the big day, representatives of the Song family were also present to witness it with their own eyes."

Chen Sanggong said: "That's it."

…

When he returned to the house, Uncle Wang was full of worries. The fact that he was expelled from his direct lineage family tree was irreversible. How would he live in the future?

No matter what kind of clan, direct line, collateral line, or more distant outside lineage, the status and status of the three are very different and cannot be compared with each other. If he loses his status as a direct line, Chen Youniao will make his own money every month.

It is gone. Although the money is not much, it is a guarantee at least. The house I currently live in will also be repossessed. If I have no place to live, I will have to rent a house, which is another huge expense.

However, Chen Youniao acted as if nothing was wrong. He even asked Wangcai to go out and buy three kilograms of braised pork for dinner. His appetite was as good as ever.

Huamei ate very little, just a little bit of rice and a piece of green vegetable, looking like she didn't know what to eat.

Chen Youniao asked: "Huamei, don't you like eating these?"

The girl shook her head: "I'm not used to it."

Chen Youniao looked at the five or six plates of dishes, including meat, vegetables, and soup. Uncle Wang's cooking skills were also at a certain level, and they were all delicious and delicious. This kind of food was definitely at the level of a middle-to-upper-class family. Eat it all.

I'm not used to it. Could it be that Huamei comes from a wealthy family and is well-dressed and well-fed every day?

How can it be?

After dinner, I turned on the lamp in the room and saw Huamei coming in again. She shouted: "Brother, write a poem."

Without any fuss, I rolled up my sleeves, picked up things, and started sharpening my ink.

Chen Youniao couldn't help but ask: "Huamei, do you like poetry?"

Huamei answered the question incorrectly: "Brother, I'm hungry."

Chen Youniao couldn't help but bulge his eyes. He was hungry and couldn't eat, but he came to ask me to write poems. Sure enough, there was something wrong with his brain... Or was this the legendary spiritual food?

After thinking seriously for a while, I picked up the pen and wrote the first seven poems. During the outline, I was emotionally involved and consumed three literary skills.
Chapter completed!