The rise of the poor

Chapter 26
The journey was uneventful, and when we got home, it was just before dinner time. Mother Chen was waiting anxiously at the gate. Seeing that she was riding a scalper, she calmed her mother's worries.

During the dinner, only the aunt asked Zhu Pingjun about Zhu Pingjun's private school, what Jun'er did well in the private school, did the master praise you, what did you learn in the private school, etc.Zhu Pingjun didn't let her down either, and they bragged together, why did I perform well in the private school, I got along well with my classmates, and the master praised me because I studied hard and worked hard. Words, recognized four words, not too simple and the like.

Every time Zhu Pingjun said something, the aunt's eyebrows fluttered happily.

Zhu Ping'an, who was eating pancakes with pickled pickles, was speechless. I wonder how my aunt would feel if she found out that Brother Jun slept on the table on the first day of school and drooled. Of course, he wouldn't be a bad guy this thing.The Master has already punished Brother Jun. If Brother Jun can correct his mistakes, the Master has given enough lessons.If Brother Jun is stubborn, it will be useless to say more, and the aunt and the others will think that they are jealous of Brother Jun.

The pickled vegetables at home are all pickled by my grandmother. I have to say that although my grandmother is biased, the pickled vegetables are a must.

Radish strips, cucumber strips, such as jade and delicate, delicious color, sweet and sour, crisp, mellow and refreshing, unique and mouth-watering flavor.

After so many days, this dish of pickles, it accompanied Zhu Ping'an to eat and porridge, if it is lacking, the food will not be fragrant.

"It's better to watch She'er eat deliciously." The third aunt couldn't help but praise Zhu Ping'an when he saw Zhu Ping's eating and drinking porridge.

"So, it's right for me to let She'er herd the cattle." The eldest aunt was praising Zhu Pingjun for being in high spirits. After being interrupted by the third aunt, she looked unhappy. How can the children of the second brother's family compare with their own children? He just ran cows in the soil to shave food, but his children wanted to study and become champions.

Mother Chen's face was unhappy, but she didn't have a good attack. Grandmother was staring at him, so she had to take out Father Zhu's anger.

Not to mention what everyone did after dinner, only that Zhu Pingan acted like a thief after eating, took scissors to the cowshed, and walked away happily with a handful of yellow oxtail hairs in his hands. come out.

Putting the scissors back in place, Zhu Ping'an intercepted a section of bamboo the thickness of a finger, and pouted his butt in the water to stuff the oxtail hair into the bamboo pole.

It's a tough job. The oxtail hair is stuffed in, but I don't know what to use to hold it in place. When I touch it, it either falls off or shrinks into the bamboo pole.

"She'er stop playing with the water, the water is cold at night, go back to the room early to rest." After walking around in the yard, the grandmother saw Zhu Ping'an playing with bamboo in the water basin, and thought he was just playing.

"Understood, grandmother." Zhu Ping'an agreed.

The grandmother urged again and went back to the room by herself.

Zhu's father followed the sound, and when he saw his younger son playing with his buttocks, he couldn't help walking forward, holding one arm against his shoulders, riding a big horse just like his father teased his son when he was a child.

Zhu Ping'an was pressing the ox's tail hair, and when he was hugged and resisted by Zhu's father, he suddenly flew up and almost scared his soul away.

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an was holding a bamboo pole and oxtail hair, Father Zhu couldn't help but curiously asked the reason. When he knew that Zhu Ping'an wanted to make a writing brush, he was both guilty and funny.I feel guilty for not being able to teach my son to study. The funny thing is that this stupid boy still wants to make his own writing brush, which is what the writing brush does.If you don't have the ability to teach your son to study, then make a writing brush for him to play with.

After making up his mind, Zhu's father offered to make a writing brush for Zhu Ping'an.

Zhu Ping'an raised his little face and looked at his father Zhu, a little disbelieving. Father Zhu had never read, so how could he make a writing brush.

"Your eldest uncle studied when he was a child, and the cost of writing brushes. I often went to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop to buy pens and ink for your uncle. Save some money at home, but your uncle is a little older, so you don't need the brush I made. But over the years, my craftsmanship has not fallen." Father Zhu seems to be thinking about his childhood, and he is a little embarrassed.

In this era of the Ming Dynasty, there were only two meals, the morning meal and the feeding.

Zhu Ping'an went to herd the cows again after eating the morning meal.

"Hey, why do I look at our cattle, it's a little weird there." When Zhu Ping'an rode the old cattle out, the little aunt frowned and muttered to herself.

A pinch of the ox's tail was cut off, no wonder.

Hearing the words, Zhu Ping'an hurriedly guided the old scalper and stepped out the door.If the little aunt saw that she had cut off the ox's tail, she didn't know what else would happen.

Going to herd cattle today, in addition to yesterday's things, Zhu Ping'an also brought a small bamboo basket with a narrow top and a thick bottom, a brush and a black-painted A4-sized wooden board. This wooden board was found in the kitchen room. It may have been a component of some furniture in the past. After the furniture was broken and rebuilt, the wooden board was useless and was thrown into the woodshed to be used as firewood.

Brushes and wooden boards are used to practice calligraphy. Bamboo tubes are used to hold some river water, and the brushes can be dipped in water to practice calligraphy on black lacquered wooden boards in a short period of time. It can be recycled indefinitely and saves ink and paper.

That small bamboo basket with a narrow top and a thick bottom is used for fishing. Last night, he was pestering Zhu's father to tell a story about the fishing method.

It was still early, the sun was just right, neither sun nor hot, Zhu Ping'an rode a scalper to the school.Niu's hooves crossed the single-plank bridge and came to the hillside, the grass was still there, and the Loli of yesterday was gone.

Zhu Ping'an hit a bamboo tube by the river now, and then led the old cattle to the half-waisted bamboo forest on the hillside. He replaced the old cattle with a tree and tied it to a tree so that it could eat fresh tender grass, or it could be eaten by cattle yesterday. The pasture has the opportunity to recuperate.

Bring your own rubbing equipment, walk through the bamboo forest, and come to the outside of the school again, find an inconspicuous corner, and sit down to rub the lesson.

The time is just right. The children's morning reading has just ended. After the master has asked a few children, he is about to start a new day of teaching.

(End of this chapter)