The rise of the poor

Chapter 5 Furong tent warm
Mrs. Zhu was silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Everyone, there is really no money left at home for Jun Er to learn."

The aunt Wu wanted to fight, but the uncle pulled his hand under the table and gestured with his eyes, and the aunt nodded reluctantly.

Because Zhu Ping'an was short and short, he just saw the small movements under the uncle's desk, and he had a better understanding of the uncle.

Yes, uncle!The way to go to a private school in a neighboring village to study is no longer feasible. Isn’t there an uncle at home? Although the uncle did not pass the exam, he is also familiar with poetry and books, so he went to learn traditional Chinese characters.

"Then can I learn from Uncle Meng?" Zhu Pingan raised his face and stretched out his paws.

The uncle of the Zhu family didn't speak, and the aunt gave up. She told Zhu Ping'an and educated and criticized, "Xiao She, your uncle still needs to study books to prepare for the exam. He wants to read books for two days a day, how can he have time? Teach you to read and write. You can't afford to be blamed for delaying your uncle's examination of the top scholar!"

In short, the auntie looked disgusted!She looked very much like Wang Dazhui's mother-in-law.

"Let's wait for my uncle to pass the exam to be a scholar, and then I will enlighten you." Uncle Zhu's speech is much better than that of the aunt, but they all have the same meaning, reject it, one is blunt, the other is euphemistic, there is no difference.

Although I am young now, I did not rely on you to learn, I just found a reason to slowly reveal my knowledge.

If you wait for you to become a scholar, the daylily will be cold.If what I saw when I entered the door just now was luck, then it is estimated that the uncle will not be able to become a scholar in a short time.Although the white pillar of luck on the top of the uncle's head is stronger than the rest of the family, it is still white after all.Stepping into the sky, cyan is the official spirit.

Zhu Ping'an complained silently.

Although the food was not delicious, Zhu Ping'an still ate the pancakes in his hands and the porridge in the bowl in the spirit of saving, honor, waste and shame, and even licked the bowl a few times.Who makes himself barely considered a little fat paper?

Zhu Ping'an's good appetite is in stark contrast to Zhu Pingjun of the uncle's house who is picky.

"The second family, go and serve half a bowl of porridge for Xiao She." Although the old man is partial to the eldest and the youngest family, he is still very protective of his own children. Seeing Zhu Ping's eating like a meal, his face is also satisfied, for fear hungry child.

Whenever this time, the mother Chen Shi always looked salty and proud.

When dinner was about to end, someone called the door outside the gate, and a message came from the town, saying that the eldest grandfather's family was going to defect to his son who was doing business in the south. Come to pay homage to the ancestral graves and bid farewell to the ancestors.

There are three brothers and sisters in Mr. Zhu's family. Mr. Zhu is the youngest son, and there is a sister in the middle who married into the town. The eldest grandpa went to the town as an apprentice since he was a child, and moved to the town after he got married.

Although they are separated from each other, they can always see each other during festivals or fairs.

Now, when Mr. Zhu first heard that his eldest brother was going to move to the south, it would be difficult to see each other again.

After the old man left, Mrs. Zhu was worried about it, and followed closely with persuasion, and everyone dispersed one after another and went back to their own homes.

The news that the eldest grandfather's family is moving to the south does not have much impact on the family except for Mr. Zhu. After all, after the eldest grandfather's family moved to the town, although the relationship is good, it is not very close. There's just one less place to stay.

The Zhu Family Courtyard is somewhat similar to the Siheyuan in modern old Beijing, except that it is slightly wider and more complicated than the courtyard. It is divided into the main room and the wing rooms on both sides. As the living room, one is the bedroom where Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu rest, and the other is the residence of the uncle's family.There are one wing on each side, the east wing on the left is the residence of Zhu Ping'an's family, and the west wing on the right is half larger than the east wing, separated in the middle, and the third and fourth aunt's family live separately.In addition, there is a stove room and a firewood room on the side near the gate of the courtyard.

The moon is sparse, and the oil lamp in the house on the left is the size of a broad bean.Although the wing is not a family, but there is nothing valuable, but the room is clean and tidy by Chen's tidying up, and the household items are also arranged in an orderly manner.

Mother Chen was sitting at the table under the dim light to mend Zhu Ping's trousers, while his father was doing some simple carpentry work.

Biting off the thread, Mrs. Chen put the clothes in her hand beside Zhu Ping'an, "Try it to fit!"

"It fits, it definitely fits, what mother does will definitely fit. Mother, you are so kind." Zhu Ping'an grinned, as sweet as if he had smeared honey.My protest finally took effect, and I can finally stop wearing open-crotch pants in the future.

"Little bastards will be sweet, I owe you three in my last life!" The mother complained, but her kindness could not be covered.

"There's no need for light during the day, and you're busy at night."

The grandmother passed by the window and saw the lights in the east and west rooms. She couldn't help shouting a few words. All these daughters-in-law are really prodigal mothers. What a waste of oil. Grandson has learned.

"Oh, I know mother, so I put out the oil lamp." Father Zhu Shouyi replied immediately.

I still have other clothes that I haven't sewed up yet. My mother, Chen Shi, gave my father an angry look, but my father just giggled, which made my mother stare at my father in a fit of rage.

"Smile, you know smirk, your wife and children are bullied to death by your mother, and you can only smirk!" Mother Chen couldn't stand his father's soft look, so she went up to his arm and pinched it hard.

Zhu Shouyi is a sturdy farmer, and Chen's pinching it has no effect on him at all. He still smiles like a punch on cotton, which makes Chen's angry.

"It's really bad luck for my mother to marry you for eight lifetimes!" Chen Shi's angry finger poked hard on Zhu Shouyi's forehead.

"It took me eight lifetimes of virtue to marry such a good daughter-in-law as you."

Zhu Shouyi usually looks like a dull farmer, but his words are of a very high standard, which refreshes Zhu Ping'an's three views of this cheap father. The father, who turned out to be more dull than Guo Jing, also has a sweet side. Yes, otherwise, how could she marry such a good woman as her mother?

Chen's face turned red, she was not ashamed, and she was not afraid of bringing bad children!
Seeing the beauty under the lamp, especially the shy side of the savage Chen Shi, Zhu Shouyi was immediately stunned.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy." Zhu Ping'an let out a haha, pulling his elder brother, who was meticulously weaving bamboo baskets, to rest in the small bedroom separated by wooden planks in the wing.

Well, it's not suitable for children next.

(End of this chapter)