Poor family mother and son

Since Huang Zhong asked, Mr. Xie would naturally answer: "Yes, I am someone who can't even light a lamp;

My family has been a single generation for several generations and I have no relatives. When I come here, my parents are gone and I can’t count on any relatives;

The village could still take care of me at the beginning, but they couldn't take care of every meal I had. Sometimes I had one meal a day, and sometimes I had one meal every two days. If I couldn't even eat, why should I light lamp oil?
It's not that the village doesn't want to take care of me, but everyone is poor, a half-grown boy, and a poor man. Who can afford to feed a half-grown child?
And I didn't want to look at other people's faces just for a meal, so I left the village and wanted to find a job in the county town, but as a ten-year-old child, no one introduced me, and no one wanted me to even be an apprentice;

Later, I followed a monk. He was a down-and-out scholar, his parents were dead, and he could barely make ends meet with the little money the villagers gave him tax-free from the land they put in his name.

Because he failed to pass the examination, the businessman who originally supported him and planned to marry his daughter to him after he passed the examination canceled his daughter's marriage to him;
He became like me, he had no parents or relatives, but fortunately he had a reputation as a scholar and could earn some income, which was not enough to maintain his studies, but at least he could eat. Seeing how pitiful I was, he took me in;
In order not to eat his food in vain, I learned to do things and helped him with laundry and cooking. He saw that I was honest and taught me how to read and write;

As time went by, we became like family members. I advised him that since he is knowledgeable, why not find something to do and why should he always be immersed in frustration?

He said that he had no knowledge. If he had any knowledge, how could he fail the exam?He also knows nothing except reading, but he can’t pass the exam;

However, he saw that I also loved reading, so he taught me how to read. He said that if he could teach me how to read, he would be able to accomplish one thing in his life;

But I thought, I can learn to do those housework. As long as I am willing to learn, I can learn anything. Why can't he be so big?
So I took him to the mountains to chop wood, cut rosin to make candles, and then read together. We spent seven years together like this. "

Perhaps because he was lost in memories, an erratic smile appeared on Mr. Xie's face: "But he can only sit and can't lift the machete at all;

He was only ten years older than me, but his body was extremely weak and getting weaker and weaker, and eventually he was so weak that he couldn't even lift a teacup;

Later I learned that there are people who really have no power to restrain a chicken... It is a strange disease, and the doctor can't figure out why;

He was afraid that he would not live long, so he moved me to his household registration and became his younger brother, so that I could still live after he died;
One time, we went to cut rosin again, and he could no longer walk very well. I was the one who carried him up the mountain, and he sat on the stone and watched me work;

He suddenly said that day: The sky should be covered with the ground as a bed, pine oil boils wax and he is busy studying, if he fails the exam, he will be helpless without a candle, and there will be no bride;

From then on, his body became weaker and weaker, and finally he couldn't even breathe..."

Mr. Xie took another sip of wine, calmed down his emotions, and motioned for everyone to drink and eat: "Okay, the story is over, everyone has his own destiny, so don't be sad too;

By the way, my old lady fell in love with me at that time, because when the scholar was in motion, I followed him, and when he couldn't move, I still followed him. It was not until the scholar passed away that I borrowed the money to give him a grand burial. "

At this point, Mr. Xie suddenly smiled: "Hey, the money was borrowed from my old lady's family...

I copied books in exchange for money. I would pay it back after saving one tael of silver, and then pay it back after saving another one tael. When I was still short of two taels of silver, my father-in-law suddenly stopped asking me to pay him back..."

At this point, everyone was stunned: "Why?"

Two taels of silver was quite a lot, and that was decades ago.

But everyone reacted immediately and started laughing.

Huang Zhong also understood: "I want you to never finish it and pledge yourself to me?"

When the word "physical commitment" is applied to men, it becomes humorous, and everyone laughs harder.

"Yes, I pledged myself to you." Mr. Xie also smiled: "My life is better than my brother's. I got a wife first, and then I was admitted to be a scholar, and then I was admitted to the exam. I can also afford lamp oil based on my ability." , I can afford candles, it’s all with the help of my godbrother and father-in-law; but..."

Mr. Xie lit the candles and kerosene lamps on the table and said, "Our Wushu Village is unusual. We have lit soybean oil as lamp oil early!"

These words immediately started everyone's conversation.

Because Chu Qing produced soybean oil, not only did the villagers have a place to work and earn money, but they also saved money on lamp oil. Just scooping two spoons of soybean oil can be used for a long time.

From the beginning, the brakes couldn't be stopped, and the conversation became more relaxed again, with everyone talking about how good Chu Qing was.

Smelting iron, pressing oil, and burning bricks made everyone in the village rich, and Xiaobao was so proud that he said, "My mother is amazing."

Xiaobao is really proud because he never thought that learning could be so useful before.

Children always only focus on their own feelings and find it difficult to understand their parents' painstaking efforts.

They often find their parents' supervision and teachings verbose, troublesome, and put them in a bad mood, but they rarely think about why their parents pay so much attention to their studies.

They never imagined what effect the knowledge they learned would have.

Now Xiaobao knows that the knowledge his mother used to create these things has basically not exceeded the high school level.

On the night of Mid-Autumn, while others were admiring the moon, the Chu family was eating and chatting, but no one was admiring the bright moon.

By the time dinner was over, it was almost Hai hour.

Chu Qing took Huang Zhong to live in his own house and did not allow him to return to the workers' house where the Chu boys lived. He still lived with Huang Zhong in the same room as Xiaobao so that he could take care of him personally.

Huang Laosan had no objection this time. This was how he lived in Linyang County before. Besides, Chu Qing took care of Huang Zhong more thoughtfully than his own son.

But Huang Zhong held on to the kerosene lamp and refused to sleep: "Girl, the boss came home and said, not only did you create color printing, but you also boiled kerosene out of stone paint?
How do you print several colors at the same time?

How to boil stone paint to produce oil?
Why is the oil boiled out of stone paint not called petroleum? "

"Oh~" Chu Qing didn't know which question to answer, but he was very happy because Huang Zhong was not confused at all now.

"Dad, it took me eight and a half days to get back from Yong'an Mansion, I'm so tired!" Chu Qing coquettishly said, tempting Huang Zhong at the same time: "If you sleep well now, I will teach you printing tomorrow morning;
If you can learn how to boil stone paint before noon tomorrow, how about I teach you how to boil stone paint? "

What kind of person is Huang Zhong? If you want him to hold back his problems until the next day, it will make him uncomfortable to death!
But he felt bad that Chu Qing was tired from traveling a long way, so he had to compromise: "Okay, then at least answer one question, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Chu Qing: "I can't answer any of them. I have to show you everything to understand."

Huang Zhong: "Then tell me why the stuff boiled out of stone paint is not called petroleum?"

Wow wow wow wow, this is the hardest thing to answer!