Mingshi

Chapter 4: Catching Birds
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"Ok!"

"Come down, go to the yard and practice again for Dad." Luo Ping stretched out his big hand, and lifted Luo Xin from the kang.

"Let go!" Luo Shi slapped Luo Ping angrily, hugged Luo Xin in his arms, and said with staring eyes: "Xin'er's illness is not cured yet, do you want to kill Xin'er?"

Luo Ping rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "Forgot, hehe, forgot."

Luo Shi glared at Luo Ping again, put Luo Xin on the kang, and touched Luo Dao regretfully: "Xin'er, your father didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No!"

"Well...Xin'er, where is your master? The master who taught you Guan Dao? Although our family is poor, we still have to treat your master to dinner."

"My master is missing!"

"Missing?" Luo Ping was stunned.

"Yeah!" Luo Xin nodded his head, and said seriously: "I went to find Master, but Master is gone. When I came back, I was thinking about sword skills, and accidentally fell into the river."

Luo Ping rubbed his hands again habitually and said, "Did your master ever say that this saber technique should not be passed on to outsiders?"

"no!"

Luo Ping rubbed his hands again and said, "Father will make two Guan Dao for you first, and when you recover, I will show you the drill."

"En!" Luo Xin nodded, and then said seriously: "Daddy, this saber technique is only passed on to Daddy and Big Brother."

Luo Xin is not a generous person. Grandpa can lose his elder brother's arm because of Luo's family gun, so why should he pass Guandao to grandpa or uncle's family?
"Yes! This is what Xin'er got, and it will be our family's unique skill from now on. It can't be passed on to others." Luo Shi said in a sideways manner.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Luo Ping's face, but although he was an honest man, it wasn't that he had no temper.Although I don't resent my father, but I feel uncomfortable for sure. After all, Luo Qing is his son, and his arm was almost lost. Whoever put this on will feel uncomfortable, so he nodded and said:
"Naturally. Xin'er, take good care of your illness and practice martial arts after your body recovers. Let father know that my son is no worse than the elder brother's family."

Luo Qing on the side clenched his fists, his small face was full of stubbornness, his eyes shone with longing, as if the scene of him defeating Luo Sheng was happening in front of him.

"Daddy, I don't want to practice martial arts, I want to study."

As soon as Luo Xin's words came out, the room was silent, and Luo Qing was even more discouraged. In his heart, he thought that the most enjoyable thing to do in martial arts, reading... how boring it is!

"Xin'er, what did you say?" Luo Ping looked at his youngest son in disbelief. How could he not understand his son?Although he is not as addicted to martial arts as Qing'er, he is also a person who likes to practice martial arts. He has never heard of him wanting to study. What happened today?Sick and confused?

"I want to study!" Although Luo Xin's voice was immature, his expression was extremely serious.

Luo Ping and Luo Shi glanced at each other. Both of them knew that reading is the right way, but reading...is something their son can do?
That's something Wenquxing's fate can only do!
Moreover……

My own family can't afford Shu Xiu!

Daming has government schools, but they can't come to small villages like them.Shuxiu originally refers to the ceremony of worshiping a teacher, usually ten pieces of dried meat, but in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, Shuxiu has become the main source of income for private school teachers. What they receive is not only dried meat, but also grain, usually 120 to [-] catties A catty of wheat is equivalent to about five hundred coins a year.

In Shanglin Village, there was an old scholar who opened a private school. A child had to collect one hundred catties of wheat a year, which was equivalent to five hundred cash in copper coins.This is definitely a huge burden for the Luo Ping family, not counting the four treasures of the study.Luo Shi hugged Luo Xin in his arms and began to sob.

"Xin'er, the family can't afford Shu Xiu, mother is sorry for you."

Luo Ping sat down on the stool, buried his face in his hands and said, "It's because father has no skills."

"Father, mother, I can earn Shuxiu by myself."

"You earn it yourself?" Luo Ping and Luo Shi looked at Luo Xin in astonishment.

"Yes! I'll catch some birds and sell them in the county town." Luo Xin's eyes showed hope: "Father, do the restaurants in the county town accept them?"

"Take it!" Luo Ping said with a trace of bitterness on his face, "but the price is very low, five for a penny."

Luo Xin calculated it in his heart, and couldn't help cursing secretly: "Damn, this is too dark, five hundred coins is [-] birds. Well, I don't believe that I can't catch [-] birds this winter. bird."

"Tomorrow, Qing'er and I will go hunting in the mountains." Luo Ping's expression became firm and he said, "No matter what, I can earn money from Xin'er's Shu Xiu."

"His father, studying is not a matter of one or two years." Luo Shi said softly, she also wanted Luo Xin to study in her heart, but she didn't have much information in her heart.

"Try it for a year first, the child has never asked for it." Luo Ping's eyes fell on Luo Xin's face: "Xin'er, if you can't read anything within a year..."

"Father, don't worry, if I can't read anything within a year, I won't mention the word reading again."

"Okay! Maybe my son is Wenquxing descending to earth, hahaha..."

Early the next morning, Luo Ping and his son stepped into the mountain on the morning dew.Luo Xin was not idle either. He tied a wooden stick with a rope and set up a large dustpan. Then Guan Niangqin asked for a handful of millet and sprinkled it under the dustpan. He pulled the rope all the way to the window, and then entered the house and lay down on the window sill. Open the window a crack, hold one end of the rope in your hand, and stare at the dustpan.

Luo Shi was also sitting on the kang with a small dustpan, mending clothes, occasionally looking at his little son, there is no mother who does not want his son to be successful.Looking at his son, it seemed that Luo Xin in a Confucian robe appeared in front of his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"boom!"

A sound in the yard woke Luo Shi from his fantasy, and he saw his son hurriedly jumped off the kang and ran outside.Luo Shi also hurriedly put down the dustpan, and ran out after him, only to see that the big dustpan had already covered the ground, and birdsong could be heard from inside.

"Really caught!"

Luo Shi was happier than his son, and helped Luo Xin catch the birds inside one by one. Every time he caught one, Luo Shi tied a rope to one of the legs of the bird, and caught nine birds in total.The mother and son happily set up the dustpan again, then returned to the house, and continued to wait for the birds to come down for food.

This time the waiting time was much longer, the birds on the branches became more vigilant, and it took three quarters of an hour to dawdle before Luo Xin caught it again, but this time only five birds were caught.When he set up the dustpan for the third time, no bird came down to look for food.

Seeing his son's anxious look, Luo Shi smiled and said, "Xin'er, didn't you hear the birds singing on the tree? They are just reminding other birds not to come down. You will not be able to catch birds in the yard from now on." son."

"Then I'll go outside." Luo Xin jumped off the kang.

"Xin'er, you are still in good health, so you dare not go outside to catch the cold." Luo Shi was shocked.

"It's okay, mother, I'll wear more."

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