Yan Laoer quickly went outside to fetch a basin of water, mixed the hot water and brought it in.
When Mr. Tian saw it, he walked over and washed his face and hands.
After wiping with the cloth, Yan Laoer threw it directly into the basin.
Master Tian's eyelids twitched.
When I heard that he asked the servants outside to wash it off, his face became much smoother.
Sitting upright, Yan Er asked Yan Er to open the book box and take a closer look at the books inside.
At first glance, it is Yan Huaiwen's handwriting.
He pointed to another, slightly more explicit annotation and asked, "Who wrote this?"
Yan Laoer looked over: "That's my waiter."
Master Tian said, "It's your daughter."
He was deeply impressed by the girl. The Yan family raised a daughter, which was really different from other families.
After picking up the book, Mr. Tian became very serious.
Explain one by one from shallow to deep.
After a short period, I paused and asked Yan Er.
Repeat this several times.
Master Tian was secretly amazed.
This Yan Er doesn't seem to be an ignorant person.
This is not a good study.
But soon, Mr. Tian knew the source of the problem.
Yan Er can understand the meaning of the article, but it is really difficult to recite it.
As he said himself, he has to recite it many times, and after reciting it, he should keep reading it and remember it deeply.
The sentences are also unclear.
The wording is too straightforward and cumbersome...
If you can't memorize it, just write it a few times.
I can’t memorize it any more, so I’ll write it down a few more times.
There is no harm in being straightforward and cumbersome. Later, when he realizes the hard work of copying books, he will know that two words can summarize the meaning of a whole sentence. How happy he is.
Therefore, the first assignment that Master Tian left for Yan Laoer was to copy books.
Yan Laoer carried the book box, not forgetting to pick up the waste paper placed by the wall, and walked out of the study room of the back office in a daze.
The boy outside the door saw him and kindly reminded him: "You can't keep any waste paper in the master's study. All must be burned."
He realized what was going on and saw the cloth that the boy had just washed for the elder. He had an idea and scooped water from the water tank in the yard to soak the paper...
Walking back with the still dripping waste paper.
Yan Laoer suddenly stamped his foot and said "hey".
The steps became brisk.
I muttered to myself, my eyes dancing with joy.
"In addition to burning waste paper, you can also pour water on it. Who said that you can only use brushes and not charcoal to copy books? Haha, it's really me!"
When I arrived at school in the afternoon, several classmates were amazed at Yan Laoer's use of charcoal to copy books.
Why didn't they think of it earlier!
It saves time and paper, which is great!
The elder took the time to come over and explain the article to everyone. His mouth twitched when he saw this scene, but he didn't say anything. He assigned homework to others and said it would be due tomorrow morning.
Yan Laoer concentrated on copying the book. The speed of charcoal pen was much faster than that of calligraphy brush, so he finished the work very quickly.
He felt that he was different from these people. He was not here to study seriously and would be leaving in a few days, so he had thoughts of leaving early.
After thinking about it, I felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so I trotted back to my residence.
Let’s start planning the evening meal.
What Yan Laoer was thinking was that he would not be able to stay in the government office for a few days, so he should try his best to cook something delicious, convenient and easy to learn for his eldest nephew.
When he is gone, the eldest nephew can take care of himself.
He had just washed the vegetables and the yamen who had borrowed the stove came to return it.
Yan Laoer said a few polite words to let the family have dinner, but the Yamen servant couldn't help but said no, and thanked him again and again.
"By the way, Brother Yan, the blacksmith asked if he could sell this stove for sale. If it works, he would be willing to pay some money."
I didn't expect such a windfall.
He thought about the school and the master's study room. After a while, even lighting the brazier wouldn't make it much warmer.
If there is a stove, it will be convenient to keep warm and drink hot water.
"Forget the money, can you give me two stoves?"
The yamen officer asked whether he was going to be placed in the school or given to the elder...
Give him a silent thumbs up.
Look at the brains of Brother Yan, how bright they are. No wonder they can get in front of the eldest master. Such flattery is so appropriate and natural.
"Okay, I'll go talk to him."
That afternoon, a similar stove was used in the study room of the eldest master's back office.
Yan Xiangheng was fed vegetable rice by his uncle after school.
A combination of green vegetables, rice and lightly charred meat slices sprinkled with their own unique seasoning.
Just two words, absolutely amazing!
Naturally, Yan Laoer cannot leave Master Tian behind.
Carrying a bookcase that doubles as a food box.
Taking his homework and delicious food, he came to Houya again.
Before entering the study, Yan Laoer pulled the boy aside and gave him a piece of spicy rice.
He was told to use this to wash the old man's cloth and handkerchiefs from now on.
Turning around and entering the house, I saw Mr. Tian tinkering with the stove.
He first walked to the basin stand and placed the other piece of spices he had brought.
Then he came to help.
"Master, I can't take advantage of it and burn you again." Yan Laoer hurriedly stopped Master Tian's dangerous move. He searched around but couldn't find the iron hook. He thought to himself that the blacksmith was the same, so why didn't he give him a complete set?
From the firewood on one side, I found a branch of suitable thickness, picked up the iron hoop diagonally, and put it on quickly and steadily.
There was a kettle next to it, and the water was all filled, so Yan Laoer conveniently put it on it.
I checked the iron cylinder where the smoke came out again. Not to mention, the blacksmith's skills were very good, and the iron cylinder was connected perfectly.
Both of them fiddled with the stove and inevitably got some ashes.
Yan Laoer naturally went out to fetch water. When Mr. Tian came over, he saw the piece of fragrant rice noodles.
He washed his hands with a normal expression and took a new cloth handed over by Yan Er.
Mr. Tian was silent.
"Sir, I made some rice buns and brought you two for you to try. You can't wait. You have to eat them quickly, otherwise they will get cold in a while."
Mr. Tian sat and watched Yan Er open the bookcase and take out the so-called rice bag that he had never seen before.
Two people don't sound like much, but this rice bag is really big.
Adult palm size.
Yan Er also brought a coarse porcelain sea bowl, and even the chopsticks were ready.
Bring it to him, just waiting for him to open his mouth.
Mr. Tian:......
I picked it up with chopsticks and took a bite.
It turned out to be rice inside, and it had a refreshing fragrance.
Take another bite, huh? Is there meat?
Chew it carefully, the aroma is very tempting!
Before I knew it, I finished one rice bag.
Mr. Tian ate the second one.
Yan Laoer took out the books he had copied, as well as the books used for class.
He also picked up the waste paper on the ground, folded it and put it aside for now.
When the water boiled, he first scalded the cup, and then poured a cup of water for the elder.
Mr. Tian really felt that Yan Er was thinking about other things.
Look at everything he does, he has eyes, can take care of people, understands human feelings, and can do things.
He could obviously get some money for this stove, but he didn't. He asked for two more, not for himself.
This great old man thinks of him well, the classmate he just met today thinks of him well, the servants in the government office think of him well, and the blacksmith still thinks of him well.
It cannot be bought with just money.
That fragrant sauce is even more interesting. Don’t think he doesn’t know that Yan Er dislikes him, hum!
He asked him to copy the book. This Yan Er was so good. He was always lazy and he actually came up with a way to deal with it by writing with charcoal pen.
He even ended get out of class early and openly.
If it was said that he was going to do something serious, he actually went back to cook.
But Yan Er’s craftsmanship is indeed good.
This rice bag was very popular with him.
This chapter has been completed!