As the saying goes, extreme happiness leads to sadness, and I think it is indeed true.
Something strange happened during dinner. Halfway through dinner, my eldest aunt told me some news.
"Mom, dad, it's like this. Jun'er and his grandma saw that Jun'er was smart, so they thought they helped him out. They didn't want to delay Jun'er, so they wanted to support Jun'er in school."
When Zhu Ping'an heard the news, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong. It was rare to hear that any natal family would be willing to help a married girl raise a child. The ancients said that a married girl throws away water. My aunt's natal family is so open-minded.
Well, Brother Jun’s grandma is willing, and are his uncle and aunt also willing?
When students and teachers first met in ancient times, they would first give a gift to show respect, which was called "Shuxiu". It had been practiced as early as Confucius' time. At that time, it was salted pork, but now it is money.
It is much cheaper to repair in the countryside than in the towns, but it is generally about one thousand cash per year, and it is paid in two installments. There are also gifts such as vegetables, eggs, meat, etc. It can be said that the cost is quite high.
However, it is said that my eldest aunt's family is well off, so maybe she is.
I heard that the Yue family was willing to pay for Jun'er to go to school. The grandparents were very happy. They all valued the elder's family. If the elder could study, then Jun'er would definitely do well in studying.
The grandparents were happy, and since it was the eldest aunt-in-law's family who paid for it, the mother, Chen, and the fourth and third aunts naturally didn't say anything.
"Jun'er is going to elementary school, and She'er is not young anymore. She can take over Jun'er's class and go herding cattle." Seeing that no one in her family objected, the eldest aunt's face was full of pride, and then the conversation turned to Zhu Ping'an, "Quickly
Come autumn, let the cattle become stronger so they can do farm work."
You said I was young the day before yesterday!
You want me to take over Brother Jun's job and go herd the cows? When has Brother Jun ever herded cows? The hair hasn't even been touched.
The reason why the eldest aunt arranged for Zhu Pingjun to go herding cattle was because she remembered that her family once said that She'er was smart and sensible, and she felt more and more that she had to stop the idea of She'er studying as soon as possible. On the one hand, she was afraid that the family would have to spend money, so it was better to let She'er go to school.
Xie'er farmed the land honestly to support herself like her second brother. On the other hand, she was also afraid that Zhu Ping'an would steal the limelight from her son, even though his son had been told that he was a Wenqu star.
"Sister-in-law, my pig is still small and the cow is so big, how can he let it go?" Mother Chen frowned and objected, and there were still some words in her heart that she had not said. Your Jun'er went to school, why should my pig herd the cow?
Besides, when did your Jun'er let the cow go?
The third aunt liked Zhu Pingan, so she also helped to speak, "It's just that the pig is not as tall as the cow's leg."
"Our cows are very honest and know their own way. Herding the cows means just following them to prevent them from eating other people's crops." The eldest aunt kept saying, "The pigs have followed my second brother up the mountain, so it's nothing to herd the cows."
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Mother Chen was worried about Zhu Ping'an going to herd the cows, but her aunt insisted and there was no peace at the dinner table.
"A loving mother often loses her son. It's okay for the pig to exercise. If you really can't let it go, it's not too late to say no."
Grandma protects my aunt, and she agrees with her both inside and outside her words.
Her mother, Mrs. Chen, was getting angry at the dinner table and didn't eat much. She reached under the table and pinched Zhu's father an unknown number of times.
Anyway, Father Zhu bared his teeth and cracked his mouth many times at the dinner table.
"Mom, it's good for you to eat more and herd cows. I like our cows." Zhu Ping'an stretched out his chopsticks to help Chen pick up the vegetables, comforting Chen with a soft childish voice.
Mrs. Chen felt a lot better because her son was sensible, but she still felt unhappy when she thought that her sister-in-law's children would go to school and her own children would have to herd cattle at such a young age.
"Xie'er is going to herd the cows. From now on, give Xie'er half an extra pancake for every meal." Grandfather spoke.
Grandfather usually doesn't interfere in the affairs of the family's back house. As long as things are not too outrageous, he will turn a blind eye. Although he values the eldest family and his family, he also likes Zhu Ping'an, his chubby grandson.
When night falls, the bright moon hides among the soft and light clouds, shyly looking at the peaceful world, casting its pure brilliance. This posture is like a graceful and beautiful girl looking at the earth with a smile.
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The moonlight is quiet and gentle, which is not the case in the east wing.
"Why should his son go to school, and my son should herd the cows? You work hard, Dachuan has already done so much to help, and Shi'er has to go to herd the cows. Does our family owe it to the elders?
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"You're a dead man, you didn't say a word!"
"How can I marry a man like you? I don't even dare to fart!"
For Zhu's father, it is not easy to leave more private money for the family. It is probably too difficult for him to oppose his parents, brother and sister-in-law. It doesn't matter if the boy beats him more, he also thinks so in his heart. Besides, his mother also
He said that if he couldn't let it go, he wouldn't let it go, so he didn't say anything at the dinner table.
But Chen doesn't care about this.
Poor dad, I have a moment of silence for you.
Zhu Ping'an ran away without any sense of loyalty. Please coax your own daughter-in-law and wish for happiness, dad.
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
This poem is simply a portrayal of Zhu Pingan's current situation. He is riding on the back of an old scalper, swinging his legs, with a bamboo kettle on his waist, and holding a fishing rod in his hand. There is a twine hanging from the fishing pole, and a piece of twine tied to the twine.
The tender green grass hangs just in front of the cow's head, and the old cattle spreads its hooves and hoofs all the way under the guidance of the tender grass.
On the scalper's back was a simple saddle made by Zhu's father from bamboo last night, so Zhu Ping'an's small body could be made stable, and the bamboo was light and did not affect the old scalper's movements.
Zhu Ping'an sat on the back of the cow, his thoughts wandering along with the cow's hooves.
By the way, the poem "The Shepherd Boy Riding the Ox" was probably written by Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty. All the poems and lines of the Qing Dynasty can be used by yourself. If life is just like Nalan Xingde when you first meet, Gong Zizhen who is not a ruthless thing when falling red, Jiangshan Dynasty
Zhao Yi, a talented person, and even Tsangyang Gyatso, who has never been seen, are all taking advantage of him.
I also memorized a lot of the eight-part essays written by the number one scholar in the Qing Dynasty when I was a graduate student. Although I couldn’t recite them backwards and forwards, I still remembered a lot of the general ideas. The eight-part essays in the Qing Dynasty were more standardized than those in the Ming Dynasty.
Poems can be used or modified for use, but eight-part essays cannot necessarily be used directly. Each eight-part essay is a proposition composition. Although the titles are all the original texts of the Four Books and Five Classics, there are so many Four Books and Five Classics.
I don’t know which topic it is. If I’m lucky and the topic overlaps with what I remember, I’ll be safe. However, if the topic is different, it’s all in vain.
In modern times, I studied ancient Chinese, but if I were asked to write an eight-legged essay, I would never be able to write it. Modern times are all about criticizing the eight-part essay. The school never taught me how to write it, and I didn’t even have a calligraphy brush.
Will use it.
All in all, it is still necessary to go to school.
Well, it seems that the private school in Shanghe Village is on the low hillside not far from Xiahe Village.
The hillside is rich in water and grass, so why not graze cattle there?