The journey was uneventful, and when we got home, it was just about time for dinner. My mother, Mrs. Chen, was waiting anxiously at the gate. She saw herself riding an ox and walking towards her, which calmed her mother's worries.
During dinner, only the eldest aunt happily asked about Zhu Pingjun's private school, whether Jun'er performed well in the private school, did the master praise you, what did you learn in the private school, etc. Zhu Pingjun did not disappoint her, and boasted about it together.
Damn it, why did I perform well in the private school? I got along well with my classmates. My master treated me well and even praised me because I studied hard and studied hard. I learned to read in the private school and I recognized four characters. Don’t
Too simple or something like that.
Every time Zhu Pingjun said something, the aunt's eyebrows would fly with joy.
Zhu Pingan, who was eating the pickled pancakes, could only complain speechlessly. He didn't know what his aunt would think if he knew that Brother Jun fell asleep on the table and drooled on the first day of school. Of course, he would not be a villain.
This matter has already happened. Master has already punished Brother Jun. If Brother Jun knows his mistakes and can correct them, Master has taught him enough. If Brother Jun is stubborn, it will be useless no matter how much he says, and his aunt and others will think that he has done something wrong.
It was arranged by Jealous Junge.
The pickled vegetables at home are all hand-pickled by my grandmother. I have to say that although my grandmother is partial, her pickled vegetables are excellent.
Radish strips and cucumber strips are as delicate as jade, fresh in color, sweet and sour, crispy, mellow and refreshing, with a unique and mouth-watering flavor.
After so many days, this plate of pickles has accompanied Zhu Ping'an in his meals and porridge. Without it, the food would not be as tasty.
"Look at the delicious food of Piggy." The third aunt couldn't help but praise Zhu Pingan as she watched him eat and drink porridge.
"So, I was right to let Xie'er herd the cows." The eldest aunt was praising Zhu Pingjun in high spirits. After being interrupted by the third aunt, she looked unhappy. How could the children of the second brother's family compare with her own children?
He just herds cows and digs in the soil, but his own children want to study and become the number one scholar.
Mother Chen looked unhappy, but she couldn't get angry. Grandma was watching eagerly from the side, so she had no choice but to vent her anger on Zhu's father, pinching him one, two, three, until Zhu's teeth were broken and his mouth was broken.
Not to mention what everyone did after dinner, I just said that after dinner, Zhu Pingan went to the cowshed with scissors like a thief, and after a while he walked away happily with a handful of yellow oxtail hair in his hand.
come out.
Putting the scissors back in place, Zhu Pingan cut off a piece of bamboo as thick as a finger, stuck his buttocks in the water and stuffed the oxtail hair into the bamboo pole.
This job is difficult to do. The oxtail hair is stuffed in, but I don’t know how to fix it. When I touch it with my hand, it either falls off or shrinks into the bamboo pole.
"Hey, stop playing with the water. The water is cold at night. Go back to your room and rest early." After walking around in the yard, my grandmother saw Zhu Pingan playing with bamboo in the basin and thought he was just having fun.
"I know, grandma." Zhu Pingan agreed.
Grandma urged her again and then went back to her room.
Zhu's father followed the sound and came over. When he saw his youngest son sticking out his butt and playing in the water, he couldn't help but walked forward. He held one arm on his shoulder and rode a big horse like his father teased his son when he was a child.
Zhu Ping'an was pressing the ox's tail hair when he suddenly flew up after being hugged and resisted by Zhu's father, and his soul was almost scared away.
Zhu's father saw that what Zhu Pingan was holding was a bamboo pole and ox tail hair. He couldn't help but curiously asked why. When he found out that Zhu Pingan wanted to make a calligraphy brush, he felt guilty and funny at the same time. What made him feel guilty was that he was unable to provide for his son to study.
, what’s funny is that this stupid boy actually wants to make his own calligraphy brush, which is how the calligraphy brush is made. If you don’t have the ability to provide your son with education, then you can make a calligraphy brush for him to play with.
After making up his mind, Zhu's father took the initiative to make a writing brush and give it to Zhu Ping'an.
Zhu Ping'an raised his little face and looked at Zhu's father, somewhat disbelieving. Zhu's father had never studied, so how could he make a calligraphy brush?
"When your uncle was studying when he was a child, I often went to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone store to buy brushes and ink for your uncle. Over time, I became familiar with the people there, and learned how to make my own brushes. I can give you as much as you need.
The family saves some money, but your uncle is older and doesn't need the brushes I made. But my skills have not declined over the years." Father Zhu seemed to be recalling things from his childhood, feeling a little sad.
In the Ming Dynasty, there were only two meals, the morning meal and the feeding. The morning meal was around eight o'clock, and the feeding was around five o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhu Ping'an went to herd cattle again after eating the morning meal.
"Hey, why am I looking at our cow? It's a bit weird there." The fourth aunt frowned and said to herself when Zhu Pingan was riding the old scalper out.
Isn't it strange that a piece of the cow's tail was cut off?
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ping'an quickly guided the old scalper and walked out the door. If his fourth aunt saw that he had cut off the cow's tail, he didn't know what trouble would happen.
I went to herd cattle today. In addition to yesterday's things, Zhu Pingan also brought a small bamboo basket with a narrow top and a thick bottom, a writing brush and a black-painted A4 paper-sized wooden board. This wooden board was found in the kitchen.
It may have been an integral part of some furniture in the past. After the furniture was broken and rebuilt, the wooden board became useless and was thrown into the woodshed to be used as firewood.
The brush and wooden board are used to practice calligraphy. Use a bamboo tube to hold some river water and dip the brush in water to practice calligraphy on the black painted wooden board in a short time. It can be recycled indefinitely and saves ink and paper. It serves multiple purposes.
The small bamboo basket that is narrow at the top and thick at the bottom is used for fishing. Last night, I pestered Father Zhu to tell stories about the fishing methods.
The warm sunshine shines through the thin clouds and shines on the vast white land, reflecting silver light and shining on the people and cows on the mountain village path, giving them circles of golden and silver halos.
The cow's hooves stepped across the single-plank bridge and came to the hillside. The grass was still green and the lolita from yesterday was gone.
Zhu Ping'an now hit a bamboo tube by the river, and then led the old scalper to the bamboo forest halfway up the hillside. He changed the old scalper to a tree and tied it to a tree so that it could eat fresh grass, and it could also be eaten by the cow yesterday.
The pastureland has the opportunity to cultivate and thrive.
I took my own class equipment, walked through the bamboo forest, came outside the school again, found an inconspicuous corner, and sat down for class.
The time was just right, the children's morning reading had just ended, and after asking a few questions to the children, the Master was about to start a new day of teaching.