How dazzling the sun is during the day, how gentle the moonlight is at night. A bright moon hangs high in the dark sky, and the faint light is like a thin gauze, fluttering, reflected outside the window, like a layer of light.
Broken silver, bright and shining. The hot and hot air unique to autumn still refuses to dissipate at night, and the frogs hiding in the grass begin to act wildly, chirping "croak, croak, croak"...
All the Zhu family members have gone to sleep. The oil lamp is still on in the cubicle where Zhu Ping'an is, and the eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan has also begun to snore.
Under the oil lamp, Zhu Pingan was reading the textbook "Three Character Classic" borrowed from Zhu Pingjun, writing hard and copying the textbook. It is too expensive to buy a book, so copying can save money and practice calligraphy. The paper is
His mother, Chen, cut it into the size of a textbook and then sewed it into a textbook with needlework. Zhu Ping'an started copying it after dinner and finished it when the moonlight was strong. The "Three Character Classic" is the Southern Song Dynasty version and was only written in the Southern Song Dynasty.
, the later parts of the Ming and Qing Dynasties are not yet available. Zhu Pingan’s calligraphy is not that good, but it is very neat, and the handwriting is at the level of a beginner, but it is still much better than the naughty kids in school.
One bite won't make you fat. Let's copy the Thousand-Character Essay and Hundreds of Family Surnames slowly tomorrow. After clearing the table and blowing out the oil lamp, Zhu Pingan climbed into bed and gradually fell asleep. The moonlight was unwilling to be lonely and sprinkled the room with silver light from the window.
The next morning, the sun rose as usual, and Xiahe Village's hope for rain was once again broken, and the village's war on water became even more urgent.
"You're stupid, you've already learned a lesson, why are you still herding cattle!" Mrs. Chen kept scolding Zhu Ping'an at the door.
The eldest aunt and the fourth aunt were snickering in the yard. They took it as a joke when Zhu Ping'an told him about learning while herding cows during breakfast. A silly boy who doesn't know how to enjoy happiness can do something about learning. He is so stupid.
, I definitely can’t learn well.
Zhu Pingan held the old scalper and listened to Chen's scolding, and couldn't help but giggle.
Seeing that silly look, the eldest aunt and the fourth aunt laughed even more happily, but because their grandfather was also there, they couldn't bear it.
Looking at Zhu Pingan, he could only smile stupidly. Mrs. Chen angrily tapped Zhu Pingan on the forehead with her finger.
Zhu Ping'an rubbed his forehead and said aggrievedly, "Mom, it hurts. I can ride the old scalper to school, and when I get there, I can tie it to a tree and don't have to worry about it."
The old scalper is a very good means of transportation, equivalent to a modern private car transfer, and it can also be praised by your grandfather, so why not do it.
Mrs. Chen was very angry and funny when she heard this, so she tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead with her finger and said angrily, "You're just lazy!"
Zhu Ping'an rubbed his forehead and chuckled, then rode on the old scalper and walked to the school with Zhu Pingjun.
"Brother Jun, do you want to come up and sit for a while?" Zhu Pingan asked Zhu Pingjun, riding on the back of the old scalper.
Zhu Pingjun shook his head like a rattle and said repeatedly, "No, my mother said that I am a scholar and cannot herd cattle in the fields."
Zhu Ping'an was speechless, what's wrong with scholars? Can't scholars go to the fields to herd cows? Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was born as a cowherd boy. Moreover, the wise monarchs of all dynasties set an example and took time to tinker with a piece of land for show.
The euphemistic name is Quanongsang. Why does the eldest aunt say that farming has become a lowly job? If it weren't for my father and my third uncle who farmed the land, how could the eldest uncle study? He would have starved to death many times.
The shepherd boy riding the ox is not as happy as outsiders.
After walking down the hillside, Zhu Ping'an got off the old scalper's back and asked Zhu Pingjun to go to the school first and find a place with lush green grass to tie up the old scalper.
While Zhu Ping'an was tying up the old scalper, the scheming little Lolita rode her little red horse and ran over again, followed by the bun-headed maid Hua'er, who was still holding up her skirt just like last time.
Panting, he shouted to the lady to slow down.
"Zhu Pingan, haven't you learned a lesson? Why are you still a cowherd?" The sinister little loli controlled the little red horse and ran to Zhu Pingan, asking curiously.
"Herding cattle will not affect my education." Zhu Pingan tied up the old scalper and stood up to answer calmly.
Hearing this, the scheming little loli burst into laughter, "Isn't that still a cowherd kid?"
"What happened to the cowherd boy?" Zhu Pingan asked back.
"The cowherd boy has no future. My father said that the cowherd boys who farm the fields are all mud-legged and will be poor for the rest of their lives." The scheming little loli said with disdain, "The cowherd boys in my family are all poor."
What an ignorant money-worshiping girl.
Zhu Pingan didn't want to pay attention to this money-worshiping little loli now. He just glanced at her, turned around, carried his schoolbag, and walked towards the hillside school with his black wooden board under his arm.
Seeing Zhu Ping'an ignoring her, the scheming little loli Li Shu couldn't help but pout and muttered, "You still want to honor your ancestors when you let the cow baby go."
"What's wrong with the cowherd boy? Why can't the cowherd boy be able to honor his ancestors..."
Zhu Pingan turned around and wanted to teach this money-worshiping little Lolita a lesson. Unexpectedly, when he said Guangzong Yaozu, he found that the phenomenon that had appeared twice before appeared again, luck. He actually saw luck again.
.
Moreover, the scene he saw this time left him dumbfounded. He twitched at the corner of his mouth for a long time before he finally uttered the last word.
Damn, this is unscientific.
In Zhu Ping'an's sight, he saw the shady, arrogant, gold-worshipping little lolita with purple energy rising from her head...
Purple energy comes from the east, it is priceless. Illusion, it must be an illusion. Could it be that this scheming little loli can still be granted the title of marquis and worship the prime minister? It is impossible. Could it be that she will be the concubine of a certain prince or grandson in the future? Or maybe she will marry into
Princes, generals, and prime ministers? But no matter what, this scheming little lolita must be a person of great luck. But this is too unscientific. A scheming, money-worshiping and even vicious little lolita can be a person of great luck. This
It's too unscientific.
There is a white pillar of luck on the top of the head of the little maid Hua'er, which is in sharp contrast to the dark-bellied little Lolita with the purple light on the top of her head.
Although his luck only lasted for a few seconds, Zhu Ping'an stared at the scheming little Loli in stunned silence for a long time...
"Hey, Zhu Pingan, why do you keep looking at me!? Huh, I'm pretty, but don't be like a toad and want to eat swan meat. I want to marry the number one scholar and be the number one wife."
Loli saw Zhu Pingan looking at her intently, her big eyes full of disgust, narcissistic, stinky and venomous sarcasm towards Zhu Pingan.
Well, as expected, you are still the money-worshiping, arrogant, sly, venomous little lolita. Speaking of which, you think too much. I don’t want your money-worshiping, sly, sly and venomous little lolita. Besides, you are only five years old.
Well, this is too premature. You talk about marrying the number one scholar all day long, and you don’t even blush!
It's so unscientific. Zhu Pingan shook his head and ignored this money-worshiping and scheming lolita. He turned around and walked towards the school. Behind him was the scheming little lolita roaring in a tantrum, and the little maid named Baozi. Sorry, miss.
Sorry for the voice, miss.
The servant was angry and discovered another flaw of the sinister little lolita. It was too unscientific. How could such a little lolita with so many shortcomings be so purple?
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