In the early morning, the cold wind was fierce and the snow had not yet melted. People in Xiahe Village were huddled in warm quilts, sleeping in, or playing interesting games between couples. In short, the whole village was silent.
The door of a room in Zhu Pingan's house was gently pushed open. Zhu Pingan, who was wearing thick clothes and a nondescript rabbit fur hat, walked out of the room, with his schoolbag slung across his body and the black wooden board that had been with him for several years in his hand.
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It was still early at this time, and there was only a glimmer of light in the east. There was silence everywhere, except for the sound of the howling cold wind. However, under the reflection of the snow, the visibility in the yard was still quite high.
Zhu Ping'an moved his body slightly, then walked habitually to a boulder specially moved in the yard, laid the black board flat on the boulder, poured some hot water into the groove of the boulder, and took out a simple writing brush.
, hanging your wrist to practice calligraphy. This has been a habit that Zhu Pingan has insisted on for several years. The ancient imperial examinations still have very high requirements for handwriting, and there is no way to cheat in calligraphy. If you practice more, you will write well, if you practice less, you will not be as good as others.
, so Zhu Pingan has always insisted on getting up in the morning to practice calligraphy, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer without interruption.
In fact, over the past few years, Zhu Pingan's family has become a wealthy family in Xiahe Village. However, Zhu Pingan still maintains his hard and simple habits.
Zhu Pingan has only two writing brushes so far. One was a gift from Master Sun, his mentor at that time. This brush was used when copying books and writing. The other brush is the one Zhu Pingan is using now, which was given by Zhu's father.
A handmade writing brush. This writing brush is used when I practice calligraphy in the early morning. Over the years, this writing brush has been replaced several times. Each time, Zhu’s father made it with ox hair, but the pen holder is still the same.
, all polished by Zhu Pingan.
"Why are you up so early again, Zhe'er? It's so cold. Go and get some sleep."
Zhu Pingan was practicing calligraphy for about half an hour. His mother, Chen, also got up and opened the door. As expected, she saw her youngest son writing and drawing on the black board outside.
It was freezing cold outside, and Mrs. Chen felt the biting cold as soon as she opened the door. Then she saw her youngest son practicing calligraphy with bare hands, and she couldn't help but feel distressed and persuaded her youngest son to go back to the room to warm up and sleep for a while.
"No need, Mom, I'm petty and angry." Zhu Ping'an stroked out the last stroke of what he was writing, stopped and replied to his mother with a smile.
"Shit, why are you wearing a leather hat when you're so angry?" Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes and scolded.
Hahaha
Zhu Pingan smiled naively and said nothing.
Mrs. Chen was at her wits end, thinking of stewing an old hen for breakfast to replenish her little son's health. He was so cute when he was chubby, but now he has grown taller and lost weight. No, you have to do more.
Delicious food, and make you fatter.
After mother Chen got up, father Zhu and eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan also got up.
"Dad, it's snowy outside and it's hard to walk. Let me drive today." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan discussed with Zhu's father and said that the current Zhu Pingchuan is almost in the same mold as Zhu's father. He is dark and strong and has a handsome appearance.
Very honest and honest.
"It's a big gathering today, I'm afraid eldest brother is going to help my future sister-in-law carry things, right?" Zhu Pingan put down his brush and made fun of his eldest brother.
"Hehehe..." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan rubbed the back of his head and giggled.
"What are you laughing at? If you tell the truth, it's over." Zhu's father kicked Zhu Pingchuan from behind and cursed with a smile.
Mother Chen looked at this scene, Taomi's movements paused, and her words were full of jealousy, "I have raised you for more than ten years in vain. My wife hasn't even married yet, so I forgot about my mother."
The eldest brother, Zhu Ping'an, rubbed the back of his head and smiled naively, "How can I do that, mother? I will marry you as a daughter-in-law and we will honor you together."
Mrs. Chen's face became much better after hearing this, but she said unforgivingly, "If you say it nicely now, I might be able to marry a daughter-in-law."
Big brother promised again and again.
Looking at this scene, Zhu Ping'an suddenly had a bad taste. He stopped the calligraphy brush with a bad smile on his mouth, looked at his elder brother and suddenly asked:
"Then if mother and sister-in-law fall into the water at the same time, who will the elder brother save first?"
The question of daughter-in-law and mother-in-law falling into the water is a question that is asked too often in modern times. Modern people who are asked too many questions can always give various clever answers.
But in this era, this problem is the first time.
Hearing this question from Zhu Ping'an, mother Chen's eyes lit up and she was very interested. She stopped shopping and just waited to see how Zhu Pingchuan would answer.
Father Zhu also looked at Zhu Pingchuan funny.
"Cough cough cough, second...second brother..." As soon as Zhu Pingchuan heard this question, he turned red and coughed, looking at Zhu Ping'an with an innocent face.
This, how should I answer this?
Zhu Pingchuan felt like there were ten thousand ants in his heart, his face was dark and red, and he couldn't help but scratch his head.
If you say you want to save your mother first, but if Juan hears about it, it will be bad.
But if he said to save Juan first, looking at Chen, who didn't even have any rice to buy, Zhu Pingchuan knew that if he said that, it would only be a small thing for his mother to be angry, but it would be bad to be sad.
so hard.
Zhu Pingchuan hesitated and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Zhu Ping'an looked at his elder brother's anxious look and couldn't stop laughing.
Mother Chen looked at her eldest son who was in a dilemma, feeling happy and sad at the same time. This silly boy was always being teased by the second son because he was too honest. Unlike the second son, who looked innocent on the surface, but was actually very weird at heart.
Very.
Looking at her eldest son who was in trouble, and then at her youngest son who was watching the fire from across the bank and was overjoyed, Mrs. Chen suddenly asked this question to Zhu Pingan.
"She'er, where are you? Who do you want to save first?" Mrs. Chen suddenly asked.
"Ah?" Zhu Pingan was stunned for a moment.
Now it was Zhu Pingchuan's turn to see the joke, and Jue's second brother also had to experience his own embarrassment.
"Yeah, I'm still early," Zhu Pingan replied.
Mrs. Chen was not satisfied with this answer and asked, "No matter how early I am, I will always marry a wife. Who can I save first when the time comes?"
Zhu Ping'an smiled and replied without thinking, "It's still early for me, so I have time to choose a wife who can swim. When the time comes, I will save my mother first without even thinking about it."
"You're so cunning!" Mrs. Chen laughed and scolded.
Throughout the morning, the Zhu family was filled with joy and laughter.
Because it still took some time to make breakfast, Zhu Pingan practiced calligraphy for a while, then packed up the brush and board and put them back in his room. He took out the book "The Doctrine of the Mean" annotated by Zhu Xi and borrowed it from Rich Man Li's house yesterday and went to read outside the yard.
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The yard of Zhu Pingan's house is close to the river and the edge of the village, so Zhu Pingan can easily find a quiet corner to read without being disturbed.
In ancient times, there was no opportunism in learning and writing eight-part essays. Only by accumulating solidly and slowly, and with a stable foundation, could one rely on the memory of one's previous life. In this era when eight-part essays are of inferior quality, only good reading can be used to obtain scholars.
Stand out. The foundation. My foundation is not just the past few years of elementary school.
This boy's test may surprise everyone.
Zhu Ping'an looked at "The Doctrine of the Mean" in his hand, with a naive smile on his lips, but an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes.