Zhang Yuan sent his third brother Zhang E out, then returned to the inner courtyard. He saw Mu Zhenzhen coming quickly to give him a blessing: "Master, my maid has gone back."
Zhang Yuan said: "It's already noon, let's have dinner here and then go back."
"No." Mu Zhenzhen put the bamboo basket placed by the patio on his back and smiled sweetly at Zhang Yuan: "Thank you, young master." Then he turned to Zhang Yuan's mother, Lu Shi, bowed his knees slightly, and said crisply: "Madam,
The maid has left." He walked out the door briskly.
Zhang's mother, Lu Shi, said: "I also kept her. She said that her father would wait for her to go back to cook. She is a filial child - Yuan'er said last time where did Zhenzhen's ancestors come from?"
Zhang Yuandao: "It is said that the Geluolu people moved from the Congling and Jinshan areas, tens of thousands of miles away from us. The Geluolu people are white, with blue eyes, white skin, and hair that ranges from brown, yellow, or chestnut.
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The little girl Tu Ting opened her mouth wide and her eyes widened when she heard this.
Yi Ting said: "Isn't it just like the Yaksha ghost? It's really not that ugly."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Those Geluolu people who entered the Central Plains have been in Zhenzhen's generation for I don't know how many generations. Zhenzhen's appearance is similar to ours."
Zhang's mother, Lu, said: "My skin is really white, as if I have applied powder on it. I have been exposed to the wind and rain every day, but I still don't get tanned." She asked, "What did Zhang E show you and laugh like that?"
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Zhang Yuandao: "The third brother laughed because he talked about Yao Xiucai. He said that once Yao Xiucai loses his student clothes to me, everyone will despise him."
Zhang's mother Lu said: "That Yao scholar has a bad reputation. In the early years, Mr. Lu Yungu's aunt——" She felt that her son was still young and it was inappropriate to know this. Zhang's mother Lu changed her words and said: "My son made a bet with that Yao scholar."
, you have to be careful about him."
Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "It turns out that mother knows about Aunt Lu Yungu." He said: "Isn't my son studying hard? He just wants to win against that Yao scholar."
Zhang's mother, Lu, didn't read much, and she didn't know the difficulty of making eight-part essays. But she saw that her son Zhang Yuan studied so hard every day. God rewards hard work. She believed that her son could win, and said lovingly: "
My son, don’t work too hard when studying, and remember to take care of your eyes.”
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The day passed by listening to the book, asking questions, and practicing calligraphy.
Another day passed by listening to books, asking questions, and practicing calligraphy. The days of studying hard behind closed doors were both long and fleeting.
On the evening before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang E came over and said to Zhang Yuan: "Yao Yigun has already begun to visit the students one by one. The students in this county are widely distributed, hundreds of miles away from the southeast to the northwest. Yao Yigun started from
When the officials from far away from the city came to visit, several pairs of straw sandals of the hired bearers were worn out. According to the servants of the Yao family, Yao Yiguan often loses his temper at home these days. It seems that he was made angry by meson.
As a result, Yao Litigation Stick has no time to help others with lawsuits and make profits these days, and he has suffered a lot of losses. Haha, Yao Litigation Stick has already begun to have bad luck."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Yao Litigation will inevitably hit a wall, and it is impossible for all fifty-four sentient beings to be bribed by his small favors."
Zhang E smiled and said: "Exactly, Yao Litigator is stingy and only knows how to make money by any means. Asking him to give money and goods to others is like cutting his flesh, but he only needs to win over 19 of the 54 people.
That’s enough, maybe you’ll be willing to spend some money—Meson, when will our clever plan start to work?”
Zhang Yuan said: "Don't worry, let's make a plan and then take action. Let Yao Yiguan send more gifts everywhere to make his heartache go away."
Zhang E said: "Okay, then I'll go back first."
Zhang Yuandao: "Third brother went back to see Mr. Fan and told them that they don't have to study tomorrow. Tomorrow is a holiday and they have a day off. I forgot to tell Mr. Fan before."
Zhang E gave a "sneer" smile: "You are really good at annoying people. Fan Zhen and the others have lost their voices while studying. Why do you have one day off? It's two days. You have to follow me to Kuaiji the day after tomorrow. Have you forgotten?"
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On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang's mother, Lu, arranged for Cuigu and Yiting to go to the streets to buy moon cakes, watermelons, vegetarian dishes, fruits, edamame... They were full of joy and busy preparing for the festival.
Zhang Yuan had nothing to do except study and practice calligraphy. The autumn scenery in August was beautiful and the afternoon was long. Zhang Yuan was practicing Chinese calligraphy alone in his study. He copied this Yan Zhenqing Magu monument more than a hundred times, and now he seems to have it in shape.
, I have developed my writing skills by swiping my wrist, but I have to continue to practice hard to be like the spirit. Wang Xian used eighteen tanks of water to practice calligraphy, and Huai Su’s useless brushes piled up into a hill. He Zhang Jiezi was like a year
To become a calligrapher in half a year would be too contemptuous of the ancients——
He had been practicing Chinese calligraphy for half an hour and was about to write a few more lines of small regular script when he suddenly picked up his pen and listened quietly. The whole house was silent, as if he was the only one left.
Zhang Yuan put down his pen, walked to the eaves of the corridor, and called "Rabbit Pavilion" twice. No one agreed. In the past, there was no need to call a second time, and the little girl with rabbit ears and a bun would pop out of somewhere quickly.
, it seems that they followed Cuigu, Yiting and the others to the street. Just as they were returning to their rooms to get their pens to clean, they heard brisk footsteps approaching, and Mu Zhenzhen came in holding a large pot of hosta flowers in both hands -
"Master, what are your orders?"
Mu Zhenzhen placed the pot of hosta flowers by the patio, straightened up and asked.
Zhang Yuan said: "Nothing happened." He went into the room, took a brush and brush, and walked out to the backyard.
Mu Zhenzhen followed Zhang Yuan and said, "Master, do you want to wash your pen? Let the maid do it."
Zhang Yuandao: "I wash myself, and I also go to the garden to get some fresh air - Zhenzhen, why are you here today? Are you not at home to celebrate the festival with your father?"
Mu Zhenzhen said: "Dad asked the county magistrate to call him on an errand. He said he was going to Xiaoshan and would not be able to come back today."
In addition to paying taxes, ordinary people will have their turn to do corvee work about once every three years, such as transporting grain to Beijing, building water conservancy projects, and doing some miscellaneous labor in the county, etc. They can also exchange money for labor service, but the fallen people are different. The county can do it at any time.
When a degenerate is summoned to serve as a servant, the bad county official will not even give him food money, and the degenerate has to bring his own food to serve as a servant——
Zhang Yuan said: "Then you can celebrate the festival here and it will be lively."
Mu Zhenzhen said "hmm", looking a little happy.
There is no one else in the back garden. The row of jasmine under the fence was in bloom in the past two months, but now it has withered. The two osmanthus trees over one foot high near the gate have bloomed tiny yellow and white flowers, which are fragrant.
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Zhang Yuan scooped up water from a stone trough and washed the brush slowly. He squatted down. Mu Zhenzhen felt a little uncomfortable and felt that he was too superior, so he squatted down too. Zhang Yuan turned his head and smiled at her,
Her face immediately turned red, which reminded Zhang Yuan of that beautiful maid in Xi Zhang who blushed at the sight of him.
"Zhenzhen, can you show me your martial arts skills?" Zhang Yuan asked seriously.
Mu Zhenzhen shook his head repeatedly, blushing and refusing to practice.
Zhang Yuan really wanted to experience it, so he said: "Then I will practice a set for you to see, and I will give you some ideas." He put down his pen and stood up to practice a simplified version of Tai Chi.
Mu Zhenzhen also straightened up, and after Zhang Yuan finished practicing, he said, "Young master, you can't hit anyone with this punch."
Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "The only way to beat someone is to let them beat me - I only use it to relax my muscles and bones. When I am tired from reading and writing, I just practice like this. Okay, it's your turn to practice."
Mu Zhenzhen wanted to say, "I didn't promise you to practice, so I will practice." However, it seemed that he couldn't argue with the young master like this. Mu Zhenzhen was beaten by Yanyan and couldn't do anything.
Zhang Yuan said: "Practice quickly, there is no one else in the garden." When he said this, Zhang Yuan felt something was wrong, as if he was tempting a little girl.
Mu Zhenzhen said: "My servant didn't bring the small coiled dragon stick." This was to evade.
"Small Panlong Stick?" Zhang Yuan asked: "Is it the kind of nunchuck that I played last time? It's called Xiao Panlong Stick?"
Mu Zhenzhen nodded and said, "Yes."
Zhang Yuandao: "Bring the little Panlong stick to me for practice next time. Today I will practice boxing and kicking all the way."
Mu Zhen was really puzzled: "Master, I really don't know how to box or kick."
Zhang Yuandao: "Hey, wasn't it just fists and kicks when you defeated San Lahu on the mountain behind Dashan Temple?"
Mu Zhenzhen said: "I know how to fight when there are people in front of me. I can't practice in vain."
Zhang Yuan said "Uh". He didn't know if this fallen girl was lying to him. How could there be such a thing? At this time, he heard his mother talking in the inner courtyard. Yi Ting and the others were back, so he smiled and said: "
Well, next time I will take you out to beat someone."
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