Chapter 66 The Mu family has a daughter growing up
In the afternoon of the next day, Mu Jingyan and Mu Zhenzhen, father and daughter, came together. Mu Jingyan used a whistle stick to carry two green-headed wild swans. These two wild swans were the two wild swans that he came back from Xiaoshan to Xingyun in the West.
The meat of the wild duck caught in the reeds by the river was so tender that Mu Jingyan and his daughter were reluctant to eat it themselves, so they sent it to Zhang Yuan's family.
Zhang Yuan's mother, Lu, was sewing winter clothes for Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan had grown up and last year's winter clothes were too short to wear. Seeing Mu Zhenzhen bring two wild swans, she said happily: "The weather is getting colder. Zhang Yuan is studying."
I'm trying to buy him a duck to nourish him. This green-headed wild duck is better than a domestic duck." He ordered Yi Ting to tell Cui Gu to stew a wild duck with cardamom and cinnamon to nourish the young master's health.
, and then said to Mu Zhenzhen: "How can you accept the wild duck sent by your father? Yi Ting, give Zhenzhen fifty cents."
Mu Zhenzhen was so anxious that he was about to cry. He knelt down and said: "If Madam wants to calculate money, I will never dare to visit you again. In the past few days, Madam has bought all the fruits that I have not sold out, no matter whether they are good or bad. I have already bought them."
I’m very sorry, yesterday it was still half a basket—”
Zhang's mother, Mrs. Lu, said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, get up quickly, Tuting, help Zhenzhen get up." She stopped mentioning the money for the wild ducks and looked at Mu Zhenzhen up and down. The air was getting cold in the late autumn. This fallen girl
He was still wearing straw sandals. Isn't it cold? He asked Yi Ting if he had any old shoes that he didn't wear for Mu Zhenzhen to wear——
Yiting went to the room and found two pairs of old shoes, but Mu Zhenzhen couldn't wear them. Although Yiting didn't have bound feet and was several years older than Mu Zhenzhen, Mu Zhenzhen's feet were bigger.
Mu Zhenzhen has been walking barefoot since she was a child, and has only worn straw sandals in the past two years. Just running to the Xixing Canal Pier every day is more than 20 miles, and her feet are not that small.
When Mu Zhenzhen saw that her feet were bigger than Sister Yiting's, she couldn't help but lower her head. She felt very inferior. In the wealthy land of Jiangnan, foot-binding was very common. A woman's big feet represented her low status and lack of education.
Zhang's mother, Mrs. Lu, smiled and said, "You are really good at martial arts. Of course you have big feet. After I sew this winter coat, I will make you a pair of green cloth shoes."
Mu Zhenzhen shouted: "Mrs.——" She burst into tears and didn't know what to say. This girl, who had lost her mother since she was a child and had been bullied, was so grateful for receiving a little care from others that she just wanted to pour her heart out.
Take it out and repay.
Mrs. Zhang's mother, Lu, smiled and said, "It's nothing. I also like to make these. I made the shoes of Yi Ting and Tu Ting. It's just that the styles are not very new, so they can't keep up with Su's shoes."
The little girl Tu Ting went out and came in again, holding something in her hand. She handed it to Mu Zhenzhen and said, "Sister Zhenzhen, you dropped something."
Mu Zhenzhen blushed when she saw it. This was the small coiled dragon stick she had brought. When she came to see Zhang's mother, Lu left it on the corridor steps of the south building, but Tu Ting brought it in for her.
Zhang's mother, Lu, asked, "What is this really?"
Mu Zhenzhen whispered: "Little Panlong Stick, the young master said yesterday that he wanted to see it."
Zhang's mother, Lu Shi, smiled and said: "This is the Xiao Panlong Stick. Zhang Yuan also mentioned it during lunch. He wanted to watch you practice Xiao Panlong Stick. You can go to his place now. There is no need to go back in a hurry.
Your father and daughter will have dinner here."
Mu Zhen really wanted to refuse but didn't know how to say it. He had already received a lot of favors from Zhang Yuan's mother and son. Would it be hypocritical to refuse a dinner?
Mu Zhenzhen looked through the long window toward the west building and said, "Young Master is listening to a book, so don't disturb me."
Zhang's mother, Lu, said: "He listens to books in the morning and goes around in the study in the afternoon pondering the eight-part essay. I'm worried that he's fainted. You might as well let him have a rest."
Mu Zhenzhen agreed, and walked out of the south building with the small dragon stick in hand. He hesitated for a while by the patio, feeling that it was not awkward to go in like this, so he said to Tu Ting who followed him out: "Tu Ting, give it to the young master.
Pour me a cup of tea and let me take it in."
Tuting went to the tea room under the south building, turned on the charcoal fire, heated the teapot, and quickly brought out a cup of tea on a gold-painted lacquer plate. Mu Zhenzhen leaned the small dragon stick on the edge of the corridor and took the lacquered teapot.
He took the tea and entered the study room in the west building. He saw the young master with his back to the door, flipping through the book quickly, and muttering: "—— Before I have solved the problem, I will write the article; after I have solved the problem, I will write the article——"
Mu Zhenzhen stood motionless by the door holding the tea cup, for fear of startling the young master's train of thought. He saw that the young master was about to turn around and then said: "Master, here is the tea."
Zhang Yuan said "Hey": "Zhenzhen, why is it you, where is Tuting?"
The little girl with two ear-free buns rushed to the door and called "Master". She was holding a small coiled dragon stick in her hand, and the long part was still dragging on the ground.
"Ha, I really brought double cuts - no, I brought the small Panlong Stick. Very good. Let's go to the back garden and show it to me." Zhang Yuan closed the volume of "Huang Ming Shi Wen Ding" in his hand. Today
In the morning, Fan Zhen and Wu Ting read the first and second volumes of "Huang Ming Shi Wen Ding" for him. These twenty volumes of "Huang Ming Shi Wen Ding" selected the works from the 17th year of Hongwu to the 30th year of Wanli.
There are 420 excellent eight-part essays in the past two hundred years, and each article is accompanied by short comments. The selected articles focus on the period after Jiajing, and the selected articles from the Jiajing, Longqing, and Wanli dynasties account for two-thirds of the total articles.
, it is very practical and pertinent for the imperial examination, especially the comments after the essay, which is of great help to Zhang Yuan. After reading the twenty volumes, he has a thorough understanding of the evolution of the eight-part essay system over the past two hundred years, as well as the style and practice.
You will have a clear understanding——
Reading a book is beneficial, makes you feel happy, and takes a break. Combining work and rest is a long-term solution.
Zhang Yuan strode forward, and Mu Zhenzhen followed behind holding a small dragon stick. The little girl Tu Ting loved to watch the excitement, how could she miss it, so she followed him step by step.
The three of them came to the back garden. Wu Ling and Xiao Shitou were pulling some grass from the Touji River to feed the white mule Xue Jing. They were all overjoyed when they heard that Mu Zhenzhen was going to practice playing with the small coiling dragon stick. Xiao Shitou was running away.
Go and ask his brother Da Shitou to come and see him. The two brothers have long heard about Mu Zhenzhen’s fight from Wu Ling——
Mu Zhenzhen's face was red, and he was twisting the long and short dragon sticks in his hands, feeling shy and restrained.
Zhang Yuan encouraged her: "Martial arts are used for self-defense, punishing evil and promoting good. This is exactly what you are capable of. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I admire capable people the most. Zhenzhen, start practicing."
Mu Zhenzhen nodded vigorously, pursed his lips, tightened the cloth belt around his waist, held the small Panlong stick in his backhand, straightened his body instantly, held his chest in his arms and moved his back, his posture was heroic, as if he had changed into a different person in the blink of an eye.
, that humble, shy fallen girl is gone, replaced by a strong, sharp soul——
Just after hearing a scream, the shadow of the stick swung out with the sound of wind, like a shooting star chasing the moon. The tip of the stick flew ten feet away. Before the long stick could be hooked back, the wrist quickly spun, and then changed direction and struck out. In an instant, the nunchucks were circling.
Flying, the shadow of the stick is like a fan, and the wind of the stick is like a roar. Zhang Yuan is dazzled by the sight. This is not a stick dance, but every stroke is real. If the stick is hit, the muscles and bones will be broken——
Zhang's mother, Mrs. Lu, also came over. She stood at the entrance of the hall with a smile and watched Mu Zhenzhen practice the stick. Shi Shuang and his son from the small courtyard and Mu Jingyan also came to the back garden from the well. Mu Jingyan asked Zhang Yuan, mother and son.
While singing Nuo with their hands, Zhang Yuan, mother and son stared at the rolling shadow of the stick, not noticing him at all.
With another scream, the stick shadow suddenly disappeared. Mu Zhenzhen stopped holding the nunchucks in his backhand and stood upright. It seemed that he had not moved at the same place, but there was a slight sweat on his forehead, his chest heaved, and his waist was tied tightly, which made his chest appear.
A little older, this fourteen-year-old fallen girl is already curvy and slim.
"Excellent! Excellent!" Zhang Yuan clapped and praised, his warm eyes making Mu Zhen really feel embarrassed.
Zhang's mother, Lu, asked: "How many people can you really beat like this?"
This is what Wu Ling, Tu Ting and Brother Shitou are most concerned about. They all pricked up their ears——
Mu Zhenzhen bit her lip and looked at her father.
Mu Jingyan took a few steps forward and saluted Zhang's mother, Lu, with folded hands, and said: "You really did it carelessly, it made my wife laugh."
Zhang's mother, Lu, said: "How could this be random practice? It's harder to practice with two sticks than one. Zhenzhen has been dancing for so long without even hitting herself. It's amazing. Tell me, how many people did Zhenzhen hit?
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Mu Jingyan had no choice but to reply: "With bare hands, it's easy for four or five men to get close to you. If you have a small coiled dragon stick in your hand, you can hit a few more."
Little Stone asked: "Can you hit ten?"
Mu Jingyan smiled.
Da Shitou said: "More than that, Sister Zhenzhen is so powerful, I think she can beat twenty of them."
When Zhang Yuan listened to the two little brothers talking, he couldn't help but think of the Shang family's aunt and nephew whom he met on the island in the middle of the lake in Changtao Garden the day before yesterday. Shang Jinglan must say here, "Mu Zhen really has the courage that ten thousand people cannot deserve." Xiao Jinghui
Her eyes would widen with curiosity. As for Shang Danran, he couldn't guess what she would say?
Zhang Yuan planned to go to Kuaiji at the end of the month to ask Wang Siren for advice on making crafts. He wondered if he would meet Shang Danran again. Although the customs in the late Ming Dynasty were more lively and free than those in the previous generation, and there were many women traveling to the mountains and gardens, but walking around the streets of Kuaiji made him want to
It's obviously unrealistic to meet Shang Danran, well, we'll see, learning stereotypes is the most important thing.
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