Wu Jin wanted Wu Yi to go to the Mongolian School and start reading - books are like medicine, and good reading can cure stupidity.
He has three taels of silver a month. If he spends it frugally, he can feed his family of four for a month. But he is very poor. In the afternoon, his mother-in-law makes cakes at home. After class, he and Wu Yi go to sell cakes, and the money they get can be used
Come and pay for renting a house and paying for pen and ink.
Wu's father and Wu's mother thought about it for a long time and thought that it was urgent to study.
Wu Jin ate a coarse grain steamed bun, changed into short brown clothes, squatted down and shouldered the pancake basket, his thin clothes wrapped around his back, his spine seemed to be like a string of beads, and he could tell he was thin without even touching it. He was used to having a basket full of pancakes on his shoulders.
Yes, but the veins on his forehead also popped out.
Wu Yi knelt on the ground, feeling sour after seeing it, and burst into tears: "Brother, I was wrong, I will sell cakes with you."
Wu Jin said nothing, looked at him deeply, picked up the cake basket and walked away.
There were so many cakes on this trip that he couldn't even sell them all on Yuhua Street alone. He walked through the streets and went to the night market to hawk. His mouth was dry and his throat was smoking from shouting, but he just rested against the elm tree.
He drank some water in the fire escape tank again and continued selling.
After selling the cakes, he hurried home. Shishi Street was also quiet with no lights. He opened the wooden door of his home and saw that Wu Yi was still kneeling in the same place and Wu's mother was sitting on the stone steps, using the moonlight to give
People wash their clothes.
"Auntie, go and have a rest, it hurts your eyes."
Wu's mother looked at Wu Yi, not knowing what to do with her little son.
Wu Jin put down the cake basket: "Mom, it's late at night. You can go to sleep."
"Are you hungry? Let me fry you an egg?" Wu Mu stood up and wiped her hands.
"I'm not hungry. You can go to bed. I have to go to bed too. I have to go to Mo Mansion tomorrow."
Only then did Wu's mother remember that she had never asked Wu Jin how his life was in Mo's Mansion. When he was about to speak, Wu Jin had already said, "The husband in Mo's Mansion couldn't be better, and the food is good."
He pushed Wu's mother back to rest, then turned to look at Wu Yi: "Second brother, get up and take a shower."
Wu Yi stood up from the ground tremblingly. His legs were as numb as needles. He walked to Wu Jin and timidly called out: "Brother..."
Wu Jin didn't answer, but scooped out a basin of water, put it in front of him, and soaked the towel in it.
Wu Yi quickly knelt down, twisted the handkerchief, washed his face and hands, then took off his shoes and socks, and washed his feet.
Two thin soles of feet stepped on the ground, red with cold, and the whole person trembled. He sat down on the stone steps again, wiped his feet dry in a hurry, pulled on his shoes and stood up, waiting for Wu Jin.
"Go inside and sleep." Wu Jin didn't look at him.
He quickly went into the house.
Wu Jin changed the water, squatted down, and washed himself clean. When he stood up, his vision suddenly turned black, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and stood still, put down the washbasin towel, walked to the kitchen, took a fire from the stove and lit a lamp, returned to the house, laid out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote today's diary.
"March 25, the 20th year of Yuanzhang..."
Wu Yi poked his head out to look at Wu Jin. Under the dim light, Wu Jin sometimes wrote quickly and sometimes thought hard. Even if he was extremely tired, his body shape was always upright.
He lay back again, closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep. He listened with both ears.
The room was very quiet, and he could hear the rustling sound of the pen falling on the paper. This sound sounded every night, but tonight it was especially frightening to him - he knew that Wu Jin was writing a diary, so would he also write the diary?
Did he write down the money he stole in his diary?
Eight-year-old Wu Yi was lying on the bed, as if a boiling pot was boiling in her mind, fearing that other people would see this daily recording.
He was ashamed and uneasy. Suddenly his face became hot with shame. He tossed and turned, not daring to sleep. He felt that he would never be able to go out to meet people again. The scenes of stealing money, being caught, and being punished by kneeling were all going through his mind, making him unaware.
How to face the ridicule of friends tomorrow.
Drowsily, he somehow fell asleep until dawn. When he woke up, Wu Jin was no longer at home.
Thinking of what happened yesterday, his face started to burn again. He jumped up, pulled on his shoes, ran to Wu Jin's cage, and opened it to take a look.
Inside were Wu Jin's clothes, and the diary was at the top. He picked up one and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't understand it - he didn't know a single word.
The more he couldn't understand, the more flustered he became, and he didn't dare to touch Wu Jin's things. He closed the box in despair, and he became curious - what was written on the stack of papers?
Wu Jin didn't know Wu Yi's thoughts. After rushing to Mo's house, he ate a bowl of heavy noodles. Seeing that his husband hadn't arrived yet, he lay on the table and fell asleep, but fell asleep unknowingly - when the rooster crows,
Wu's father suddenly suffered from phlegm. He helped Wu's father pat the phlegm, change his clothes and pour urine. He only slept for two hours that night.
In his sleep, he suddenly found himself in the examination room of the FAQ.
In the fall exam last year, he was admitted to the state school in the spring and did not take the FAJI exam. He only went outside the exam room and never saw the scene in the exam hall. However, in the dream, he was alone, carrying pens, ink and other things.
, standing outside the Guanxi Bridge Gongyuan, anxious.
He came late.
He was too tired, but no matter how tired he was, he shouldn't sleep late at this critical moment. It was already past the time to take the exam, so what should he do?
The expectant eyes of his family instantly poured into his swollen head, leaving him at a loss as he entered the unoccupied door.
After the gate, the public houses on the left and right sides were very quiet. There were many dark shadows in the Mi Feng Office and the Transcript Office. No one saw him. He didn't dare to let others see him, and he hoped that someone would spare him.
Three years, if you missed it, you would have to wait another three years. The sky turned gray. He was anxious, regretful and painful - how could he fall asleep? He should be awake, always awake, always awake, working tirelessly and diligently.
Be diligent!
He quietly entered the middle gate, and no examiner noticed him. As if he were a thief, he looked at the question posted in the room, "Listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines." Then he looked at the examination rooms in the east and west corridors, and found an empty partition at the end.
Take a seat.
There was already Fuchun bamboo paper for the exam on the table. He quickly prepared his pen and ink, held his own chicken quill pen, and thought hard.
For a long time, the paper was empty and no pen was written. He was extremely anxious and thought that he must not be good at posting poems, otherwise he couldn't write a single word.
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Coincidentally, at this time, there was thunder on the ground, and the curtains and rolls hanging in the place suddenly rose up and blew loudly. A drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose, giving him a sudden chill.
Then the rain got heavier and the place was filled with water vapor. He thought for a moment, and when he was about to lower his head and write the second sentence, he suddenly saw that the paper was wet, and all the ink marks on it were scattered and blurred.
It was quiet all around, and everyone else was answering quietly, but he was frightened and restless. His clothes also became damp, and they clung to his body with wetness. It was very uncomfortable. Everything in front of him became blurry, and only ten people were left
Countless pairs of eyes on Shijie were densely packed throughout the examination room, all looking at him with their gazes.
Suddenly, there was another thunder. He opened his eyes and looked at the long table in front of him. He couldn't recover for a long time.
It suddenly started raining heavily outside, thunder was rolling, and the sky was dim.