At the end of August, all the rice was harvested and threshed. In the following days, the weather was fine, and people hurriedly dried the rice. By the fifth day of September, all the rice was basically dried and put into warehouses, and the autumn harvest was declared over.
And God was kind, and an autumn rain also fell in the afternoon of the next day. This autumn rain came just in time. The harvested rice fields just needed autumn planting. When this autumn rain fell, many dry rice fields could be moistened.
Taking advantage of the rain to plant wheat, it was as timely as if God had planned it.
At dusk, the city of Juchao County, shrouded in drizzle, is peaceful. The smoke from the roofs of every house is floating in the drizzle, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.
The first thing to do when harvesting new rice is to taste the taste of this year's new rice. The people spent some money to prepare wine and food. On such a rainy night, the whole family had a good meal to celebrate the success of the autumn harvest and give it a reward.
Own.
A banquet was also held in the county government office. Seven or eight tables were opened in the lobby and the courtyard outside to reward the county soldiers for their hard work during this period. Two tables were also opened in the back hall, where Li Hui, Zhou Che and everyone around them also ate.
Wine celebrates the success of the autumn harvest.
It was the first time of the lively banquet, and the new rice tasted really sweet. Li Hui and Zhou Che drank some wine and talked drunkenly for a while, before Zhou Che said goodbye and went back to rest.
Li Hui returned to the room drunkenly, and the people outside gradually became quieter. On this comfortable night with the autumn rain falling, what could be more comfortable than a good sleep?
Li Hui looked through the account book under the lamp for a while, which recorded the rice harvest after weighing. The situation was not much different from what was expected a few days ago. A total of more than 154,000 shi of rice was harvested in Juchao County, which was basically
Within the expected range, the severely affected areas in the Ruxu River Valley in Dongguan suffered considerable losses. This was due to the flood discharge area. However, adjustments will be made. The people in that area should receive compensation.
After looking through the account books for a while, Li Hui yawned, closed the account books, and sat in trance under the lamp. He could hear the patter of autumn rain outside the window, falling along the eaves, and dripping on the spring A-Zhu planted under the eaves.
The sound of ticking on the leaves of the banana tree gave rise to some strange thoughts and the urge to write something.
Although he came from a science and engineering background, Li Hui was actually a scholar at heart. In later generations, he also did a lot of writing and writing, and also had the habit of writing some essays. Until now, he has been busy running around and dealing with situations, but he rarely practices calligraphy and writing.
Something.
Li Hui found a pen and inkstone and a stack of yellow paper from the shelf, and placed them on the desk. When he picked up the pen, he found that the tip of the pen was already dry. He brought this from Wu Jun. He thought it would be used, but
It has been sitting idle on the shelf for a long time. If A-Zhu hadn't often packed these things away, they would have gathered dust.
Li Hui sighed, poured water into the inkstone and started grinding the ink, wanting to practice his calligraphy and calm down. At this moment, A-Zhu walked in holding a teapot. She had obviously just taken a bath, her bun was wet, and she still had the clothes on her body after bathing.
The aroma of soap locust.
"Master, do you want to write?" Azhu smiled.
Li Hui said with a smile: "I haven't written for a long time. I just want to practice calligraphy. Otherwise, I won't be able to write."
Ah Zhu smiled and said: "Then just write, I will grind the ink for you."
Ah Zhu couldn't help but take the ink block from Li Hui's hand and gently grind it in the inkstone. Li Hui was a little surprised to see her skillful technique.
"Can Zhu'er know how to write?" Li Hui asked.
"I can only write a little, but my mother can write a lot. She writes often, so she asks me to help grind the ink." Ah Zhu said with a smile.
"Oh? Your mother is not simple, she can actually write. Didn't you say that your family is a home of ordinary people? How come your mother can write?" Li Hui asked curiously.
Ah Zhu stopped, lowered his head, thought for a moment, and said softly: "I don't know the reason either."
Li Hui could tell that A-Zhu didn’t want to talk, so he didn’t ask any more questions. Li Hui asked about A-Zhu’s life experience, but what A-Zhu said every time was unclear. The last time he was in front of A-Zhu’s mother’s grave, Li Hui asked
I vaguely heard some of A-Zhu's inner thoughts and heard some things about her mother, which seemed to have hidden secrets. But since A-Zhu refused to tell, Li Hui certainly didn't want to force her.
Li Hui was sitting aside drinking tea, Ah Zhu was gently rubbing ink. The autumn rain was falling outside the window, and the raindrops were ticking on the banana leaves. Everything was peaceful and comfortable, which gave Li Hui a feeling of reading at night with red sleeves fragrant.
Especially A-Zhu, with her hair loosely held up after bathing, her delicate pretty face half-dark under the candlelight, and a strand of hair hanging in front of her eyes, there was a small alluring beauty that Li Hui had not noticed on weekdays.
Li Hui couldn't help but feel a little distraught, but when he thought that Azhu was only fifteen years old, he quickly warned himself to be a human being. Even in this era, fifteen is already the age for girls to get married, and Li Hui still has a psychological obstacle.
Cuddling and kissing is already a crime, so you must not do anything else. What you need to do is at least wait until Ah Zhu is older.
Ah Zhu raised his head and glanced at Li Hui. Seeing Li Hui staring at him with squinted eyes, he smiled and said: "Master, the ink is polished. You can write."
Li Hui got up and walked to the desk, picked up a piece of yellow paper, laid it out, and pressed it down with a ruler. He grabbed a brush and lightly soaked it in the inkstone. He hovered the pen on the paper for a moment, and then wrote "Zhu'er"
'Two words.
Ah Zhu laughed and said, "Why are you writing my name?"
Li Huidao: "Can't I write it?"
Azhu smiled and said: "Of course you can write it. Young master's handwriting is very beautiful."
Li Hui wrote seven or eight words in a row, such as "Zhu'er is beautiful," "Zhu'er is very good," "Zhu'er is cute," and other meaningless words. A-Zhu looked on and blushed, wanting to say something, but because of shyness
Refuse to say.
Li Hui felt that the pen tip was softer, his wrist was more flexible, and the feeling of writing was better, so he changed a piece of paper and laid it out. Ah Zhu took the paper filled with words of praise for himself and put it aside.
"What are you writing about? I originally wanted to write something, but when you came here, I suddenly didn't know what to write." Li Huixuan said with a smile.
Azhu said: "Then shall I go?"
Li Hui smiled and said: "It's just a joke. I just wanted to write a poem, please let me sort out my thoughts."
Ah Zhu nodded and said nothing, while Li Hui frowned and thought. The room was very quiet, the autumn rain was pattering outside the window, and there seemed to be the sound of running water in the small ditch under the eaves.
Li Hui began to write, and the brush moved on the rough paper, making a slight rustling sound, and a poem jumped out on the paper.
Ah Zhu tilted her head and read softly: "The autumn rain is heavy and the night is late. The lights in the small window are like poetry. Outside the curtain, Ba Jiao whispers softly, just like when Wu Jun is sleeping."
Li Hui put down his pen and said with a smile: "How did it go?"
Azhu praised: "It's very good. Are you homesick, Master? Bajiao whispers softly outside the curtain, just like when Wu Jun is sleeping in a dream. Don't these two lines of poems remind you of your mother and the others?"
Li Hui smiled and said, "That's what I mean."
Ah Zhu said: "Young master is really talented. He wrote such a good poem as soon as he spoke. The handwriting is also very good. Alas, Ah Zhu can't write well, so he will never be able to write such a good poem in his life."
Li Huidao: "Isn't it easy to write? Writing poetry is more difficult, but you have to start with writing and literacy. I see that you know a lot of characters. If you want to learn to write, I will teach you."
Azhu said happily: "Young master, are you serious about teaching me? My mother said that it is useless to learn these things. She regrets that she knows how to read and how to write."
Li Hui asked involuntarily: "Then why?"
Ah Zhu stopped talking again and was quietly in a daze.
Li Hui smiled and stopped asking any more questions. Just when he was about to pick up the pen and write again, A-Zhu suddenly said softly: "Master, if A-Zhu tells you something about my mother, you won't look down on my mother or look down on A-Zhu."
Pearl bar?"
Li Hui said in surprise: "Where do you start talking about this?"
Azhu said softly: "Actually...my father is not my father."
Li Hui smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to touch Ah Zhu's forehead and said: "It's amazing, you little thing must be drunk, why are you talking nonsense?"
Ah Zhu did not joke, but whispered a story that stunned Li Hui.
It turned out that Azhu's mother was born in a small gentry family in Chenliu County, Yan State. She had been educated and literate since she was a child. When she was sixteen years old, Azhu's mother followed her father to visit friends in Yecheng, and met a man in the market of Yecheng.
He was a noble gentleman. Seeing the beauty of Azhu's mother, the noble gentleman came up to talk to her. He took Azhu's mother to visit Yecheng for three days.
In just three days, Azhu's mother fell hopelessly in love with Mr. Guijie.
When she was about to leave Yecheng, A-Zhu's mother secretly had a tryst with Mr. Guijie. After hearing Mr. Guijie's soft words, A-Zhu's mother muddleheadedly committed herself to him. Mr. Guijie promised that soon
Later, he will go to Chenliu to find her and propose marriage to her father.
A few months later, Azhu's mother did not wait for Mr. Guijie's arrival, but found out that she was pregnant. So she secretly went to Yecheng to find Mr. Guijie. When she found his house, she found that he was already married.
, there are many wives and concubines at home.
The young master wanted A-Zhu's mother to stay, but A-Zhu's mother couldn't stand this kind of deception, let alone the fact that he had a large group of women, so she refused to stay. After returning to Chenliu, her belly became bigger and bigger.
I couldn't hide it, it made a big fuss, and everyone looked at me and laughed at me.
Her father wanted A-Zhu’s mother to abort the fetus in her belly, but A-Zhu’s mother refused. So, her father kicked her out of the house and severed ties with her. A-Zhu’s mother had nowhere to live and lived in the mountains.
When she was almost dead, she was saved by a woodcutter and gave birth to a child in the woodcutter's home. Azhu's mother was grateful for the woodcutter's care, but had nowhere to live, so she finally married the woodcutter.
After Azhu softly told this incident, Li Hui was surprised. It turned out that Azhu's mother had such an experience. It was really a tortuous, bizarre and sad past.
"Young master, you asked A'Zhu about his life experience before, but A'Zhu refused to tell me. That's why. This is not a glorious thing. I told you because I'm afraid that you will look down on me. The child in my mother's belly is A'Zhu.