When Pearl saw the porridge, she couldn't walk and looked at it eagerly. Wei Yingluo was actually very hungry. They were in a hurry yesterday and didn't eat dinner. There were steamed buns in the bag, but they were already frozen to the touch.
It hurts my hands to touch it, let alone bite it, and my teeth will probably pop.
But she is different from Zhenzhu. Zhenzhu has a poor background, and her biggest pursuit is to have enough food and clothing. Wei Yingluo is not like this. She has read books, understands etiquette, justice and shame, and her self-esteem prevents her from asking for food.
She thought she could do it.
When she said last night that she would be a beggar at worst, she really meant that. But at this moment, looking at the porridge in the pot, she really couldn't open her mouth.
Wei Yingluo went to pull Pearl's hand, wanting to take her away. She pulled her but didn't pull because Pearl's eyes were already straight and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Watching the fire next to him was a bricklayer who was about fifty years old. Among this group of craftsmen, he was considered a small foreman. His surname was Dong, and everyone called him "Old Dong". He raised his head and looked at the clothes of the two girls in front of him.
It's obvious that the lady is bringing a maid. Logically speaking, it doesn't look like she can't afford to eat. But what's going on with the maid? Why is she drooling?
This bricklayer also came from a bitter background and knew what it felt like to be hungry. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Girls, if you don't mind, would you like a drink?"
"Is it really okay?" Pearl moved when she heard the sound, shook off Wei Yingluo's hand, leaned over, took the bamboo spoon from Lao Dong's hand as if she were familiar with it, and said: "Uncle, I won't eat your food in vain.
Porridge, let me help you. I’m the best at making porridge, so it’s no problem to leave it to me. Just rest.”
The old Dong couldn't compete with her, so he had to let her work. Wei Yingluo looked at Zhenzhu's unpromising look and was so angry that she almost shed tears. She wanted to leave, but when she left the Wei Mansion, Zhenzhu was beside her.
This close person, she didn't know what to do without Pearl.
But if she were to be like Pearl, working close to the pot and waiting for a mouthful of porridge, she would still be embarrassed.
Neither leaving nor staying, Wei Yingluo stood about five meters away from Pearl, looking at her eagerly. Seeing this, the other bricklayers couldn't help but point at her, just guessing where this was.
The young lady was so hungry that she put on airs and so on. Although her voice was not loud, at such a close distance, Wei Yingluo could still hear half of a sentence, and her face turned red with embarrassment.
After a while, the porridge was cooked. Pearl took up her old business, the same place, the same job, but the people changed. In the past, the porridge was given to beggars, but now it is divided to the craftsmen. Pearl does have her own way of cooking porridge.
She has good skills and a good grasp of fire, at least much better than Lao Dong. Moreover, she has a cheerful personality and is willing to work. With her mature personality, she quickly gained the love of the craftsmen.
Wei Yingluo looked at it from a distance, feeling inferior for no reason and lowered her head.
She originally thought that Pearl would be a burden to her if she left home and went out to work. Now she realizes that it was her who was the burden, but it was Pearl who could live a good life away from home.
"Miss," she was thinking wildly when she suddenly heard Pearl's voice. Wei Yingluo raised her head and saw Pearl holding an earthen pot with porridge in it. She handed over a spoon and said with a smile: "Miss, this
It's the leftover porridge, you eat it first, and I'll eat the rest later."
It turns out the pearl was for me!
Wei Yingluo couldn't control her tears all of a sudden, and they fell. Pearl was frightened. She had grown up with Wei Yingluo, and taking care of Wei Yingluo had become her habit. She was told to eat first, but Pearl didn't think anything was wrong.
I don’t understand why Wei Yingluo is crying.
She quickly put the earthen pot on the ground, rolled up her sleeves to help Wei Yingluo wipe her tears, and said: "Miss, are you homesick? If you are homesick, let's go back. If the master punishes you, Pearl will bear the burden for you.
"
Wei Yingluo shook her head and said: "Zhenzhu, I can't go back. But... I have a way to prevent you from suffering like this. Let's go after a while."
Pearl blinked her eyes and said in confusion: "Where are we going?"
"You'll know later." Wei Yingluo returned the spoon to Pearl and said, "You eat first, I'm not hungry yet."
"Miss……"
"You eat first!"
"Oh..." Pearl knew Wei Yingluo's temper and was very stubborn. Since she said she wouldn't eat, she wouldn't eat first. Pearl had no choice but to take the spoon, hug the earthen pot and start eating.
Wei Yingluo squatted under the wall, in a daze. Although she had just made a decision to ask Li Mu for help, Wei Yingluo still had a problem in her heart if she really wanted to do this.
I got acquainted with Li Mu and saw his arrogance and literary talent. Then I saw his frivolous Mrs. Peony in the corner of the world. Li Mu's image suddenly turned into a scumbag again. But this scumbag, he was willing to give a small stone
They want to help them. Such a caring person should be considered a good person.
But he tied himself to the pillar again, and still tied himself in such a shameful manner, and said such impudent words, what did he mean?
Does he like me?
If I go to him for help, will he help me?
He and his father are on the same page, will his father accept him?
What girl doesn't miss spring, but it's just that she hasn't missed spring yet. Wei Yingluo, a girl, opened her heart to Li Mu without even realizing it.
"Here we go, I bought the newspaper!"
Suddenly there was a shout, and a young craftsman ran into the crowd with a copy of Datang Daily in his hand. He handed the Datang Daily to the old director who had just watched the fire, and said anxiously: "Uncle, take a look, today there are
Is it a big deal?"
"Yes, uncle, you are the only one among us who knows a few words. Come and see what big event is going on today."
"Oh, I...I don't even know a few words." Old Dong took the newspaper and seemed not very confident, but since the others were illiterate, he had no choice but to read it.
He unfolded the newspaper and read it while sighing with "um" and "ah". The people next to him were extremely anxious. The young craftsman who bought the newspaper was the most anxious and couldn't help but urged: "Uncle, you were the one yesterday."
Speaking of literacy, I just bought it this morning. You should read it, what does it say in the newspaper?"
Old Dong smiled bitterly and said: "To be honest, I only know three words, that is my name..."
"How could you lie to me?" The young craftsman immediately quit his job, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me my money back!"
"Hey... don't worry, I'll ask a newspaper reader to read it to you later, okay?"
When Wei Yingluo heard this, she stood up and walked over, saying, "Uncle, I can read, or... I'll read it to you."
"You read the newspaper to us?" Old Dong looked at Wei Yingluo, seemed to hesitate, and said: "Miss, although I don't know what is going on with you, I can see that you are not an ordinary person... How dare we
I’ll use you to read the newspaper!”
Wei Yingluo smiled slightly and said: "Uncle, you gave us porridge to drink, and I have to repay you. Then come over here and I will read it to you."
"This..." Old Dong was still hesitating, but the others couldn't wait any longer. They were illiterate, but their thirst for news was the same. When they were in the craftsman's workshop, someone from the Ministry of Industry read newspapers regularly, and now they come to Guangde
It was hard to find a newspaper reader in the workshop. I finally caught one, but how could I let him go? The young craftsman who came back from buying the newspaper took the newspaper from the old Dong, held it in both hands and handed it to Wei Yingluo, with a smile on his face.
With a simple and honest smile: "Girl, please. If you are a little tired, please read what the headlines say first."
Wei Yingluo nodded and unfolded the newspaper. Suddenly her eyes narrowed and she saw that the headline on the front page turned out to be an article.
The article is not surprising. Datang Daily publishes articles every day to inform about national events. But today’s article is a policy essay about how to be a teacher. Looking at the signature, it turns out to be written by Li Mu!
He also knows how to be a teacher?
"Girl, are you going to read?"
"Oh..." Wei Yingluo quickly collected her energy and said, "Today's front page headline is an article about Zhu Luhou."
"The Marquis's article? Girl, read it quickly! You can read the Marquis's article carefully!"
Hearing this, all the craftsmen were as excited as if they had been given blood. Wei Yingluo looked at these people and wondered, is Li Mu so important in their hearts? And this is an article on being a teacher.
After reading Zhidao’s article, no one present seemed to be able to understand it.
Wei Yingluo cleared her throat and said, "Listen well, this article is about the way to be a teacher, and it's called "Teacher's Theory"."
"Scholars in ancient times must have teachers. Teachers, so they preach and learn karma to solve doubts. People are not born with knowledge, how can they be free from doubts? If you are confused and do not follow the teacher, you will be confused and will never be able to understand. Before I was born,
He heard the Tao before me, and I learned from him; after he was born after me, he also heard the Tao before me, and I learned from him. I learned the Tao, and you don’t know who was born after me at that time?
Therefore, there is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists..."
The more Wei Yingluo thought about it, the more frightened she became. She originally thought that Li Mu's policy theory as a teacher would be nonsense. But now after reading the first paragraph, she can conclude based on these few sentences that Li Mu's policy theory skills are not weak at all.
As for his poems, every sentence is reasonable and there is not a word of nonsense piled up with rhetoric!
Unknowingly, Wei Yingluo fell into a trance and continued to read without raising her head: "Oh! It's been a long time since the teacher's teachings were taught! I want others to..."
"Girl, please wait a moment."
"Huh?" Wei Yingluo raised her head and saw that it was Lao Dong who was speaking, with a stunned expression. Everyone else looked the same, and she couldn't help but wonder: "Uncle, what's wrong? Can't you hear me clearly?"
"No, no, you heard me clearly, we all heard you clearly, it's just..." Old Dong rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassedly: "You heard me clearly, but we can't understand... Girl, please do me a favor
, can you explain to me what the Marquis means by saying this?"
"Okay." Wei Yingluo smiled, then went back and started from the beginning: "Scholars in ancient times must have teachers. Teachers, so they can preach, learn, and solve doubts. The meaning of these two sentences is that people who studied in ancient times must have teachers.
.A teacher is someone who teaches principles, teaches academics, and answers difficult questions..."
When Wei Yingluo explained it like this, the craftsmen understood. They all raised their heads and listened to Wei Yingluo's words. They didn't dare to breathe, and they even forgot to start work.