Chapter 5 Furong Tent Warmer
Old Mrs. Zhu was silent for a moment before she slowly spoke, "My dear, my family really doesn't have enough money to educate Jun'er now."
Auntie Wu wanted to fight for it, but the uncle pulled her hand under the table and signaled with his eyes, and the aunt nodded reluctantly.
Because Zhu Ping'an is young and short, he happened to see his uncle's little moves under the table and got to know him better. He is a very thoughtful uncle.
Yes, uncle! The way to go to a private school in a neighboring village is no longer feasible. I still have an uncle at home. Although the uncle failed to pass the exam, he is still familiar with poetry and books. If he follows and learns traditional Chinese characters, wouldn't he be able to save the country through a curve?
"Then can I learn from uncle Meng?" Zhu Pingan asked, raising his little face and stretching out his little paws.
The uncle of the Zhu family did not speak, so the eldest aunt stopped and gave Zhu Pingan a lesson, educating and criticizing him, "Xiao Zhi, your uncle still has to study for the exam. He wishes he could be a teacher for two days every day. Come and read, I don’t have time to teach you how to read and read. You can’t afford to suffer from delaying your uncle’s success in the scholar examination!”
In short, the eldest aunt looked disgusted! She looked very much like Wang Dachui's mother-in-law.
"I will wait until my uncle passes the examination to become a scholar, and then I will enlighten you." The uncle of the Zhu family spoke much more pleasantly than the eldest aunt, but they both meant the same thing, refuse, one was blunt, the other was tactful, there was no difference.
Although I am young now, I am not relying on you to learn. I am just looking for a reason to slowly show off my knowledge.
If you wait until you become a scholar, the day lily will be cold. If what I saw just now when I entered the door was due to luck, then I guess it would be impossible for my uncle to become a scholar in a short time. Although the white luck pillar on the uncle's head is richer than that of other people in the family, it is still white. White represents Bai Ding, and white represents the energy of ordinary people. To achieve success, green is the official spirit.
Zhu Pingan complained silently.
Although the food was not delicious, in the spirit of the glory of economy and the shame of waste, Zhu Pingan still ate the pancakes and the porridge in the bowl cleanly, and even licked the bowl a few times. Who can barely call myself a chubby kid?
Zhu Pingan's good appetite is in sharp contrast to Zhu Pingjun, the picky uncle opposite.
"The second son's family, go and serve half a bowl of porridge to the little pig." Although the old man favored the eldest and youngest family, he was still very protective of his own children. Seeing Zhu Ping'an eating like this, he There was also satisfaction on his face, for fear of starving the child.
Whenever this happens, my mother, Mrs. Chen, always looks proud.
At the end of the dinner, someone called at the door. A message came from the town, saying that the grandfather's family was going to join his son who was doing business in the south, and he would not be able to come to worship his ancestors during the Chinese New Year. Therefore, after three days, you have to come and pay homage to the ancestral graves and say goodbye to your ancestors.
Mr. Zhu’s family has three brothers and sisters. Mr. Zhu is the youngest son, and one of his sisters is married to the town. The eldest grandfather has been working as an apprentice in the town since he was a child, and he also moved to the town after he got married.
Although the two places are separated, we can always see each other during festivals or going to the market.
Now that Mr. Zhu heard that his eldest brother was moving to the south and it would be difficult to see him again, he couldn't help but sigh, and went back to his room without eating.
After the old man left, Mrs. Zhu was worried about him and followed him to persuade him. Everyone dispersed one after another and went back to their homes.
The news that the uncle’s family is moving to the south has little impact on the family except Mr. Zhu. After all, after the uncle’s family moved to the town, although their relationship was not that good, the relationship was not that good. It's so close, at most it's like losing a place to stay in town.
The Zhu Family Courtyard is somewhat similar to the modern Siheyuan in old Beijing, except that it is slightly wider and more complex. It is divided into the main house and wing rooms on both sides. There is a well in the yard, and the main house has three rooms. In the big room, one is used as the living room, one is the bedroom where Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu rest, and the other is the residence of the uncle's family. There is a wing on each side. The east wing on the left is where Zhu Ping'an's family lives. The west wing on the right is half larger than the east wing and is separated in the middle. The third aunt's family and the fourth aunt's family live separately. In addition, there is a stove room and a woodshed on the side of the courtyard wall near the gate.
The moon is sparse, and there is an oil lamp burning in the room on the left. The light is as big as a broad bean. The light is relatively dim, not as bright as the moonlight shining through the window. Although the wing room was not bare-walled, there was nothing of value. However, Mrs. Chen kept the room clean and tidy, and the household items were also arranged in an orderly manner.
Mother Chen was sitting at the table mending Zhu Ping'an's trousers in the dim light, while his father was sitting aside doing some simple carpentry work.
Biting off the thread, Mrs. Chen put the clothes in her hand next to Zhu Ping'an, "Try to see if it fits!"
"It fits, it definitely fits, what I made will definitely fit. Mom, you are so kind." ." Zhu Pingan grinned, his mouth as sweet as if it were covered with honey. My protest finally took effect, and I finally don’t have to wear crotchless pants anymore.
"The little bastard is so sweet-tongued. I owed it to your grandfathers in my previous life!" The mother complained, but her love could not be concealed.
"There is no light during the day, and we are wasting gas and busy at night."
Grandma passed by the window and saw the lights in the east and west wings and couldn't help but yell a few words, these daughters-in-law are all We are such a prodigal family, we spend a lot of money on oil. If I had saved myself from using oil lamps at night, I would have had enough money to pay for my eldest grandson’s education.
"Oh, I got it, mother, put out the oil lamp now." Father Zhu Shouyi replied immediately.
I still have other clothes that I haven’t mended yet. My mother, Mrs. Chen, gave my father a hard look in anger. My father just smiled innocently, which made my mother stare at my father with anger.
"Smile, smile, you know how to giggle. Your wife and children have been bullied to death by your mother, and you can only giggle!" Mother Chen couldn't stand the limp look of her father, so she went up and put force on his arm. pinched it.
Zhu Shouyi was a strong farmer. Chen's pinching had no effect on him at all. He still had a silly smile on his face, like a punch on cotton, which made Chen very angry.
"I am really unlucky for eight lifetimes to marry you!" Chen's angry finger stabbed Zhu Shouyi hard on the forehead.
"It took me eight lifetimes of virtue to marry such a good wife like you."
Zhu Shouyi usually looks like a dull farmer, but what he can say now is of a very high level, which suddenly refreshes Zhu Ping'an's mind. Regarding this cheap father's views, it turns out that his father, who is even more dull than Guo Jing, also has a sweet-talking side. Otherwise, how could he marry such a good woman like his mother.
Ms. Chen’s face turned red. She is not shy when she is old, and she is not afraid of bringing up bad children!
Looking at the beauties under the lamp, especially the shy side of the fierce Chen, Zhu Shouyi was stunned for a moment.
"Brother, I'm so sleepy." Zhu Ping'an laughed and took his eldest brother, who was meticulously weaving a bamboo basket, to the small bedroom separated by wooden boards in the wing to rest.
Um, now it’s not suitable for children. (End of this chapter)