Chapter 26 Go to class again
The journey was uneventful. When I got home, it was just about time for dinner. My mother, Mrs. Chen, was waiting anxiously at the gate and saw herself riding a scalper. It was only when I came that my mother's worries were put to rest.
During dinner, only the eldest aunt happily asked about Zhu Pingjun's private school, whether Jun'er performed well in the private school, did the master praise you, what did he learn in the private school, and so on. Zhu Pingjun did not disappoint her. He boasted about how well I performed in the private school and how well I got on with my classmates. My master treated me well and even praised me because I studied hard and studied hard in the private school. I’ve learned the characters, I’ve recognized four characters, don’t make it too simple or something like that.
Every time Zhu Pingjun said something, the aunt's eyebrows would fly with joy.
Zhu Ping'an could only complain speechlessly while eating the pickled vegetables. He didn't know what his eldest aunt would think if she knew that Brother Jun fell asleep on the table and drooled on the first day of school. Of course, he I won’t do anything to expose the bad guys. Master has already punished Brother Jun. If Brother Jun knows his mistakes and can correct them, Master has taught him enough. If Brother Jun is stubborn, it will be useless no matter what he says, and the aunt and others will think that they are jealous of Brother Jun.
The pickled vegetables at home are all hand-pickled by my grandmother. I have to say that although my grandmother is partial, her pickled vegetables are excellent.
Radish strips and cucumber strips are as delicate as jade, fresh in color, sweet and sour, crispy, mellow and refreshing, with unique and mouth-watering flavors.
After all these days, this plate of pickles has accompanied Zhu Ping'an in his rice and porridge. Without it, the food would not be as tasty.
“It’s better to see Zhu’er eating well.” The third aunt couldn’t help but praise Zhu Pingan as she watched Zhu Pingan eat and drink porridge.
"So, I was right to let Xie'er herd the cows." The eldest aunt was praising Zhu Pingjun in high spirits. After being interrupted by the third aunt, she looked unhappy. How could the children of the second brother's family do this? Compared with his own children, he just herds cows and digs in the soil, but his own children want to study and become the number one scholar.
The mother, Mrs. Chen, looked unhappy, but she didn't want to get angry. The grandmother was watching eagerly from the side, so she had to vent her anger on Zhu's father, one, two, three, pinching Zhu's father with teeth and cracked mouth.
Not to mention what everyone did after dinner, just say that after dinner, Zhu Pingan went to the cowshed with scissors like a thief, and after a while he held a handful of yellow in his hand. Oxtail Mao walked out happily.
Putting the scissors back in place, Zhu Pingan cut off a piece of bamboo as thick as a finger, stuck his buttocks in the water and stuffed the oxtail hair into the bamboo pole.
This job is difficult. The oxtail hair is stuffed in, but I don’t know how to fix it. When I touch it with my hand, it either falls off or shrinks into the bamboo pole.
"Stop playing with the water, you son. The water is cold at night. Go back to your room to rest early." After walking around in the yard, my grandmother saw Zhu Ping'an playing with bamboo in the basin and thought he was It's just fun.
"I know, grandma." Zhu Pingan agreed.
Grandma urged me again and then went back to her room.
Father Zhu came following the sound and saw his youngest son sticking out his butt and playing in the water. He couldn't help but walked forward, holding one arm on his shoulder with one hand, riding a big horse just like his father teased his son when he was a child.
Zhu Ping'an was pressing the ox's tail hair when he suddenly flew up after being hugged and resisted by Zhu's father, almost frightening him away.
Seeing that Zhu Pingan was holding bamboo poles and ox tail hairs, Zhu's father couldn't help but curiously asked the reason. When he found out that Zhu Pingan was going to make a writing brush, he felt guilty and funny at the same time. What makes me feel guilty is that I don’t have the ability to support my son’s education. What’s funny is that this stupid boy actually wants to make his own calligraphy brush, which is how calligraphy is done. If you don't have the ability to provide your son with education, then you can make a writing brush for him to play with.
After making up his mind, Zhu's father took the initiative to make a writing brush and give it to Zhu Ping'an.
Zhu Ping'an raised his little face and looked at Zhu's father with some disbelief. Zhu's father had never studied, so how could he make a calligraphy brush.
“When your uncle was studying when he was a child, I often went to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone store to buy brushes and ink for your uncle. Over time, I got to know the guys there, and I learned how to use them myself. Making brushes can save some money for the family, but your uncle is older and doesn't need the brushes I made. But my skills have not fallen behind over the years." Father Zhu seemed to be thinking about his childhood. Sad.
In this era of the Ming Dynasty, there were only two meals, the morning meal and the feeding. The morning meal was around eight o'clock, and the feeding was around five o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhu Pingan went to herd cattle again after eating the morning meal.
"Hey, why am I looking at our cow? It's a bit weird there." The fourth aunt frowned and said to herself when Zhu Ping'an rode the old scalper out.
Isn’t it strange that a piece of the cow’s tail was cut off?
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan quickly guided the old scalper and walked out the door. If the fourth aunt saw that she had cut off the cow's tail, I don't know what trouble would happen.
I went to herd cows today. In addition to yesterday's things, Zhu Ping'an also brought a small bamboo basket with a narrow top and a thick bottom, a writing brush and a black-painted A4 paper-sized wooden board. This wooden board is The piece of wood found in the kitchen house may have been part of some furniture in the past. After the furniture was broken and rebuilt, the wooden board was thrown into the woodshed as firewood after it became useless.
The brush and wooden board are used to practice calligraphy. Use a bamboo tube to hold some river water. The brush dipped in water can be used to practice calligraphy on the black painted wooden board in a short time. It can be recycled indefinitely and saves ink and paper. Kill multiple birds with one stone.
The small bamboo basket that is narrow at the top and thick at the bottom is used for fishing. Last night, I pestered Father Zhu to tell stories about the fishing method.
It was still early, the sun was just right, neither too hot nor too hot, so Zhu Pingan rode the ox to the school. The cow's hooves stepped across the single-plank bridge and came to the hillside. The grass was still green, but the lolita from yesterday was gone.
Zhu Pingan now hit a bamboo tube by the river, and then led the old scalper to the bamboo forest halfway up the hillside. He changed the old scalper to a tree and tied it to a tree so that it could eat fresh tender grass. It can give the grass that was eaten by cattle yesterday a chance to cultivate and regenerate.
Bring on your own teaching equipment, walk through the bamboo forest, come outside the school again, find an inconspicuous corner, and sit down for the teaching lesson.
The time was just right. The children’s morning reading had just ended. After asking a few questions about the children, the master was about to start a new day of teaching. (End of chapter)