Chapter 47 Xiu Mu
While walking to the school, Zhu Ping'an was thinking about one thing besides thinking about the unscientific nature of the sinister little lolita. This is the third time I have seen luck, which is enough to prove that I am not hallucinating. Is there anything in common with these three times of seeing luck? I can't be so passive. This ability is already useless.
The first time was when we were having dinner at home, the second time was when we were worshiping our ancestors, and the third time was when we just wanted to teach the venomous little Lolita a lesson. The three times had nothing in common. Moreover, there is no pattern at all in these three days. Zhu Pingan shook his head and sighed, no, they have something in common. Zhu Pingan suddenly paused. Every time I see luck, it seems to be related to my mental activities.
"It seems that I have to work hard. Let alone honoring my ancestors, at least let my family live a better life."
"Instead of such tedious worship of ancestors, it is better to work hard to honor our ancestors. ”
"What's wrong with the cowherd boy? Why can't the cowherd boy be able to honor his ancestors?"
Could it be said that by "glorifying his ancestors", he can see his luck if he has this thought in his heart? But why do you want to honor your ancestors now, but you can't see it yourself? Maybe it takes a while?
Forget it, let’s try again in two days, there’s no rush anyway.
Zhu Pingan shook his head, shook these thoughts away, and walked quickly to the classroom.
Lectures in private schools are very random, which is very different from modern teaching. The biggest difference is that private schools can truly teach students in accordance with their aptitude and vary from person to person. There are more than twenty students in the private school. Master Sun can let them read different books according to their different mastery levels. For example, after Master Sun discovered the textbook Three Character Classic copied by Zhu Pingan, he felt that Zhu Pingan's mastery was much better than other children, so he began to give Zhu Pingan additional teaching of "The Analects of Confucius" alone. For other children, Master Sun also consciously asked some children to recite twenty or thirty sentences more according to their actual conditions.
Although he had some verbal conflict with the scheming little Lolita just now, Zhu Pingan still went outside the bamboo forest during the break to teach the scheming little Lolita and her bun maid about vulture shooting. By the way, he took the old scalper to drink some river water and eat Some water plants.
The scheming little loli prepared delicious food early and waited for Zhu Pingan for a long time. She bought quite a lot and seemed to eat a lot more today than usual.
Hua'er, the bun-headed little maid opposite, covered her mouth and shrugged her shoulders, obviously snickering.
Zhu Ping'an continued yesterday's plot. The two little girls listened attentively, sometimes frowning and then getting nervous, sometimes clapping their hands and then being happy. When it was mentioned that Ouyang Ke and Ouyang Feng went to Peach Blossom Island to propose marriage to Huang Yaoshi and compete with Guo Jing for Huang Rong, the two girls were filled with indignation.
“Ouyang Ke is so shameless.”
"Yes, Ouyang Feng is not a good person, he is just a stinky toad."
As Zhu Pingan went on to explain the three test questions to determine Huang Rong's ownership, the two girls became even more nervous.
"Why is Guo Jing so stupid? How could he admit defeat in the second game? Fortunately, he was stopped."
"But he doesn't know how to play the flute either."
"Yeah , where are you from, just sell you to Hua Mama”
"Miss."
The two little girls clenched their fists nervously under the influence of the plot.
Zhu Ping'an grasped the time well and told the story when Guo Jing knelt down and called his father-in-law, and then stopped abruptly. He did not go on to tell the story any more. He would not be able to finish it if he told it for three days and three nights. It is estimated that the class is about to begin. . I have finished eating the food in the food box, and my stomach is very full.
"Let's stop talking about it today. The school will have a two-day holiday tomorrow and there will be no classes, so we can't talk about vulture shooting again." Zhu Pingan stood up and spoke from behind the food box.
Xiu Mu was mentioned by Master in the morning. Xiu Mu was mentioned by Master in the morning. Xiu Mu was an ancient rest system. In ancient times, people worked for ten days and had two days of rest. Day shift, two days off. This was the work system for imperial officials, and similar systems were also implemented in private schools and other ancient official institutions. In the morning, the master mentioned the arrangements for a two-day holiday tomorrow and the next day. Since there are no classes in the private school, Zhu Pingan will naturally not be able to attend classes.
The scheming little loli had a look of reluctance, her face stretched out, and she frowned, "What are you doing? We're getting into the mood of the conversation, so why don't you take a break? We can talk all day about herding cows."< br>
The little maid's face was also squeezed into a bun. She looked at Zhu Ping'an pitifully and nodded desperately in agreement with the young lady's words.
"I still have something to do." Zhu Ping'an declined.
"What can happen to you?" Li Shu, the scheming little lolita, pouted.
I still have to think of ways to generate income for my family. My father and elder brother have gone into the mountains once in the past two days. Calculating the time, Xiu Mu should go into the mountains once in the past two days. I found honeysuckle in the mountains last time and sold it for a lot of money. Although my brother Dachuan has been picking honeysuckle to dry in the past few days, the flowering period of honeysuckle is only a few days away, and I still have to find new good things.
"Rest, sleep, play" Zhu Pingan counted on his fingers.
The scheming little loli had a black line on her face. She gave Zhu Ping'an a blank look and said contemptuously, "You are a pig."
Whatever you say, Zhu Ping'an took the lead. The old scalper walked up the hillside again, tied it up, walked through the bamboo forest, and returned to the school again. The time was just right, and the master was walking in from outside.
At the beginning of this lesson, the master tested the children's ability to master what they learned yesterday. Of course, Zhu Ping'an had no problem and was praised by the master. As for Zhu Pingjun, he couldn't stand it any longer. He received three more blows from the master's ruler, which made his teeth and mouth crack in pain. To Zhu Ping'an's surprise, Wei Chen, the boy who gave him trouble yesterday, was also good at tugging, and he also received praise from his master. It seems that this guy is not exactly an embroidered pillow.
After that it was the same as usual, teaching and practicing calligraphy. When Zhu Pingan practices calligraphy, he still uses his black wooden board dipped in water to write, which saves ink and paper.
At the end of the school day, Old Scholar Sun officially announced the news of taking a two-day bath. The naughty children in the classroom were so excited that they seemed to be able to lift the roof off. It’s just like modern kids spending their weekends.
"Xiu Mu, what do you want to do? Come fishing with me?" Li Xiaobao, the fat man, came over and asked.
Zhu Pingjun next to him nodded repeatedly and said yes, while Zhu Pingan shied away and said that we should wait and see. The little fat man didn't care either. He and Zhu Pingjun chattered excitedly about where it would be easier to dig for earthworms and what kind of fishing rod they should use. Both of them were very happy. So did the other children in the school, who gathered in small groups to discuss where to play. (End of this chapter)