Chapter 69 Morning Exercise
In the early morning, the cold wind was strong and the snow had not yet melted. People in Xiahe Village were huddled in warm quilts, sleeping in, or playing interesting games between couples. In short, The whole village was silent.
The door of a room in Zhu Pingan's house was gently pushed open. Zhu Pingan, who was wearing thick clothes and a nondescript rabbit fur hat, walked out of the room with his schoolbag slung across his body and followed him with a bag in his hand. His years of black wood.
It was still early at this time, and there was only a glimmer of light in the east. There was silence everywhere, except for the sound of the howling cold wind. However, under the reflection of the snow, the visibility in the yard was still quite high.
Zhu Ping'an moved his body slightly, then walked habitually to a boulder specially moved in the yard, laid the black wooden board flat on the boulder, poured some hot water into the groove of the boulder, and dug out Take out a simple writing brush and practice calligraphy with your wrist hanging. This has been a habit that Zhu Pingan has insisted on for several years. The requirements for fonts in the ancient imperial examinations were quite high, and there is no way to cheat in calligraphy. The more you practice, the better you will write. If you practice less, you will not be as good as others, so Zhu Pingan has always insisted. I get up in the morning and practice calligraphy. I practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. I have never stopped.
In fact, over the past few years, the situation has changed, and Zhu Ping'an's family has become one of the wealthy families in Xiahe Village. However, Zhu Pingan still maintains the habit of hardship and simplicity.
Zhu Pingan has only two writing brushes so far. One was a gift from Master Sun, his mentor at that time. This brush was used when copying books and writing. The other brush is what Zhu Pingan is using now. This one is from Father Zhu’s hand This writing brush is used when practicing calligraphy in the early morning. Over the years, the tip of this writing brush has been changed several times. Each time, Zhu's father made it from ox hair, but the pen holder is still the same. They were all polished by Zhu Ping'an.
"Why are you up so early again, Zhe'er? It's so cold. Go and get some sleep."
Practice calligraphy at Zhu Ping'an's wrist for about half an hour. Mother Chen I also got up and opened the door. As expected, I saw my youngest son writing and drawing on the black board outside.
It was cold and windy outside. As soon as Mrs. Chen opened the door, she felt the biting cold. Then she saw her youngest son practicing calligraphy with bare hands. She couldn't help but feel distressed and persuaded her youngest son to go back to the room to warm up and sleep for a while.
"No need, Mom, I'm petty and angry." Zhu Ping'an stroked out the last stroke of what he was writing, stopped and replied to his mother with a smile.
"Shit, why are you wearing a leather hat when you're so angry?" Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes and scolded.
Hehehe
Zhu Pingan smiled naively and said nothing.
Mr. Chen was at her wits end, thinking of stewing an old hen for breakfast to replenish her little son’s health. He was so chubby when he was a child, but now he has grown taller, but he has lost weight. . No, make more delicious food and gain weight.
After mother Chen got up, Zhu's father and eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan also got up.
"Dad, it's snowy outside and it's hard to walk. Let me drive today." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan discussed with Zhu's father that the current Zhu Pingchuan is almost in the same mold as Zhu's father, dark and black. He is strong and strong, and he is also very honest and honest.
"It's a big gathering today, I'm afraid the eldest brother is going to help my future sister-in-law carry things, right?" Zhu Pingan put down his brush and made fun of his eldest brother.
"Hehehe" the eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan rubbed the back of his head and giggled.
"Just make a silly smile, it's over if you tell the truth." Father Zhu kicked Zhu Pingchuan from behind and cursed with a smile.
Mother Chen looked at this scene, Taomi's movements paused, and her words were full of jealousy, "I have raised you for more than ten years in vain. My wife has not even married yet, so I forgot about my mother."
The eldest brother Zhu Ping'an rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "How can it be? Mother, I will marry you to honor you.”
Ms. Chen’s face became much better after hearing this, but she said unforgivingly, “If you say it nicely now, you may be able to marry a daughter-in-law.” .”
Big Brother promised again and again.
Looking at this scene, Zhu Pingan suddenly had a bad taste. He stopped the calligraphy brush with a bad smile on his mouth, looked at his elder brother and suddenly asked:
"Then if the mother-in-law and the sister-in-law fall into the water at the same time, who will the elder brother save first?"
The question of the daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law falling into the water is a question that is often asked in modern times. Modern people can always give all kinds of clever answers.
But in this era, this problem is the first time.
Hearing this question from Zhu Ping'an, mother Chen's eyes lit up and she was very interested. She stopped shopping and just waited to see how Zhu Pingchuan would answer.
Father Zhu also looked at Zhu Pingchuan funny.
"Ahem, cough, second brother." As soon as Zhu Pingchuan heard this question, he turned red and coughed, looking at Zhu Ping'an with an innocent face.
This, how should I answer this?
Zhu Pingchuan felt like there were ten thousand ants in his heart, his face was dark and red, and he could not help but scratch his head.
It would be bad if Juan heard about it if he said he would save his mother first.
But if he said to save Juan first, looking at Chen who didn't even have rice to buy, Zhu Pingchuan knew that if he said this, his mother would only be angry, but sad would be bad.
So difficult.
Zhu Pingchuan hesitated and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Zhu Ping'an couldn't stop laughing when he saw his elder brother's anxious look.
Mother Chen looked at her eldest son in a dilemma, feeling happy and sad at the same time. This silly boy was too honest, so he was always teased by the second son. Unlike the second son, who looked stupid on the surface. Silly, but actually very weird inside.
Looking at the embarrassed eldest son, and then at the overjoyed younger son watching the fire from across the bank, Chen suddenly asked this question to Zhu Pingan.
"Xie'er, where are you? Who do you want to save first?" Mrs. Chen suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Zhu Ping'an was stunned for a moment.
Now it's Zhu Pingchuan's turn to see the joke, and Jue's second brother also has to experience his own embarrassment.
"Yeah, I'm still early." Zhu Pingan replied.
Ms. Chen was not satisfied with this answer and asked, "No matter how early you are, you will always marry a wife. Who should you save first when the time comes?"
Zhu Ping'an replied with a smile without thinking, "It's still early for me, so I have time to choose a wife who can swim. When the time comes, I will save my mother first without even thinking about it."
"You naughty guy! "Ms. Chen laughed and cursed.
The whole morning, the Zhu family was filled with laughter and laughter.
Because it still takes some time to make breakfast, Zhu Pingan practiced calligraphy for a while, then packed up the brush and board and put them back in his room, and took out the book "The Doctrine of the Mean" annotated by Zhu Xi that he borrowed from Rich Man Li's house yesterday. Went to read outside in the yard.
The yard of Zhu Pingan's house is close to the river and the edge of the village, so Zhu Pingan can easily find a quiet corner to read without being disturbed.
In the ancient imperial examinations, there was no opportunistic way for the children from poor families. Only by accumulating solidly and slowly, and with a stable foundation, could one rely on the memory of his previous life to succeed in this world of bad luck and inferiority. There are times when students are highly educated and stand out. Speaking of basics, my foundation is not limited to just the few years of elementary school.
This boy’s test may surprise everyone.
Zhu Ping'an looked at "The Doctrine of the Mean" in his hand, with a naive smile on his lips, but an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes. (End of this chapter)