Chapter 228: With a family like this, what more could a husband ask for
The north wind blew outside, and the night was extremely cold.
After her mother, Mrs. Chen, cleared the table for dinner, she returned to the bedroom and was a little distracted. Father Zhu mixed the foot-washing water for Mrs. Chen before putting it under her feet. Mrs. Chen almost stepped over the footbath while washing her feet. .
"Our family is not short of money, so we can lend some money to my eldest brother. He will pay it back as he said." Father Zhu thought that Chen felt sorry for the ten taels of silver that he lent to his eldest brother Zhu Shouren in the evening, so he couldn't help but comforted him. .
"Then you don't know that the year of the monkey is the year of the horse." Mrs. Chen curled her lips, "I didn't point out that your eldest brother can pay back the money. I also watched Jun'er grow up, so if we say goodbye to Jun'er, we It’s also appropriate to pay some money.”
Zhu's father laughed when he heard this. He also knew his eldest brother's character. The last few times he borrowed money from him in private, he had no intention of repaying it. Let alone repaying it, his eldest brother never mentioned the borrowing of money.
"His father, Jun'er has already said kiss in the blink of an eye, do you think it's time for our pig to say kiss too?" Mrs. Chen washed her feet carelessly and hurriedly, then looked at Father Zhu, her eyes Shining asked.
"Don't worry, Jun'er is one year older than Shu'er. Besides, Shu'er is going to take the exam in the capital soon. Don't let him be distracted."
Father Zhu then I know that Chen's absent-mindedness is not because of borrowing money, but because of Xie'er's marriage. After listening to Chen's words, Zhu's father thought for a moment, shook his head, then bent down and brought Chen's foot-washing water to him, took off his shoes, and washed his feet with Chen's foot-washing water. I also washed my feet.
“That’s right, Shu’er is about to go to Beijing to take the exam. He’s only been home for a few days.”
Mrs. Chen thought that Zhu Pingan was going to take the exam at the emperor's feet. It would be bad if it affected the exam, so Mrs. Chen suppressed the idea of marrying Zhu Pingan for the time being.
In another room, Zhu Pingan didn't know that he was almost kissed. At this time, Zhu Pingan was sitting at the desk by the window. By the light of the oil lamp, I was flipping through the books borrowed from the rich man Li's house. I read and copied for a while. When my hands became unbearably cold, I put my hands in my sleeves to warm them for a while, then picked up the pen and continued copying.
In the beginning, Zhu Pingan really used the Eight-part essay as a tool to enter the imperial examination. Just like the Eight-part essay in modern times, he scorned the Eight-part essay and had to study the Eight-part essay only for the imperial examination. However, in the process of studying and getting familiar with the Eight-part essay, Zhu Ping'an gradually changed his views on the Eight-part essay, from scorning it at the beginning to slowly accepting it, and now he has developed an admiration for the Eight-part essay. .
Yes, the eight-part essay is rigid and has a fixed format. The eight-part essay is subject to various restrictions. It cannot compare with Tang poetry, Song poetry, and modern Xiaobai prose. But after studying for a long time, I found that eight-part essay also has its own unique charm. It can be as bold as Tang poetry, as graceful as Song poetry, and as divergent as modern Xiaobai prose. The key lies in the author. If If you have real talent and knowledge, you can definitely create the style you want in the eight-part essay.
In addition, the greatest charm of the Eight-Part Essay lies in its fairness and impartiality, and in that it creates a path to heaven for the children of poor families.
After Zhu Pingan finished copying an eight-part essay. So I read it carefully, checked its ideas and writing style several times with the eight-legged essay I had written based on the topic, picked the essence, found the shortcomings, and gained a lot in a short time.
After reading this eight-part essay, Zhu Pingan took up his pen and wrote another eight-part essay. Halfway through writing, the oil lamp suddenly went out.
The windows are closed and no wind can blow in. The oil lamp suddenly went out.
It was dark and quiet outside at the moment, and the sound of the wind sounded like a ghost.
Can it be said?
Zhu Pingan held the oil lamp in his hand. The body paused
"Alas"
At this moment, a sigh floated quietly in the room.
"The lamp is out of oil again."
Zhu Ping'an paused and sighed. He noticed a few days ago that there was not much oil in the oil lamp, but he forgot to add it. At this moment, the oil is gone and the lamp is extinguished. However, I am full of literary thoughts, and I have only written half of the eight-legged essay. It feels like a man and a woman are doing something very interesting and their life is being strangled halfway through.
As a last resort, Zhu Pingan had to put on another thick coat. Holding the oil lamp, he opened the door and went to the kitchen. Mother Chen put all the lamp oil in the kitchen, so she had to go to the kitchen to refuel.
It’s dark outside and the moonlight is so cold that I can barely see my feet clearly.
Zhu Ping'an entered the kitchen, lit the oil lamp in the kitchen with a flint, then used the light to add oil to his own oil lamp, then lit the fire again, and then blew out the oil lamp in the kitchen.
Zhu Pingan walked out of the kitchen door with an oil lamp in hand, and saw a dark figure standing at the door, appearing unexpectedly under the moonlight.
Zhu Pingan almost threw the oil lamp in his hand to the ground.
"Zhe'er, it's you. I thought there was a thief in the house. Why aren't you sleeping yet? Father Zhu's voice came.
Dad, don't you know this will scare people?< br>
Zhu Pingan looked at his father with a look of resentment, shook the oil lamp in his hand and said, "Dad, the oil lamp in my son's room ran out of oil just now, so I came over to add some oil. ”
“It’s almost time, stop reading and go to sleep.” "The door of the main room was opened, and mother Chen stood at the door and yawned.
"Well, I understand, mother, I'm going to sleep now. "Zhu Pingan responded.
Zhu's father and Mrs. Chen went back to their rooms to rest one after another. Zhu Ping'an entered the bedroom with an oil lamp, put the oil lamp on the table, sat at the table and continued to write down the eight-legged essay he had not finished.
When Chen got out of bed the next morning, she found through the window that Zhu Pingan, who had slept very late last night, was sitting in front of the big stone in the yard practicing calligraphy again. She couldn't help but feel heartbroken. , What is this silly kid doing up so early? Did you sleep well last night?
Xie'er studied so hard that she really didn't want to disturb him anymore, so Chen gave up the idea of marrying Zhu Ping'an.
"Dad, go and catch an old hen from the chicken coop and kill it to make soup." Ms. Chen stood in front of the window and turned to her father Zhu who was getting up.
"Didn't Lao Zhang's family just send a prepared rooster yesterday?" Father Zhu said to Mrs. Chen while putting on his shoes.
"How can a rooster be nourished like our old hen? I see Piggy got up so early again. I don't know when he went to bed last night. I have to nourish him." Mrs. Chen looked at Zhu Ping'an who was working hard outside the window and felt distressed. said.
"As long as you don't feel bad." Father Zhu smiled.
"Kill if you are told. You talk a lot, aren't you a big man?" Mrs. Chen glared hard at Father Zhu and said.
"You still don't know whether I am a big man or not?" Zhu's father muttered with a pun.
“What did Hun say!”
Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Chen, blushing, gave Zhu's father a hard squeeze on the arm.
Father Zhu didn’t cry out in pain, instead he grinned stupidly.
"Why are you laughing? You poured out the chamber pot!" Mrs. Chen glared at Father Zhu with a red face, turned her head, and went out to cook.
Zhu Ping'an was practicing calligraphy on a stone when he suddenly heard a chicken flying in the chicken coop in the yard. He turned around and saw a few chicken feathers on the top of Zhu's father's head, grabbing an old hen and mumbling something. Little chicken, don't be weird, then go down with a clean knife, pluck out the chicken feathers and disembowel it with hot water, and then carry the white chicken to the kitchen to ask for credit from Mrs. Chen
At first glance, it's my mother It’s time to feed myself some extra food.
With a family like this, what more could I ask for?
Zhu Pingan felt that his whole body was full of strength, and his movements were as smooth as running water. (End of this chapter)