The school opened early today, and there were already waiting students rushing in, calling their friends and company. The school is divided into four schools: A, B, C and D. The students in the A school are the most intelligent and smart, and they are all good candidates who are expected to pass the high school. The students in the B school are a little behind, and so on.
God knows how lazy guys like Yun Zhong and Li Dakuai got into Yizhai. The two of them had long been a thorn in the teacher's side. After repeated admonitions, they simply set up two additional seats and placed them far away at the end of the study, out of sight and out of mind.
Today is a day for routine homework review. The classmates all dug out the excerpts and practice writing, waiting for the teacher to read them. Only Yun Zhong and Li Dakuai, the brothers in trouble, couldn't find anything out after a long time. Mr. Contrast had long been accustomed to it, so he just silently took out the bamboo board and called the two of them to come forward and eat it.
Thinking of the taste of handwriting, a layer of sweat broke out on the young man's forehead. He walked forward and said as thinly as a mosquito: "The student cleaned up his book bag yesterday and left the homework he finished at home. I will definitely bring it back tomorrow morning. I beg you, sir. If you spare me a slap, it won't be too late to fight again tomorrow." These words seemed honest and sincere, but in fact they were extremely cunning. If I bring my homework tomorrow and try my hand at it, it will definitely be difficult to explain rationally. With the help of hard work and soaking for a long time, it is not impossible to escape a punishment even if I take the trouble and reprimand you with a few empty words.
The husband was not angry and just asked him to go home and get it immediately.
Anyone who has been together day and night for several years can guess that this is a common trick of young people. If he has written his homework accurately, he will not forget to take it with him. Instead, he will clamor for his teacher to review it, hoping that everyone in the second house will know it. Today the sun is not moving to the east, so Yun Zhong is also doing his homework.
The young man walked home dejectedly. When he passed by a teahouse, his mind suddenly changed. He ran to the shopkeeper to get some pen and ink, and he lay on the table and started writing like crazy. It was just three o'clock in the morning, and there were no hawkers or lackeys in the teahouse, so it was very quiet.
The owner of the teahouse is a fat, rich man. It is said that he came to this small town from Donglingguan in the early years. Although he was a refugee, no one knew how a skinny refugee could carry twenty taels of white flowers in his arms. Snowflake silver. With this capital and some business talent, he set up a tea stall in the market place, sold a bowl of tea for two coppers, and settled down.
Most of the men in the town make a living by recruiting workers in Qingchai County, which is located several mountains away. Qingchai is the most prosperous county town within hundreds of miles. Not all families in the county are well-off, but in the eyes of small town people, the bluestone courtyard walls and purple clay tiles make every household look like a native emperor. Whenever the archway is repaired and a new house is built, it is customary to recruit some strong workers from the small town. Firstly, the town is mostly composed of farm men. They are illiterate and have lumps all over their bodies. They are also hard-working and willing to work hard; secondly, it is the folk custom. Being honest, even if they were given a few coppers less, no one would really ask for it. Over time, they would naturally get used to it, and the first thing that came to mind when they started to break ground was to recruit small town workers.
For the small town, this is indeed a good thing. Every family's life is much better than before. In the summer, during their free time, shirtless men are willing to pay two coppers to drink a bowl of herbal tea at Fatty's tea stall to relieve their pain. In the hot weather, I spent a while swimming in the small river pond outside the town, and the days were still moist. So over the course of seven or eight years, the former refugees actually bought a small shop, moved a tea stall inside, and from time to time invited a speaker to shake his head and talk a few paragraphs, but the tea was still two Copper has never changed.
The shopkeeper, who was originally tall and thin, gradually gained weight. As time went by, no one knew his real name. They only knew that there was a fat teahouse shopkeeper on the east side of the street.
The fat shopkeeper sat across from the young man with a teapot. He looked at the young man's hand and the pen was flying. He smiled a little maliciously and asked: "Didn't you do your homework?" Obviously the town is very small, and the little things that classmates accidentally let slip are not forgotten in the small town. The town is widely spread, and it is difficult to say that it is a household name, but it is still somewhat famous.
The young man coughed, nodded sheepishly, grinned, and then started writing furiously. The boy's characters are extremely long and narrow both vertically and horizontally, and the strokes are quite strong at the end. Therefore, although the layout of the whole text is messy and looks like weeds, it does not lose its sharpness. If the characters are picked out individually, they have a special charm. Inside.
The fat shopkeeper watched in silence for a while, as if he had thought of something, his expression suddenly became strange, and he said, "Does your husband often go out for half an hour in the morning and let you recite poems and articles by yourself?"
The young man frowned in confusion, then nodded, raised his head and asked, "Is it possible that Mr. and the shopkeeper have some friendship? I have never heard Mr.'s classmates mention it." Upon hearing this, the fat shopkeeper had a wilted smile on his fat face.
"Not only do we know each other, but your husband is a frequent visitor to my teahouse." The shopkeeper said and pointed to the door.
The young man vaguely guessed that something bad was going to happen, his face twitched slightly, he turned stiffly, and bumped into the old man's face, which was as green as a pig's liver. Yun Zhong never expected that his husband would go out for half an hour every day and come to the teahouse to drink tea.
Until class was over, the teacher didn't mention it. The young man didn't eat the cake, but his heart was extremely noisy, and his butt could not sit still for a moment.
Waiting for his husband to finish watering the garden, the young man lowered his head and followed his husband through the small courtyard of the academy. The sky was slowly getting dark.
"Finish your homework before going home." The gentleman said coldly, took Yun Zhong to the study, and went to eat alone. My husband's residence is not big. Only my husband and his wife are at home all year round, and my son is studying abroad. Therefore, the house is very quiet. There are only the sounds of my daughter's clinking dishes and chopsticks, and a few words of comfort from my husband and his wife. Yun Zhong was lying in his husband's study, writing down the homework he owed with a frown on his face, feeling very depressed in his heart.
When it was time to turn on the lamp, the young man finally made up for all his homework. Since he didn't dare to call the teacher, he propped up his chin with his sore hands and looked at the study in boredom. The study is not big and has very few furnishings, but it is astonishingly clean and tidy. Apart from the Four Treasures of the Study and some Confucian books, there is nothing else superfluous.
When the door opened, it turned out to be Mr. The gentleman has three strands of beard, neither long nor short, and wears a starched blue cloth coat. He is a bit thin, but not short. He needs to stoop slightly to get in and out of the study.
The ignorant young man listened to many of his husband's words with sleepiness.
"A gentleman treats others with sincerity. Even if he cannot become a gentleman in the future, he should not lie at will."
"I know you are afraid that I will tell your mother that it is not easy for mother and son to depend on each other."
"If you don't like doing homework, it's better to tell your teacher directly and get slapped on the wrist than to lie."
"Telling too many lies will always make the flames that surround you grow stronger and stronger, so that in the end there will be no truth. This is not good."
In a daze, the gentleman seemed to have touched his head. His hand was warm and rough. Yun Zhong fell into a deep sleep. The husband shook his head and struggled to carry him on his back. The wife was about to say something, but was stopped by her husband's eyes and staggered out the door.
There was a full bowl of braised pork left for Yun Zhong on the pot table, which was held on a plate so that the heat did not dissipate.
When the boy woke up, he was already on his bed at home. The husband was talking to his mother at the door. By the dim light of the oil lamp, he saw that the husband was sweating and his hands were supporting his slightly stooped waist. Then he remembered that the husband seemed to have twisted his waist and legs when he was carrying water to water the flowers during the day, but he still took one step. A hurdle sent him home.
The young man covered himself with a quilt, closed his eyes tightly, and cried through gritted teeth.
