Mrs. Zhu was silent for a moment and then slowly spoke, "My dear, my family really doesn't have enough money for Jun'er to learn."
The eldest aunt Wu wanted to fight for it, but the uncle pulled her hand under the table and signaled with his eyes. The eldest aunt nodded reluctantly and agreed.
Because Zhu Ping'an was young and short, he happened to see his uncle's little moves under the table and got to know him better. He was a very thoughtful uncle.
Yes, uncle! The way to go to a private school in a neighboring village is no longer feasible. I still have an uncle at home. Although the uncle failed to pass the exam, he is still familiar with poetry and books. If he follows and learns traditional Chinese characters, wouldn't he be able to save the country through a curve?
"Then can I learn from uncle Meng?" Zhu Pingan asked, raising his little face and stretching out his little paws.
The uncle of the Zhu family didn't speak, so the eldest aunt stopped. She gave Zhu Ping'an a warning and educated him, saying, "Xiao Zhi, your uncle still has to study for the exam. He wants to read books for two days every day. How can he have time?" I’ll teach you how to read and write. You can’t afford the punishment for delaying your uncle’s success in becoming a scholar!”
In short, the eldest aunt looked disgusted! She looked very much like Wang Dachui's mother-in-law.
"I will wait until my uncle passes the examination to become a scholar, and then I will enlighten you." The uncle of the Zhu family spoke much more pleasantly than the eldest aunt, but they both meant the same thing, refuse, one was blunt, the other was tactful, there was no difference.
Although I am young now, I am not relying on you to learn. I am just looking for a reason to slowly show off my knowledge.
If you wait until you become a scholar, the day lily will be cold. If what I saw just now when I entered the door was due to luck, then I guess it would be impossible for my uncle to become a scholar in a short time. Although the white luck pillar on the uncle's head is richer than that of other people in the family, it is still white. White represents Bai Ding, and white represents the energy of ordinary people. To achieve success, green is the official spirit.
Zhu Pingan complained silently.
Although the food was not delicious, in the spirit of economy being glorious and wasteful being shameful, Zhu Pingan still ate the pancakes and porridge in the bowl cleanly, even licking the bowl a few times. Who can barely call myself a chubby kid?
Zhu Ping'an's good appetite is in sharp contrast to Zhu Pingjun, the picky uncle opposite.
"From the second brother's family, go get half a bowl of porridge for Xiao Zhi." Although the old man favored the eldest and youngest family, he was still very protective of his children. Seeing Zhu Ping'an eating well, his face was also satisfied, for fear that Hungry children.
Whenever this happens, my mother, Mrs. Chen, always looks proud.
When dinner was about to end, someone called at the door. A message came from the town, saying that the grandfather's family was going to join his son who was doing business in the south. He would not be able to come to worship his ancestors during the Chinese New Year, so he had to leave in three days. Come to pay homage to the ancestral graves and say goodbye to your ancestors.
Mr. Zhu's family has three brothers and sisters. Mr. Zhu is the youngest son, and one of his sisters is married to the town. The eldest grandfather has been working as an apprentice in the town since he was a child, and he also moved to the town after he got married.
Even though we are separated in two places, we can always see each other during festivals or going to the market.
Now when Mr. Zhu first heard that his eldest brother was moving to the south and it would be difficult to see him again, he couldn't help but sigh, and went back to his room without eating.
After the old man left, Mrs. Zhu was worried about him and followed him to persuade him. Everyone dispersed one after another and went back to their homes.
The news that the uncle's family is moving to the south has little impact on the family except Mr. Zhu. After all, after the uncle's family moved to the town, although their relationship was good, they were not very close. At most, they only went to the town. There is just one less place to stay.
The Zhu Family Courtyard is somewhat similar to the modern Siheyuan in old Beijing, except that it is slightly wider and more complex. It is divided into the main house and wing rooms on both sides. There is a well in the yard. The main house has three large rooms, and one is full. As the living room, one is the bedroom where Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu rest, and the other is the residence of the uncle's family. There is a wing on each side. The east wing on the left is where Zhu Ping'an's family lives. The west wing on the right is half larger than the east wing and is separated in the middle. The third aunt's family and the fourth aunt's family live separately. In addition, there is a stove room and a woodshed on the side of the courtyard wall near the gate.
The moon was sparse, and there was an oil lamp burning in the room on the left. The light was as big as a broad bean, and the light was relatively dim, not as bright as the moonlight shining through the window. Although the wing room was not bare-walled, there was nothing of value. However, Mrs. Chen kept the room clean and tidy, and the household items were also arranged in an orderly manner.
His mother, Mrs. Chen, was sitting at the table mending Zhu Ping'an's trousers under the dim light, while his father was sitting aside doing some simple carpentry work.
Biting off the thread, Mrs. Chen put the clothes in her hand next to Zhu Ping'an, "Try to see if it fits!"
"It fits, it definitely fits, what Mom made must fit. Mom, you are so kind." Zhu Ping'an grinned, his mouth as sweet as if it was covered with honey. My protest finally took effect, and I finally don’t have to wear crotchless pants anymore.
"You little bastard knows how to talk sweetly. I owed it to you three in my previous life!" My mother complained, but her kindness could not be concealed.
“If you don’t use it if you have light during the day, you will waste gas and work on it at night.”
Grandma passed by the window and saw the lights in the east and west wing and couldn't help but yelled a few words. These daughters-in-law are all really prodigal. They waste a lot of oil. If I had saved myself from using oil lamps at night, I would have had enough money. Sun Tzu learned.
"Oh, I got it, mother, put out the oil lamp now." Father Zhu Shouyi replied immediately.
I still have other clothes that I haven't mended yet. My mother, Mrs. Chen, gave my father an angry look, but my father just smiled innocently. This made my mother stare at my father with anger.
"Smile, smile, you know how to giggle. Your wife and children have been bullied to death by your mother, and you can only giggle!" Mother Chen couldn't stand the soft look of her father, so she went up and pinched his arm hard.
Zhu Shouyi was a strong farmer. Chen's pinching had no effect on him at all. He still had a naive smile on his face, which was like a punch on cotton, which made Chen very angry.
"I'm going to be unlucky for eight lifetimes by marrying you!" Mrs. Chen's angry finger stabbed Zhu Shouyi hard on the forehead.
"It took me eight lifetimes of virtue to marry such a good wife like you."
Zhu Shouyi usually looked like a dull farmer, but his speaking ability was extremely high. It suddenly refreshed Zhu Ping'an's view of this cheap father. It turned out that his father, who was even more dull than Guo Jing, also had a sweet-talking side. Yes, otherwise how could I marry such a good woman as my mother?
Mrs. Chen's face turned red. She is not shy when she is old, and she is not afraid of bringing up bad children!
Looking at the beauty under the lamp, especially the shy side of the fierce Chen, Zhu Shouyi was stunned for a moment.
"Brother, I'm so sleepy." Zhu Ping'an laughed and took his eldest brother, who was meticulously weaving bamboo baskets, to the small bedroom separated by wooden boards in the wing to rest.
Um, now it’s not suitable for children.
The hibiscus tent is warm and creamy, and the chants are like the sounds of nature. ;
