The journey was uneventful, and it was just about time for dinner when we got home. My mother, Mrs. Chen, was waiting anxiously at the gate. Her mother's worries were allayed when she saw her riding an ox, swaying towards her.
During dinner, mostly the eldest aunt happily asked about Zhu Pingjun's private school, whether Jun'er performed well in the private school, did the master praise you, what did he learn in the private school, and so on. Zhu Pingjun did not disappoint her. He boasted about how well I performed in the private school and how well I got along with my classmates. My master treated me well and even praised me because I studied hard and studied hard in the private school. I’ve learned the characters, I’ve recognized four characters, don’t make it too simple or something like that.
Every time Zhu Pingjun said something, the aunt's eyebrows would fly with joy.
Zhu Ping'an could only complain speechlessly while eating the pickled vegetables. He didn't know how his eldest aunt would feel if she knew that Brother Jun fell asleep on the table and drooled on the first day of school. Of course, he would not be a villain. This happened. Master has already punished Brother Jun. If Brother Jun knows his mistakes and can correct them, Master has taught him enough. If Brother Jun is stubborn, it will be useless no matter what he says, and the aunt and others will think that they are jealous of Brother Jun.
The pickled vegetables at home are all hand-pickled by my grandmother. I have to say that although my grandmother is partial, her pickled vegetables are excellent.
The radish strips and cucumber strips are as delicate as jade, fresh in color, sweet and sour, crispy, mellow and refreshing, with a unique and mouth-watering flavor.
After so many days, this plate of pickles has accompanied Zhu Ping'an in his rice and porridge. Without it, the food will not taste good.
"It's better to see Piggy eating deliciously." The third aunt couldn't help but praise Zhu Pingan as she watched Zhu Pingan eat and drink porridge.
"So, I was right to let Xie'er herd the cows." The eldest aunt was praising Zhu Pingjun in high spirits. After being interrupted by the third aunt, she looked unhappy. How could the children of the second brother's family compare with her own children? He just herds cows and digs in the soil, but his own children want to study and become the number one scholar.
Mother Chen looked unhappy, but she didn't want to get angry. Grandma was watching eagerly from the side, so she had to vent her anger on Zhu's father, pinching him one, two, three, until Zhu's teeth and mouth split.
Not to mention what everyone did after dinner, I just said that after dinner, Zhu Pingan went to the cowshed with scissors like a thief, and after a while he walked away happily with a handful of yellow oxtail hair in his hand. come out.
Putting the scissors back in place, Zhu Ping'an cut off a piece of bamboo as thick as a finger, stuck his buttocks in the water and stuffed the oxtail hair into the bamboo pole.
This job is not easy to do. The oxtail hair is stuffed in, but I don’t know what to use to fix it. When I touch it with my hand, it either falls off or shrinks into the bamboo pole.
"Hey, stop playing with the water. The water is cold at night. Go back to your room and rest early." After walking around the yard, my grandmother saw Zhu Pingan playing with bamboo in the basin and thought he was just having fun.
"I know, grandma." Zhu Pingan agreed.
Grandma urged her again and then went back to her room.
Zhu's father followed the sound and came over. When he saw his youngest son sticking out his butt and playing in the water, he couldn't help but walked forward. He held one arm on his shoulder and rode a big horse like his father teased his son when he was a child.
Zhu Ping'an was pressing the ox's tail hair when he suddenly flew up after being hugged and resisted by Zhu's father, and his soul was almost scared away.
When Father Zhu saw that Zhu Pingan was holding bamboo poles and ox tail hair, he couldn't help but curiously asked the reason. When he found out that Zhu Pingan was going to make a brush, he felt guilty and funny at the same time. What makes me feel guilty is that I don’t have the ability to support my son’s education. What’s funny is that this stupid boy actually wants to make his own calligraphy brush, which is how calligraphy is done. If you don't have the ability to provide your son with education, then you can make a writing brush for him to play with.
After making up his mind, Zhu's father took the initiative to make a writing brush and give it to Zhu Ping'an.
Zhu Ping'an raised his little face and looked at Zhu's father with some disbelief. Zhu's father had never studied, so how could he make a calligraphy brush?
"When your uncle was studying when he was a child, I often went to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone store to buy brushes and ink for your uncle. Over time, I became familiar with the people there, and learned how to make my own brushes. I can give you as much as you need. Save some money at home, but your uncle is older and doesn't need the brushes I made. But my skills have not fallen behind over the years." Father Zhu seemed to be reminiscing about his childhood, feeling a little sad.
In the Ming Dynasty, there were only two meals, the morning meal and the feeding. The morning meal was around eight o'clock, and the feeding was around five o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhu Pingan went to herd cattle again after eating the morning meal.
"Hey, why am I looking at our cow? It's a bit weird there." The fourth aunt frowned and said to herself when Zhu Ping'an rode the old scalper out.
A bit of the cow's tail was cut off. Isn't it weird?
Upon hearing this, Zhu Pingan quickly guided the old scalper and walked out the door. If the fourth aunt saw that she had cut off the cow's tail, I don't know what trouble would happen.
I went to herd cattle today. In addition to yesterday's things, Zhu Pingan also brought a small bamboo basket with a narrow top and a thick bottom, a writing brush and a black-painted A4 paper-sized wooden board. This wooden board was found in the kitchen. It may have been part of some furniture in the past. After the furniture was broken and rebuilt, the board became useless and was thrown into the woodshed as firewood.
The brush and wooden board are used to practice calligraphy. Use a bamboo tube to hold some river water. The brush dipped in water can be used to practice calligraphy on the black painted wooden board in a short time. It can be recycled indefinitely and saves ink and paper. It serves multiple purposes.
The small bamboo basket that is narrow at the top and thick at the bottom is used for fishing. Last night, I pestered Father Zhu to tell stories about the fishing method.
It was still early, the sun was just right, neither too hot nor too hot, so Zhu Pingan rode the ox to the school. The cow's hooves stepped across the single-plank bridge and came to the hillside. The grass was still green, but the lolita from yesterday was gone.
Zhu Ping'an now hit a bamboo tube by the river, and then led the old scalper to the bamboo forest halfway up the hillside. He changed the old scalper to a tree and tied it to a tree so that it could eat fresh grass, and it could also be eaten by the cow yesterday. The pastureland has the opportunity to cultivate and regenerate.
I took my own class equipment, walked through the bamboo forest, came outside the school again, found an inconspicuous corner, and sat down for class.
The time was just right, the children's morning reading had just ended, and after asking a few questions to the children, the master was about to start a new day of teaching.
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