This time Zhu Ping'an borrowed three books from the shady girl's family, all of which were aimed at the upcoming scientific and rural examinations. The idea of borrowing some miscellaneous books that I had thought about before has long since disappeared without a trace. Zhu Pingan still knows what to do when.
The moon is bright, the wind is clear, the water is flowing, the fireflies are dancing and the frogs are croaking.
After dinner, Zhu Ping'an read at night at his desk with the oil lamp lit in front of the table. Having been a man for two generations, Zhu Ping'an deeply understands the principle that every inch of time is worth an inch of gold.
How many people pick up their swords and ride their horses, talking poetry and drinking wine while enjoying their time, but how many people know that time is just a blink of an eye. If you don't want to spend time in the well, you can only cherish every inch of your time, work hard when it's time to work hard, struggle when it's time to struggle, and when it's time to enjoy yourself, you won't have no girl in your arms and no money in your hands.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The silk hanging career in his previous life had a lot to do with his lack of diligence and hard work. Therefore, in this life, in this feudal Ming Dynasty, Zhu Pingan learned his lesson, worked hard and never stopped.
The wind is also rustling, the night is also rustling, and the lights are gone for another night.
At dawn, Zhu Pingan got up early and walked out of the room. At this time, there were still a few lost stars in the sky.
I walked to the stone beside the well in the yard, laid out the black wooden board as usual, scooped out a ladle of well water, washed my hands and face, and then poured the washed water into a groove in the stone, using the water my father had made for me in his early years. The oxtail writing brush is dipped in water and written against the stone.
Even before her mother got up early to cook, Zhu Ping'an had already put away the black board and brushes and put them back in the room, picked up several volumes of copied books, slung a cloth bag across his body, and went out to the river.
The riverside is quiet and the breeze blows. It's really a good place to read and read.
When the red sun rises in the east and the rooster roars down to the river village, Zhu Pingan puts away the book in his hand and returns home slowly.
My mother, Mrs. Chen, just happened to have prepared breakfast, and the aroma of breakfast filled the yard.
"What delicious food does mom make? It smells so good?" Zhu Pingan sniffed hard. A slap in the face.
"It's just your sweet mouth."
Mother Chen’s face beamed with smiles.
The day in Xiahe Village started again. Father Zhu went to drive the bullock cart to make money. Now Father Zhu seems to have fallen in love with this job. He drives the big black cow out happily every day. He also talked a lot more.
One afternoon three days later, a police officer came from the county and delivered a copy of the communiqué from Yingtian Mansion to Zhu Ping'an's home.
"The emperor's grace is great, and he declares his favor... I will obey the imperial edict and conduct the scientific examination on all students on the 20th day of the 10th month of the lunar month. Those who will benefit from their knowledge will be retained for the imperial examination; those who have little knowledge will be deposed as officials. People; those who fail to show up without any reason will be severely punished."
Sure enough, I still missed the exam, but luckily it was October 20th, and the location was Yingtian Mansion. After the science exam, it was only a few days before the Enke Township Examination. It happened to be in time for the Township Examination, and I didn't have to travel back and forth by myself.
Calculating the time, there are still nearly twenty days before the scientific examination.
Time is enough.
A few days later, the fragrance of rice blew in the autumn wind. Large tracts of rice stand quietly in the fields, dreaming sweetly. The neatly brushed rice stalks stood upright and were held in Qiu's hands. It extends to the farthest point in front of Xiahe Village and behind the village. Standing on a high place and looking around, everything is covered with golden rice.
Xiahe Village started to get busy because the rice was ripe.
On this day, Zhu Ping'an also changed into coarse shorts early in the morning and went to the fields to harvest rice with his parents and elder brother.
"Brother Zhi, what are you doing? Go back and read." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan had sharp eyes. When he saw Zhu Ping'an changed into a coarse cloth short coat, he immediately understood what his younger brother wanted to do and couldn't help but ask Zhu Ping'an to go back to the room. Read a book.
"Hey. I didn't see you changing clothes in the blink of an eye. Stop messing around and go read your book." After hearing this, mother Chen also saw Zhu Ping'an coming out of the room. He was surprised and asked Zhu Ping'an to go back to the room and read quickly.
"Xie'er, please don't go. It's enough for me, your brother, and your mother. Farming is busy these days, so I won't even drive the car." Zhu's father did the same and asked Zhu Ping'an to go back to his room and read. although. Zhu's father always thought it would be better for the boy to sweat more, but when Zhu Pingan was about to go to Enke to take the exam, Zhu's father still thought it would be better for Zhu Pingan to read at home.
Zhu Ping'an walked up to his parents and elder brother in a coarse short coat, and said with a smile, "I have been reading for too long, and my arms and legs are a little rusty. I just happened to go to the fields to take a quick delivery. Besides, these days I But I’ve been reading at home and I’m a little tired, so I decided to go and relax. I used to go to the fields before, so it’s nothing, it’s just the past two days.”
Over the years, Zhu Ping'an's family has added a lot of fields. If his parents and eldest brother were allowed to go to the fields to harvest, they would be busy for how long.
"One more for you is not much, one for you is less than a lot." Mother Chen was unwilling to let Zhu Ping'an go to the fields. "You are already a scholar, why should you go to the fields? You should still go and read your books."
"Mom, I am also a strong laborer. Besides, even the current emperor will go to the ground at specific times to persuade Konong Sang, not to mention that I am just a young scholar." Zhu Pingan smiled naively and handed his mother Chen's hand The sickle was brought over.
"One extra day of reading is not a lot of books, and one day of less reading is a lot of books. My son has already memorized the books in his mind, and it doesn't matter if he reads silently while working." Zhu Pingan continued.
His parents and elder brother couldn't argue with Zhu Pingan, so they had no choice but to agree to follow Zhu Pingan to the fields, but only for this day, and they could not follow him again in the future.
While walking on the road, many villagers were surprised to see Zhu Pingan, who was wearing a coarse short coat and a straw hat and holding a sickle, and were very curious.
"Why did Master Xiao Zhu go to the ground?"
"Why is Master Xiucai here again?"
The villagers are either curious or joking, in short they just ask when they see it.
"Scholars are also human beings who also need to eat. Today's saints will set an example to persuade Konongsang, let alone a young scholar like me." Zhu Pingan explained to the villagers with a naive smile.
When he arrived at the field, Zhu Pingan followed his parents and brothers to the fields, sweating like rain, harvesting rice.
The fields of Zhu Ping'an's family are together with the fields of the Zhu family's old house. The only people working in the fields of the Zhu family's old house are his grandfather, his third uncle and Zhu Pingjun. Zhu Pingjun is still a foreign laborer and does not contribute much...
After harvesting, Zhu Pingan learned that his fourth uncle was sick again. This time he had a bad stomach from eating last night... Uncle Zhu Shouren was still studying at home as usual...
The grandfather harvesting rice in the field looked at Zhu Pingan, who was working hard to harvest rice not far away, and thought about his eldest son, who was also a scholar.
Zhu Ping'an's family uses an ox cart to put the rice harvested from the rice fields on the ox cart. The ox cart of Zhu Ping'an's family is larger and can pull more. One trip can take twice as much as others. Bullock carts place the harvested rice in the field. The so-called field is a higher, flat and dry land used to dry and thresh the crops.
The fields in Xiahe Village are all together, and each family puts the harvested rice here, and then uses ox-pulled stone rollers to roll and thresh the rice after drying it for a few days.
From morning to night, Zhu Pingan harvested rice with his parents and brothers all day long. When he went to bed at night, his arms felt sore.
Everything is of inferior quality, only reading is good, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but sigh before going to bed, he must study harder in the future. (To be continued.)
PS: Sorry, I overestimated my ability to update, so I will update three times today. I will continue to work hard tomorrow, and everyone should rest early.
