But he saw the small couch under the window sill. The sunlight was shining brightly on the small couch. In a daze, Zhou Xu was stunned. He remembered that his wife liked to read on this kind of small couch.
He walked over involuntarily.
The bookshelf was not big, so Zhou Xu casually pulled out a book, which was "The Book of Pansheng", about farming. He turned to the page that the original owner often read, which was about farming methods. A corner of the page was gently touched by the owner. The half-corner was folded, as if it had just been read.
He glanced sideways and saw that there were mostly agricultural books on the bookshelf, many of which had signs of being read. Zhou Xu thought of Luo Jinhu and his party who were sent by his wife to find good rice in Lingnan. After they left, his wife looked at the agricultural books. The book should be about how to prepare for experiments with improved seeds after finding them. The book is filled with the lady’s small handwriting.
Seeing her father not moving for a long time, Xiao Qingxue's eyes immediately filled with soreness and swelling. She took several deep breaths to stop herself from crying. Her hand holding the brush was a little unsteady. She didn't want Qinghe to notice, so she started reading. The news coming back from various places was not good news.
Xiao Qingxue continued to read, and she naturally saw the county official's documents. After reading them all, she could not suppress the anger in her heart, and she gritted her teeth with hatred: "The breach of the embankment is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. This is what the Xun family did, don’t let them escape, I want to arrest them, capture them and execute them!"
"A wanted order has been issued," Xiao Qinghe said.
Xiao Qingxue read all the documents and didn't know what she was thinking. After a long time, she asked: "Are there not many wheat seeds left?"
"It was originally enough, but a lot of it was flooded. Now we still need to buy it from outside. If it is not enough, we can replant vegetables, such as spinach, beans, etc." Xiao Qinghe replied.
Xiao Qingxue remembered that she hadn't gone out for a long time, so what if she went out? The situation outside was definitely not good. Most of the Youzhou soldiers had been sent out to find her mother-in-law. There were many casualties in the county, and Xiao Gong was the only one responsible for the disaster. To maintain combing, manpower is definitely not enough, it is cold outside, food and clothing are not enough, and there are many people who are struggling to make a living...
Can kindness be passed on? If she helped these people, would someone out there help A Niang who was nowhere to be found?
"Are there really gods and Buddhas in this world?" Xiao Qingxue looked at Qinghe: "Do gods and Buddhas see that good deeds in the world will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil deeds?"
Xiao Qinghe paused, and he didn't know how to answer.
"I heard that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If I help those people as much as possible, can gods and Buddhas count all the good deeds I have done on my mother-in-law? I have helped so many people, and others can also You will help grandma, right?" Xiao Qingxue murmured.
Xiao Qinghe pinched the penholder and found that Zhou Youzhou had already left the study at some point.
Three days later, Hu Dali, General Yi Fan and General Zhang Yougong and Zhang Ya captured Wang Wanwan alive in Chuzhou and captured a group of Caizhou troops.
The Caizhou army was indeed a fierce and untamable bandit, and they were not honest even after being captured. Hu Dali wondered how these soldiers dared to take Qiao in front of the general.
"Your Majesty, how should we deal with it?" Yi Fan asked for instructions.
Zhou Xu looked at Wang Wanwan and the captured Caizhou Army generals beside him.
Wang Wanwan was tied up with his back on the grindstone floor by the soldiers. He was struggling all over his body and yelled: "Kill or behead him as he pleases. If your grandfather frowns, he is not a good man."
Zhou Xu looked at him: "Do you like to eat human flesh?"
"Then you should also like to eat your own meat."
These two short sentences made the ferocious Caizhou Army turn pale and his heart and liver tremble. What did Zhou Manzi mean?
Zhou Xu stood in the lead-colored dusk clouds, his temples as wind-frosted as knives. He closed his sleeves with his hands and promised softly.
"Don't worry, I will make sure you eat enough."
Chapter 264
Leaving the port of Linhuai Village Town in Sizhou near Biankou, Yu Shitou and his family continued to Luoyang.
Thousands of miles above the Huaihe River, the river wind is freezing.
Xiao Yinzi opened the curtain and shouted to the noble man outside: "It's very cold outside, Yingniang, please come in quickly."
Hearing the sound, the woman turned around. She walked very slowly, holding a thick stick in her hand. Even after a long time, Yingniang still couldn't adapt to the darkness. When the Yu family was looking for firewood, they brought her a stick. After successfully walking into the cabin with a stick used to explore the way, Yingniang sat down in her seat, in a corner of the front cabin.
As soon as Yingniang put down the stick, Xiao Jinzi ran up to her: "Yingniang, are you still teaching me writing today?"
Ying Niang hummed, listened to the sound and identified the direction of the youngest son of the Yu family. She reached out and touched the child's hand. It was a little cold. The fire in the cabin was lit except when cooking, and the temperature inside the boat would be higher. The rest of the time There is no need to use firewood for heating.
"Thank you Ying Niang, I forgot what you taught me yesterday." Xiao Jinzi's face was already red from the cold, and now it is even redder.
"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you how to write again." Yingniang said, "Where's Third Sister?"
"I'm here, I'm here." Xiao Yinzi quickly squeezed to the noble man's side: "I have already remembered how to write my name."
"That's it." Ying Niang heard the pride in Third Sister's tone, and a soft smile appeared on her slightly pursed lips: "Then you can learn something new today."
"I want to learn too." Xiao Jinzi said immediately.
Miao Cui, who had been observing them, suddenly said in a rough voice: "What's new to learn? You have to learn how to write your own name first. Your sister is two years younger than you and can write her own name. You are the only one who is stupid and can't do it yet." "
Xiao Jinzi burst into tears: "But my name is difficult to write. Yu Jinzi, the word "jin" has so many lines."
"Isn't it difficult to write about your little sister Yu Sanmei?" Miao Cui's face suddenly darkened when her youngest son complained.
Xiao Yinzi was not happy. Her name was clearly Yu Yinzi, but Aniang asked the noble man to teach her how to write Yu Sanmei.
"I think they both learned very well." The elder of the Yu family was so noisy that he turned over, sat up, and said: "Today, I will watch Xiao Jinzi and the others write seriously, so you don't have to worry, Auntie. "
Miao Cui looked better and said to her youngest son, "Write carefully. If you don't write well, you won't be allowed to eat tonight."
Xiao Jinzi pouted and was patted on the head by his elder brother.
"Auntie lied to you."
Ying Niang started to teach two children how to write. After she became blind, she was taken care of by her third sister. One time, her third sister wanted to know what her name looked like, so Ying Niang wrote her name on the ground with her fingers. When she writes, she is very comfortable with the handwriting, as if she has learned it before and writes it naturally without having to think about it.
Later, her job became to teach the two children of the Yu family to write. Of course, there was no pen and ink. She just used a square sand table and chose a small branch of suitable thickness to write. It was convenient, but it was difficult to master the writing power. If the child picks up a brush in the future, it will take a lot of effort to correct it.
After all, branches are not real brushes.
Just when Ying Niang thought of this, a pen called a fountain pen flashed in her mind, and she felt that she had done this before.
Her writing hand stopped for a moment, and her head felt a twinge of pain.
"What's wrong?" Yu Dalang asked, standing next to the noble man. The noble man whom the little sister picked up looked out of place with their family. Whether it was her face, her hands, or her back, even if she didn't speak, she was sitting there. That, too, makes people feel special.
Ying Niang looked at Yu Dalang. This was the first time he spoke to her after he asked her a question that night.
She finished writing the three words "Yu Jinzi", and after her head stopped hurting, she told the two children about the hidden dangers of holding pens.
"The writing brush is very expensive, I just use a twig." Xiao Yinzi didn't mind at all. She was very happy that the noble man could teach her how to read.
"That's it, as long as I can write my own name, it doesn't matter whether I use a brush or a branch." Xiao Jinzi was lying on the ground, and the order of his strokes was wrong. Yu Dalang frowned and took the branch from his hand. , taught him step by step to write it again: "Look carefully at how Madam Ying's hand writes. If you don't take it seriously, I will beat you."
Ying Niang's teaching speed slowed down. She touched Yu Sanmei's hair next to her and taught her step by step. Today, Yu Dalang was around, so Xiao Jinzi pestered him.
The two children were new to each other, and Ying Niang didn’t teach them much. The Thousand-Character Classic, Hundred Family Surnames, and Three-Character Classic were enough for them to learn, and it was even more than enough. After the two children lay down together to practice by themselves, Ying Niang found that Yu Dalang had been beside her all the time. Never left.
Because she didn't hear the sound of footsteps leaving.
Ying Niang reached out and smoothed the sand table in front of her. The sand was river sand. The boat owner heard that he wanted to teach his two children to write, so he went to the shore and brought back a lot of fine sand. After washing it and drying it, he got the sand table.
She sat upright with her hands folded in the sleeves of her robe as if she was afraid of the cold. Her long, loose hair was tied behind her back with a strip of cloth. The Feng Shui of the Hanjiang River gave her a somewhat cold color.
In the front, after two children finished practicing their calligraphy, they started playing a game of bumping heads. Whoever was stronger could make the other one bump into each other.
"Do you think they can really hold a pen and study in the future and be promising?" Yu Dalang looked at his younger brothers and younger sisters. An ordinary family with a rich family cannot afford to support a scholar, let alone his family.
It should be said that noble people do not know the sufferings of the world, and everything they say casually is full of innocence. Yu Dalang laughs in his heart, but there is a breath that can't come up in his heart, which makes him feel uncomfortable.
Why not?
Yu Dalang's contradictory psychology made his words unconsciously a little aggressive.
Ying Niang was writing on the sand table with her fingers, and her face showed a woman's unique calmness and gentleness: "Why not?"
This sentence made Yu Dalang's heart boil instantly. Yes, why not? He has been unwilling to be ordinary since he was a child and always wanted to stand out. This idea has not changed now.
"Looking at your clothes, Madam Ying, it seems that you come from a wealthy family. Naturally, you don't understand the hardships of ordinary people like us. Our family can't afford to support a scholar." Yu Dalang sat down not far from Madam Ying: "It's just pen, ink, paper and inkstone. , Master Xiu is enough for our whole family to tighten our belts and get by."
"It's hard to get started. You can only walk slower than others. It's better than not walking at all, isn't it?" Lady Ying's voice was always gentle.
She could hear the ulterior motives of the eldest son of the Yu family with hidden hatred, which was very consistent with his extreme yearning for the blooming flowers in Luoyang that night.
His background made him feel inferior to others, but his self-esteem was very strong, which was evident from the fact that he didn't ask questions that night.
There is also some cleverness in him, because Miao Cui occasionally mentioned Yu Dalang that he had never lost a lot in gambling, and he had even deceived people in gambling houses several times, and maybe he also liked to play tricks on others.
Ying Niang thought a lot in an instant. This kind of analysis of Yu Dalang made her feel that she had been influenced by it before, and she did it unconsciously.
During lunch, Miao Cui selected some fish segments for the blind nobleman.
Ying Niang thanked her.
"You're welcome. My second son is stupid. Ying Niang, please take care of yourself. If he doesn't obey, just tell me and I'll beat him." Miao Cui said with a smile. Yu Shitou was silent while eating. Mom found that there seemed to be a stove in the front cabin and the temperature was a little higher.
Her body finally felt better.
It is no exaggeration to say that the cold wind on Jiang Shang is bone-chilling. At night, my hands and feet are often numb with ice, making it impossible to sleep. During the day, my breath feels like ice and snow entering my lungs. Sometimes when I touch the wooden hairpin hidden in my sleeve, I feel like I am touching something. A popsicle, the pain in my body was suppressed by the cold.
In fact, she thinks that the third sister is smarter, but the Yu family focuses on taking care of Yu Jinzi, so Yingniang can only secretly take care of the third sister's study progress and read more books from memory to her. She should I have read many poetry travel notes.
Whenever this happens, Ying Niang will feel that Yu Dalang is also listening.
Yingniang temporarily stayed at Yu's house and was responsible for teaching the two children how to read and write. As for Yu Dalang, he listened to whatever he wanted, until one day, Yu Erlang's homework was a little weird. She touched the traces of fine sand and found that the handwriting was not as usual. The edge is crooked, but straight and straight.
"Xiao Jinzi is too stupid, I wrote it on his behalf." Yu Dalang pretended to be nonchalant.
After checking it carefully, Ying Niang said: "It's very well written."
Neither of them said anything.
However, when the next port of call stopped, Yu Dalang not only bought medicine but also bought some books and asked Xiao Jinzi to read them. Xiao Jinzi couldn't even recognize all the characters. How could he read them? Xiao Yinzi gave them to Lady Ying. She could read them. Many, I reluctantly read it intermittently, and skipped some unfamiliar words.
Ying Niang listened for a while and then picked up the book: "This should be Wu Daozi's Collection of Yashan. It mainly talks about various famous mountains and rivers, and there should be various poems written by poets about them. "
Ying Niang listened to the third sister's reading, and she added to the side. Xiao Yinzi took a peek at his elder brother and found that he was leaning at the cabin door, his head lowered, and he was listening attentively.
Xiao Yinzi covered his mouth and laughed.
Although she did not have the name of a teacher, she had the reality of being a teacher. Ying Niang felt that Cui Niang and the captain were much more polite to her. Her nerves that had been tense and frightened finally relaxed, and she was no longer so wary.
Not long after dinner, Yu Shitou, who had been out all day, finally came back. After putting down the food, he said with a slight panic: "The Chuzhou side has been captured by the rebels. I heard that the general in Chuzhou will eat himself to death." ”
The sentence is not very clear and a bit confusing.
"What do you mean eating yourself to death?" Miao Cui didn't understand.
"That's right, that's right..." Yu Shitou's eyes were full of fear: "The rebels forced him to eat his own flesh, and he ate it to death piece by piece."
Xiao Jinzi was so frightened that he ran into A Niang's arms, and Miao Cui was also frightened.
Late at night, Ying Niang had a dream. When she woke up from the dream, she vaguely felt that the monstrous flood was submerging her. There was cold sweat on her forehead. There was darkness in front of her eyes, which was cold to the bones.
