At this moment, in the Wu residence on Datong Lane, Guayi Street, Hexia Street, Cheng'en is already over two years old and can already run away.
Mr. Wu, who had always been thin and lean, naturally cherished his son when he had a son in his later years. Although he doted on little Cheng'en, it depends on Cheng'en whether the glorious history of two generations of Wu family officials can be revived.
Wu Rui, courtesy name Tingqi and nickname Juweng. He always had a mountain beard and a square scarf on his head. He always wore the gray bamboo cloth gown and a pair of flat black cloth shoes with rolled tops. His attire was the standard outfit for scholars in the Ming Dynasty, and it was the same outfit for both students and scholars in Shanyang County.
Mr. Wu knew that this outfit was difficult to match his status as a boss, but no matter who said it, he could not be swayed. His poor appearance made many people in Guiyi Street point their fingers and laugh at him behind his back.
What's even more ridiculous is that the signboard on the store says, "Small shopkeepers are honest, no double price, no credit." I don't know how many times I was scolded by my wife, Mrs. Xu. He sat in the shop doing nothing, and all visitors were received by his subordinates. His eyes were full of confusion, and the layout of his home was also different from ordinary people.
In fact, who can understand Mr. Wu’s heart? But Chengen later understood him very well, understood him, and felt sorry for him...
As a scholar, Mr. Wu has always been immersed in his own world. He even often dreams about himself rushing to the provincial examination, dreaming about himself taking the examination basket to take the imperial examination. Once he even dreamed that he was admitted to the Juren Examination, but When I woke up excitedly, he hid his face and cried...
From time to time, he kept thinking that his father died while serving in Hangzhou, and that he and his mother had to come back in disgrace to survive. To this day, he still misses the time when his mother would go to wash clothes for a wealthy family with a shy face and mend clothes to make a living. He always thought that if his father had not left, then he and his mother would not have returned to the ancient town of Hexia. Instead, they would have lived a nourishing life in the south of the Yangtze River with Suzhou and Hangzhou in the heaven that everyone yearned for...
The God of Destiny actually played a huge joke on Wu Rui, which really made him understand how fate plays tricks on people. Sitting in the shop Wu Rui, Mr. Wu was reading a book and recalling the past. However, since Xiao Chengen came to the Wu family two years ago, Mr. Wu feels like a gift from God. There is always a smile on his face. Everyone in the Wu family I will definitely serve this young master as a national treasure.
Mr. Wu Rui consciously let Chengen get in touch with the book of sages. Although it was too early, the pain he endured in order to learn a little knowledge forced him to make plans early.
The child's heart is close. According to his observation, his son Cheng'en is extremely talented and always likes to run around with a group of children under the big tree opposite the store.
Besides, Master Shen had finished lunch and was tired for a long time. He yawned. The considerate young lady winked at Xiaoling. Xiaoling immediately went to the young lady's room to tidy up, and then Master Shen went to take a nap.
"Mom, I'm going to the drugstore." The young mistress watched the man go to the room and handed Kun'er to Mrs. Shen.
"Daughter-in-law, why are you going to the drugstore?" Mrs. Shen asked with concern.
"I'm going to the drugstore to buy some malt."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Shen asked, "What do you want to do with that?" An ominous premonition came over her.
"Get ready to wean Kun'er." The young lady said firmly.
"What? Wife, you have to wean Kun'er as soon as he is one year old. His father did not eat until he was three or four years old when he was a child -" Mrs. Shen said sharply.
"Mom, it's not that I'm cruel, let alone any other reason." The young mistress walked up to Mrs. Shen and stroked her son's head and said to Mrs. Shen, "Mom, I have read a book on Western medicine. Breastfed children can be weaned when they are one year old, because The milk at this time is no longer nutritious for the child, so it’s time to eat.”
"Daughter-in-law, it's useless for you to tell the truth today. I won't allow you to wean now. Which child of the older generation doesn't feed until they are four or five years old, and some even longer." Mrs. Shen's face changed as she spoke.
"Kun'er is tired of playing too. Look, your eyelids are fighting. Mom, let's go to bed." The young mistress knew that nothing she said now would work, so she said nothing more and returned to the room with her son in her arms.
Mrs. Shen was very unhappy because of her daughter-in-law's sudden appearance. It turns out that today is the grandson's one-year-old birthday, and the little guy grabbed the stationery, which made the master so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. At noon, the master was so drunk that he should be asleep in the clear pool now.
This daughter-in-law is good at everything, so why does she suddenly have to wean Kuner? What is she going to do? Mrs. Shen was puzzled.
Of course, as she gets older, she cannot understand that her daughter-in-law's weaning has much to do with her precious grandson. She and her daughter-in-law must have very different concepts, which is what modern people call the generation gap.
Little Shen Kun held the young mistress's nipple in his mouth and slowly fell asleep. The young mistress hugged her son and thought about the unpleasantness she had just had with her mother-in-law. She was at a loss for ideas. But she knew that everything would have to wait until the two men of the Shen family sat together before they could unify their thoughts and make a final decision.
After deciding on the idea, the young mistress caressed Kun'er, and the mother and son fell into a sweet dream almost at the same time.
"Master Shen's mansion is in high school!" Suddenly, a fast horse drove towards Shen's mansion from the alley, and immediately the yamen servant held up the royal list.
"The Emperor's grace is so great! It's really the Emperor's grace that is so great!"
"Kun'er won the top prize!" The family exploded firecrackers with joy, and the sound of firecrackers shocked the entire Hexia Ancient Town...
The young mistress shouted: "Shen Wei, my son has passed the exam!"
"Wake up, wake up!" The young mistress felt someone pushing her. She slowly opened her eyes, and sure enough, it was Master Shen who pushed her.
"Why did you get the top prize? Did you have a big dream?"
The young lady looked at her son beside her and thought about the scene in her dream. She said excitedly: "My son will definitely be admitted to the top prize in the future."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Master Shen said with a smile and got up. He went to the well in front of the kitchen to fetch water and wash his face. The well water was extremely cool.
Mr. Shen was eating Dangshan pears in the Qingshui Bathhouse. The sweet juice filled his heart and spleen. His ancestors had blessed the Shen family to continue the incense. He couldn't put it down for his little grandson. Every day when he came home from outside and called his eldest grandson, he would make a promise. Reflection swayed and ran over, no matter the difficulties and dangers at his feet, he persisted in staring at the loving grandfather in his heart.
He now truly understands what it means to have an intergenerational kiss. After everything was over, Mr. Shen was dressed neatly and humming a ditty and returned home. He suddenly heard the sound of boats sailing from the canal to the south, so he turned around and headed south to the Royal Wharf at the entrance of the ancient town.
At this moment, the sun has already tilted from the top of the head to the west, and the cicadas on the dense trees are making people even more upset. Their rising and falling rhythm adds to the heat of summer.
Climbing up the stairs, a cool river breeze hit him. Master Shen opened his arms and enjoyed the gifts of the canal.
The ancient town of Hexia beside the ancient canal outside Shanyang City, Huai'an Prefecture can trace its history back to the time when King Wu Fucha first dug the canal 2,500 years ago. The northern end of the canal was called Mokou, which is today's Hexia.
Mr. Shen turned his back to the sun and stared northward. He had a panoramic view of the thousand-year-old Hexia Ancient Town. The antique buildings were surrounded by green, and the Wensi Temple pagoda towered into the clouds to the west.
"Go and worship Buddha." Mr. Shen said to himself.
If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time.
