It was also at this time that Song Yushan realized that maybe, probably, their big white goose was still a book-loving monster.
He really deserves to be a goose who grew up in their Song family!
Song Yushan did not disturb it, but sat at the counter and ate the steamed buns.
Not to mention, the weird way the big white goose sniffs books is quite satisfying.
The big white goose sniffed and found that there was a particularly attractive smell in the ink fragrance. He squinted and looked for it...
"What do you want to do?" Song Yushan clutched the oil paper bag in her hand.
The big white goose opened one eye: "!!!"
When did she come back?
What is that? It smells so good! Suck it~
Song Yushan looked at the big white goose, then at the bun in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Want to eat?"
The big white goose nodded wildly.
Song Yushan ate the last bun in several bites: "Today we will start learning the word bun."
Big White Goose: "..."
"Study well, I will buy you a bun for breakfast tomorrow." Song Yushan said.
The big white goose is eager to try!
Song Yushan moved an old sand table from the attic.
This was what her father made for her to play with when she was a child and her hands and feet were weak and she couldn't hold the brush firmly.
She placed the sand tray on the ground on the side of the counter, then took a large piece of paper and wrote eight words on it: "steamed buns, meat, vegetables, noodles, eggs, water, bran, goose".
"Today is a special session on food vocabulary." Song Yushan hung the paper on the side of the counter and taught it one by one. While reading, he also used a bamboo stick to trace the stroke order on the sand tray.
"steamed stuffed bun!"
"quack!"
"steamed stuffed bun!"
"quack!"
"Meat!"
"Gah!"
…
"The lacquered wind blows backwards in the dark night, and the flying fireflies stir up the grass and cling to the curtains." A scholar in plain robes pondered a poem in a low voice and walked towards the bookstore.
A loud "ga" suddenly pulled him out of the desolate artistic conception of the poem, and he felt a little confused that he didn't know what night it was.
Halfway through his step, his feet were still in the air. Did he go to the wrong place?
How could there be geese in such an elegant place as a bookstore?
"Ahem, Master Yang is looking for books again?" Song Yushan asked.
Master Yang cupped his hands and saluted: "I have a new poem, and I can't figure out how to correct it at the moment. Come to the bookstore and have a look. Miss Song, what are you doing?"
"I have nothing to do, so I'm teaching my geese how to read!" Song Yushan said, "Master is also a regular visitor. The poems and books are all over there. You can go and read by yourself, I won't bother you any more."
"Yes!" Master Yang handed over his hand again and went to the place where the poems and books were placed.
It's just that his steps were a little slow, and he didn't care about being rude. He looked back curiously and peeked several times.
The Miss Song family is so weird that she actually teaches a goose how to read calligraphy, and it doesn't look like she's just joking.
"Okay, Dabai, I've taught you several times. Now I'm going to test how well you recognize it. I said, you use your mouth to point out the corresponding words on the paper."
"Gah!"
"Goose!"
"Gah!"
"Meat!"
"Gah!"
…
"Yes, yes, everything is right, now let's learn to write these words!"
"Gah!"
…
Master Yang originally came here to find books, but now he was distracted by that person and the goose, and his mind was filled with "quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack."
But because I was far away, I couldn't see clearly. I wondered if the goose had really learned it, and I was very curious.
After dilly-dallying for a long time, I found a collection of poems with a similar style, and hurried to the counter to check out.
"Chenghui, half a penny." Song Yushan said.
This book is printed by my own bookstore and is cheaper.
"Master Yang?" Seeing Master Yang's delay in moving, Song Yushan called out again.
"Ah?" Master Yang was startled.
"Chenghui, half a drop of money or half a tael of silver," Song Yushan repeated again.
Master Yang quickly took out half a tael of silver, put it on the counter, picked up the book of poems, and ran away as if running away.
After walking out of Osmanthus Alley, he was still immersed in the shock of goose writing.
And his attitude towards calligraphy is more upright than that of the young children in the school. Comparing the two, Master Yang just wants to say: People are not as good as geese!
But if geese can write, is the story about monsters and ghosts more than just a legend?
Alas, he should choose another book of supernatural stories and study it carefully! It's hard to go back now, it's too rude today!
In the bookstore, Song Yushan was secretly amused. How could she not know that Master Yang was peeking at her big white goose?
This Master Yang, whose name is Yang Xuan, is from Xiaocha Township in the south of Fushui County.
Yang Xuan had little fame, but later offended the powerful officials in the county and city. He had no way to make progress. He wasted his time at the age of twenty and simply returned to his hometown the year before last.
Fortunately, I have land at home, so I have no worries about food and clothing.
Now he works as a master at the Mengxuetang in the county and rents a house near Fushui in the south of the city. He can be regarded as one of the top single young men in the county.
However, because girls of his age have either already been married or he doesn't like them, they have never been married.
It is said that this man wanted to find a woman who could raise eyebrows with him, recite poems and paint with him.
Her father had also thought about choosing a husband for her, and Mrs. Yang was one of his choices. However, Song Yushan was not very adaptable to the concept of a woman in this world who should support her husband and raise her children, and was unwilling to get married, so she established a female household.
This Master Yang, his father's evaluation of him is that he is polite and polite, but now it seems that he is still a very curious person!
Song Yushan thought.
*
Until noon that day, no second person came to the door.
Dabai completed today's literacy task very well. Song Yushan was very pleased: "I'm going to my mother-in-law's place to practice stick skills in the afternoon. You can look after the house at home and review the words you learned today. There is a sandy area in the backyard, enough for you." Yes, tomorrow morning I will check the words I learned today, and if I know them well, I will buy you a meat bun to eat."
The big white goose said that he understood, and he was sure to eat the buns tomorrow!
Song Yushan was relieved to leave it at home and went out by himself.
She went to Fumanzhai to get lunch. Before leaving, she couldn't help but comfort her: "Uncle Jin, people who really care about you won't mind your origin. People can't choose their origin, but they can choose themselves." No matter what kind of person you become, anyone who discriminates against you because you are born special is not a close friend."
Jin Da: Surprised!
Was he exposed?
"Don't feel burdened by this. To protect yourself, it's okay to tell white lies." Song Yushan patted his shoulder and walked out.
After leaving Fumanzhai, she was still sighing.
Uncle Jin is usually so optimistic and seems to have everything he needs to eat and drink, but he didn't expect that he would have such troubles as Tianyan that he dare not reveal to his mouth.
No wonder I haven’t heard of Uncle Jin having any relatives or other friends. Maybe it’s because of his special eyes!
I just hope that her words today can make Uncle Jin let go of his grudge. The Sky Eye is a gift from God, not a symbol of bad luck.
Uncle Jin had watched her grow up and was considered half of her elder. Seeing how hard he tried to hide it, she felt quite distressed.
She said these words with the intention of comforting her, but what happened next was completely beyond her expectation.
