"Dad, have you eaten?"
"Eat, eat!"
Lin Sanzhu touched his hungry belly, thinking that when his son was done eating, he would be able to go home and eat immediately.
"Gouzi, did my deskmate show you the book?"
"Look, dad, don't worry, my deskmate is very kind to me."
Lin Yuanqiu did not tell the truth. He decided that before he bought the "Three Character Classic", he should not tell the cheap daddy about the bad things that happened in the school, so that he could make money with peace of mind.
After listening to his son's words, Lin Sanzhu immediately felt relieved. Now he no longer had to worry about his son being punished by his master, but he didn't know whose child was so kind.
"Gouzi, who is at the same table with you?" Lin Sanzhu asked.
"It's cousin Wen Jin from Grandpa's family."
Lin Wenjin was two months older than him, so there was nothing wrong with calling him cousin.
Cousin Wen Jin?
Lin Sanzhu was surprised, wasn't Wen Jin the grandson of his uncle's family?
Will he show the book to Gouzi?
Didn't the two children just fight?
Why can't he believe it so much?
It's just that children are not allowed to lie about anything they say or do, so what Gouzi said must be true.
Under the big camphor tree not far away, Lin Jincai had already learned from his grandson that Lin Yuanqiu had no books at all.
Lin Jincai couldn't help but shook his head. He just said, how could the second brother have spare money for his children to study? It turned out that he had the idea of studying for a while and was not afraid of embarrassment. What a nonsense.
After breakfast, Lao Lintou, who was smoking a dry cigarette in the main room, couldn't help but sneeze three times in a row.
Seeing this, Mrs. Wu hurriedly went back to her room to get a coat and put it on him. It was getting colder day by day, but be sure not to catch a cold.
Seeing the old man looking out of the house from time to time, Wu knew what he was looking at without much guessing. Except for the third father and his son, everyone else was at home now.
Mrs. Wu returned to her room and took out her sewing basket, picked up the half-mended clothes, and said to Old Lintou while sewing, "Why don't we make a bet? If it doesn't take three days, the dog will definitely not want to go to school again." ”
I have to get up early every day. No kid can bear this hardship. After two or three days of fresh energy, I am sure I won’t be too lazy to go back.
Old Lintou did not answer Wu's words, because in his mind, the scene from the morning kept reappearing, the thin baby, the book bag slung across the body, the straight back, and the firm steps. , walked forward quickly.
Old Lintou felt that his wife would definitely lose this bet.
Sure enough, after five days in a row, Lin Yuanqiu got up early as on the first day. After washing up, he took water and went directly to the clan school.
As for Lao Lintou, he helped open the door as he had done the previous day, and then followed his grandson all the way and watched him walk into the class house with his own eyes.
As for Lin Wenjin in Ethnology, he still covered his books with his sleeves.
But there are some differences. For example, parents no longer need to carry bamboo baskets to deliver meals to their children.
After every morning reading class, Master Wang would let the students go home directly, which was still half an hour. Anyone who was late would not only be punished by standing at the door, but also be slapped with a ruler and slapped ten times on the palms of their hands.
So, so far, no one dares to be late.
…
On this day, just after midnight, it began to rain lightly in the sky, and along with the rain came gusts of cold wind.
The temperature suddenly dropped a lot.
Lin Sanzhu looked up at the sky. It was gray. It looked like the rain would not stop for a while.
It was time for class to end soon. Lin Sanzhu didn't waste any more time. After holding up his oil-paper umbrella, he quickly ran to the clan school.
Because it was raining, Lin Sanzhu went directly to the corridor. Standing here, he would not get wet by the rain.
Along the east end of the corridor, there is a branch window, and the window leaves are supported by wooden poles. Standing at this end of the corridor, you can clearly see the scene in the class room.
Lin Sanzhu was a little moved, so he moved lightly towards the window. When he was close, he leaned forward and looked into the room through the crack in the window.
In the long and narrow class room, Mrs. Wang was wearing a long green coat, holding a book in his hand, pacing and reading the Three-Character Sutra in the book.
Jade is not cut, not a device. If a person does not learn, he does not know righteousness...
Look at the students below, each reading and flipping through the books on the table.
Only his dog, with his hands behind his back, his back straight and his chest straight, followed his master with his eyes, reading carefully every word.
Looking at the desk in front of Gouzi, it was empty, with nothing on it.
Boom! ! !
Lin Sanzhu seemed to hear his heart being hammered hard.
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Chapter 7 Going to town
After leaving homework for the students to memorize at home, Master Wang sent everyone off to school.
On a rainy day, there are many people coming to pick up their children.
After coming here several times, Lin Sanzhu knew his son's temperament and knew that he would be the last one, so he stepped aside and watched other children come out of the classroom one after another.
Families that can afford to send their children to study in the clan are considered to be relatively well-off. No, many people even made new clothes for their children in order to go to school this time. Although they are all made of ordinary cotton, It looks a lot more glamorous.
Lin Yuanqiu, who was covered in patches, walked with them like a little beggar.
Looking at the schoolbags carried by the other children, all of them were bulging, except for Lin Yuanqiu's, which was flat and clinging to the crossbar. At a glance, it was clear that there was nothing inside.
The more Lin Sanzhu looked at him, the more uncomfortable he felt. For the first time, he felt that he was so useless as a father.
Thinking of the scene he just saw outside the window, and thinking of his uncle's grandson covering the book with his sleeve as if he was used to it, Lin Sanzhu couldn't help but ask, "Yuan Qiu, did Wen Jin lend you the book today?" ?”
"Look! Dad, don't worry. Cousin Wen Jin lends books to the child every day. If you don't believe it, the child can memorize quite a few chapters of the Three-Character Sutra now."
As he spoke, Lin Yuanqiu memorized every word.
"In the beginning, human beings are inherently good by nature. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart. If they refuse to teach, their nature will change. The way to teach is to be specialized. In the past, Meng's mother chose a neighbor, but her son did not learn, and the opportunity was cut off..."
The child's voice was clear and bright, and sounded particularly pleasant on the empty village road. But when Lin Sanzhu heard it, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Seeing the seriousness on his son's face again, Lin Sanzhu's words "Let's not go to school anymore" were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them out.
He knelt down so that his son could lie on his back.
The road after the rain is full of mud. If you accidentally soil your cotton shoes, you won’t even have a replacement pair at home.
…
Smoke was rising from the kitchen, and by the time Lin Sanzhu arrived home carrying Lin Yuanqiu on his back, dinner was already ready.
Mrs. Wu always felt that the third child talked very little tonight. Seeing that he was holding his job, he went back to his room not long after.
Wu was a little worried, whether the third child was feeling uncomfortable somewhere.
Then I thought about the way my third son was devouring his meal just now. He didn't look like he was feeling uncomfortable.
Wu shook her head, no matter what, the third child would get nervous from time to time anyway, she was used to it.
Mrs. Wu would have never imagined that her third son would start thinking about making money after he came back from the clan school.
Lin Sanzhu thought to himself that since Gouzi likes to study, he, as a father, must buy a book for his son no matter what.
Also, the kid is also studying, so why should his dog be dressed in rags?
So he must earn money, lots and lots of money. As a father, he has to make his dog wear new clothes no matter what.
But, what kind of business should I do?
Lin Sanzhu covered his head and thought again and again.
By the way, why not go to the town dock to help others carry goods? There are people in the village who work there all year round. I heard that the wages can be paid once a day, which is quite good.
However, Lin Sanzhu lowered his head and looked at his body. He couldn't compare with those strong villagers.
So, what should I do if I can’t bear it?
Will he be pushed to the ground by the cargo?
The more Lin Sanzhu thought about it, the more frightened he became. Forget it, he might as well find another way to make money.
Soon, Lin Sanzhu remembered the shopkeeper Zhou who often came to Xiaogaoshan Village. Every time he arrived with a load, the young wives and old ladies in the village would quickly surround him. He thought he could make a lot of money.
Lin Sanzhu felt that it would be good to be a salesman.
However, Lin Sanzhu remembered that as a salesman, he had to go to the county town to purchase goods, and he had no capital.
What's more, carrying a load through the streets and alleys every day, in the wind and rain, is so tiring.
Also, in a while, it will be windy and snowy.
When the weather is freezing and snowy, if you carry a load and walk in the countryside, you won't freeze to death.
Thinking of himself shivering from the cold, Lin Sanzhu shook his head like a rattle. If he didn't go, he would never be able to do this business.
Therefore, under the self-rejection that this can't be done or that can't be done, things quickly returned to the starting point of having no money to buy books.
Lin Sanzhu sighed, it was really difficult to make money.
Just as Lin Sanzhu was patting his forehead and preparing to think of other ways, his eyes accidentally glanced at the new cotton-padded jacket on the kang.
The gray-brown fabric is made of new cotton, and because persimmons sold for hundreds of cents more this year, when the sister-in-law and the others went to buy fabric, his mother specially asked her to choose cotton to make the noodles.
Coupled with Feng's delicate stitching, this cotton-padded jacket must be worth dozens of cash.
Lin Sanzhu thought to himself that if he had dozens of articles, he would go to bookstores and ask if there was a cheaper version of the "Three Character Classic". As long as it was not short of chapters or pages, it would not matter even if it was older.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible. Lin Sanzhu was a little proud. He was really smart. No wonder his dog was so smart. He must have followed him as his father.
As soon as he thought of it, Lin Sanzhu found a piece of cloth, spread it out, then folded the cotton-padded clothes and packed the bag.
When Lin Yuanqiu returned to the room after dinner, what he saw was the scene of cheap daddy wrapping his new cotton-padded jacket into a big package.
"Dad, what are you doing putting your new cotton-padded jacket in your bag?"
