Lin Yuanqiu didn't quite believe it, "How about you eat one first and show it to me."
Just eat, Lin Yuanbai quickly stuffed one into his mouth, and then chewed it for Lin Yuanqiu to see. Sure enough, there was no sour expression on his face.
Lin Yuanqiu felt relieved now and quickly grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth.
As a result, before I even chewed it twice, my face suddenly turned into a sour dumpling.
Hahahaha, Lin Yuanbai, who had succeeded in his subterfuge, quickly spit out the hawthorn in his mouth while laughing. Ouch, it was so sour to him.
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Chapter 12 No Inkstone
The snow stopped after one day, and the temperature gradually rose again. As the temperature rose, the ice strips originally hanging on the eaves began to drip water drops, and the white snow spread on the tiles , also slowly turned into water.
It is said that those who melt snow are the coldest. Lin Yuanqiu felt that his hands were much stiffer than yesterday.
Fortunately, Mrs. Wang has given everyone a ten-day holiday. There is no need to go to the clan school today and tomorrow.
So the warm kang and the warm quilt made Lin Yuanqiu wake up at the end of the morning.
I originally thought that I was the last one to wake up in this family, but when I turned around and looked, I found that my cheap dad was still on the kang, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.
It was rare for Lin Sanzhu to work hard, let alone go to the dock to carry sacks, so after he recovered from his fatigue yesterday, his whole body was sore.
This is also the reason why Mrs. Wu didn't come over with a big broom, otherwise she wouldn't get up even if she lay down at this time, and the broom would be light.
Lin Yuanqiu sat up and quickly put on his clothes. Although Master Wang gave him two days off, he still had a lot of homework left.
After breakfast later, he was still busy.
At this time, I heard the door creak open, and then, a little head poked in, it was Chunyan.
Seeing that her father was still asleep, the little girl didn't dare to make too much noise. She just walked in quietly and said, "Brother, mother asked me to call you for breakfast."
Lin Yuanqiu's stomach was already growling with hunger, so he didn't waste any time. After getting down to the ground and putting on his cotton shoes, he took his eldest sister's hand and went to the main room.
Today's breakfast consisted of black-faced steamed buns and broken rice porridge. Wu also cracked two eggs into the porridge for the first time. Although there were only a few thin pieces of egg drop floating in each person's bowl, I ate that kind of breakfast today. The joy of eating eggs was overflowing on everyone's face.
The same goes for Lin Yuanqiu. It's almost a full moon since he arrived here. This is the first time he has touched eggs. Although he only has a few pieces, he is already very satisfied.
In addition, the empty city plan in the stomach waits for no one, so the steamed buns and rice porridge were quickly eaten.
Feeling his full belly, Lin Yuanqiu remembered that Cheap Daddy hadn't eaten yet.
But when he looked at the table, there was nothing except a large bowl of pickled radish in the middle of the table.
Lin Yuanqiu walked to the kitchen, wondering if his father's breakfast was still warm in the pot.
However, when Lin Yuanqiu opened the lid, he saw that there was only a large pot of water inside, which should be warm and ready for washing dishes later.
Therefore, as for his father's breakfast, he would not deny him food just because he didn't get up.
Now I only eat two meals a day. If I miss this meal, the next meal will be in Youshi, and there are still several hours.
Seeing her little grandson wandering around, Mrs. Wu stood up and was about to walk over to take a look. As a result, she saw the little guy coming over holding a big pottery bowl and humming, "Milk, my dad's breakfast?"
Lin Yuanqiu had just opened the cupboard and looked at it. Except for a few empty bowls, there was nothing edible inside.
So he came to find Wu.
Seeing the expression on her little grandson's face that said, "Don't even think about starving my father to death," Wu was really angry and funny, but she was more pleased.
It seemed that the third child's love for his son was not in vain. He knew that he cared for his father at a young age, which was a blessing in disguise.
Looking at the third daughter-in-law, who was happily eating rice porridge and pickles with chopsticks, Mrs. Wu immediately rolled her eyes.
Feng felt aggrieved. She wasn't full yet. Besides, she was the one who served her husband's breakfast yesterday.
But seeing how sensible her dog was, Ms. Feng felt that it was okay to be given a few glances by her mother-in-law.
The Zhou family and the Liu family on the side were thinking the same as their mother-in-law, that is, the bad bamboo has grown good bamboo shoots.
Mrs. Wu entered the room with a big pottery bowl, followed closely by Lin Yuanqiu. She saw his grandma walking to the kang. There was a large straw basket on the kang, which was round and made of straw. He opened the lid of the basket and took out two black-faced steamed buns, followed by a small clay pot of rice porridge, which was still warm to the touch.
Lin Yuanqiu wondered, wasn't it just steamed buns and porridge? His milk was too careful and he hid it in the room. Was he afraid of being eaten secretly?
But when Lin Yuanqiu brought breakfast to the room and saw his father digging out two shelled eggs from the bottom of the rice porridge, he realized why Wu wanted to put the porridge in his room. Co-authored I secretly prepared delicious food for my third son, and I was worried that others would find out.
Lin Sanzhu scooped out two eggs and prepared one for his son and half for each of his two daughters.
"Dad, you can eat it!" Lin Yuanqiu put the eggs back into the rice porridge.
Chunyan and Chuncao were a little reluctant to give up, staring at the fat white eggs with their eyes, unwilling to move away, but the two little girls still pushed the eggs in front of their father, "Give it to Daddy!"
In the end, Lin Sanzhu split the egg into two, and each of the children had exactly half of it, and they all ate happily.
After eating the eggs, Lin Sanzhu warned him again and again: "Don't tell anyone, do you understand?"
Knowing that, Chunyan and Chuncao nodded obediently. They didn't tell anyone about eating white flour steamed buns last night.
When he returned the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen, Lin Yuanqiu saw that only his eldest aunt and his second aunt were there. One of them washed the dishes and the other washed the pots. His mother Feng, no need to guess too much, must have gone out to visit again.
Lin Yuanqiu couldn't help but think of Wu's evaluation of Feng, who loved to be lazy, greedy, and gossip with others.
Maybe it was the thinking of modern people, but Lin Yuanqiu didn't think there was much of a problem with gluttony. Moreover, Feng was particularly obsessed with eating because her parents were partial to her when she was a child, and her family was not well off.
As for being lazy, isn't it said that those who are close to red are red, and those who are close to ink are dark? The couple has lived together for a long time, so naturally they all followed suit.
No, since his father went to the dock to carry sacks once, Lin Yuanqiu discovered that his mother, Feng, had started embroidering insoles. She said that she couldn't let her husband work so hard alone, and she also had to find ways to earn money to educate her son. .
Compared with the first two, Lin Yuanqiu felt that gossiping with others was the most important thing since the east and west had short families. Over time, conflicts would definitely arise between neighbors.
Just like a few days ago, someone in the clan had a quarrel because of gossip, and his mother Feng was also involved. Fortunately, the matter was not serious, and the quarrel broke up after a few words.
Since that day, Lin Yuanqiu has been thinking about how to help his mother correct this bad habit.
Regarding Feng's laziness, Zhou and Liu had long been accustomed to it, and they complained a little at first, but as time went by, it didn't matter anymore.
No, after taking the bowls and chopsticks from Lin Yuanqiu's hand, the two of them asked him to go play with Yuan Huai Yuan Bai.
Lin Yuanqiu didn't have time to play. During the two-day holiday, in addition to reading the Three-Character Sutra every day, he also had to write three big characters.
In the past, Lin Yuanqiu was unable to complete writing exercises like this. Now that he has pen, ink and paper, he naturally cannot afford to leave them behind.
So after returning to the room, Lin Yuanqiu took out a pen and paper from his book bag, planning to take advantage of the good light to write today's three large characters, otherwise he would not be able to see anything when it gets dark.
As for lighting the oil lamps, it was not easy to light them at will. Mrs. Wu had stuck the lamp oil in each room.
After all, it's still a waste of time.
The Lin family has four oil lamps, one each in the rooms of Lao Lintou, his wife, and their three sons. However, in their house, they don’t light oil lamps much. After all, a pound of lamp oil costs a hundred cents. Who would be willing to use it if it is not necessary.
As for getting up at night, as Wu said, isn't the window paper letting in light?
Hearing that his son wanted to write made Lin Sanzhu extremely excited. Originally, his son studied at home every day after class, but Lin Sanzhu really had no idea that his son was a scholar.
But now, when the books, paper, pen and ink were spread out on the kang, the visual conflict was different. It was at this moment that Lin Sanzhu was shocked to realize that his family also had scholars.
Like other illiterate farmers, Lin Sanzhu has always admired scholars who can read and write. Now that his son has become such a person, can he not be excited?
"Good boy, daddy, go get the big kang table right now!"
Before he finished speaking, the person had already ran out of the door three meters away.
So, Mrs. Wu, who was twisting twine in the room, saw her third son rushing in like a gust of wind, and then picked up the short table on the kang, leaving only a hasty sentence, "Dad, mother, my dog is I’m a scholar now!”
Then with a "swish" sound, he disappeared.
Wu: "Dad, what did the third child just say?"
Old Lintou knocked on the pipe pot: "He said that Gouzi is a scholar."
Wu was confused. Didn't her grandson become a scholar half a month ago?
Could it be that I have misremembered it?
And here, Lin Yuanqiu, who was taking out a blank piece of paper and preparing to start work, suddenly discovered a big problem, that is, he did not have an inkstone!
This is how to do?
Without an inkstone, there would be no ink. How could he write without ink?
Lin Sanzhu was also dumbfounded. He had never thought of buying an inkstone.
But even if I thought about it, I couldn't afford the money to buy it.
"Don't worry, let dad think about it!"
Although Lin Sanzhu was illiterate, he still knew what an inkstone looked like. There was one in the patriarch's family, and he had just seen it not long ago.
Lin Sanzhu said that in fact, the inkstone is similar to a plate for holding cakes and fruits. The only difference is that the plate allows ink sticks to produce ink.
Lin Sanzhu walked around the room, thinking, what can be used to hold ink and grind ink?
The plate can hold ink, but it cannot grind out ink.
By the way, he thought about it, Lin Sanzhu slapped his forehead and ran to the kitchen quickly.
Before Lin Yuanqiu could get off the kang and follow him to have a look, Lin Sanzhu quickly ran back and said, "Gouzi, look at the inkstone daddy made for you!"
With that said, he put the homemade "inkstone" on the low table.
I saw a palm-sized pottery dish with half a whetstone placed in the dish.
Also brought along was a small bowl of water and a small spoon.
Before Lin Yuanqiu could figure out the key, Lin Sanzhu poured two spoonfuls of water on the whetstone, then picked up an ink stick and began to draw ink in circles.
This series of operations left Lin Yuanqiu stunned.
Just when I was thinking about whether this would work, I saw the water on the whetstone gradually turning black. Is this a success?
Seeing the ink color getting thicker and thicker, Lin Sanzhu was very proud, hahaha, he is really smart.
Lin Yuanqiu was also very happy. Sure enough, there are always more solutions than difficulties. As long as you are willing to use your brain, there is no problem that cannot be solved.
Opening the book, Lin Yuanqiu dipped his pen in ink and prepared to write from the beginning of the book.
In fact, writing calligraphy is not difficult for Lin Yuanqiu. The art major he studied in his previous life included calligraphy. Lin Yuanqiu can write in regular script, running script, seal script, official script or cursive script.
Although Master Wang taught Guange style, which he had never written before, the writing techniques used should be the same.
