Lin Yuanhuai, who also felt aggrieved, also started crying.
The two did not learn arithmetic in vain. After learning to count from their elder brother, Lin Yuanhuai and Lin Yuanbai would often practice it.
No, when they first started drying persimmons that day, they went to count them. There were a total of twenty-six persimmons drying in the basket. Thinking of the sweet and glutinous taste, the two of them thought about it and waited for the persimmons. Once it’s done, you’ll definitely have something for yourself to eat.
On the first day, Lin Yuanhuai and Lin Yuanbai touched the persimmons and found that they were no longer sticky.
The next day, before the two went out to play, they counted twenty-six.
On the third day, it seemed that the sweet fragrance could be smelled. The two continued to count. Well, there were still twenty-six.
On the fourth day, the persimmons were flat and red in color, so beautiful. Lin Yuanbai and Lin Yuanhuai couldn't help but sucked their saliva. What should they do if they really wanted to eat them?
On the fifth day, just after breakfast, Tiedan shouted outside the courtyard wall to catch the grasshoppers. Lin Yuanhuai and Lin Yuanbai rushed out immediately, forgetting about counting persimmons.
The sixth day and the seventh day were still the same as the fifth day. The two followed Tiedan and the others, catching grasshoppers, making grass cages, loading grasshoppers, and racing grasshoppers, and had a great time.
On the eighth day, they suddenly realized that they had not seen persimmons for many days, so the two little guys quickly came to the basket rack.
Who wouldn’t know it if you don’t look at it? You’ll be shocked when you look at it. There are so many persimmons. Why are there only six left?
So, in line with the principle of not being at a loss, the two of them swept all the remaining persimmons into their arms, and then found a place to share them.
Lin Yuanbai became more and more sad as he talked, and soon started howling at the top of his lungs, followed closely by Lin Yuanhuai.
Old Lintou and Wu: "..."
Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu: "..."
It was as if they were secretly eating alone as adults.
Although I think so in my heart, why is my face a little red?
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Chapter 33 Going to the county seat
Early the next morning, Lin Yuanfeng and Lin Yuansong went to the back mountain carrying bamboo baskets.
The two of them had been there a few days ago and saw that many wild persimmons had turned yellow, so it was just the right time to pick them.
It takes about an hour to walk back and forth from home to the mountains. It is definitely no problem to walk three or four times in a day.
When the two of them went down the mountain, they cut some weeds and covered them with grass so that no one would see the wild persimmons in their baskets.
Lin Dazhu and his three brothers used long wooden ladders to pick the yellowed fruits from the persimmon trees in the backyard.
The branches of the persimmon tree are very fragile. When picking persimmons, people cannot climb up the tree, so it is very laborious every time to pick persimmons.
But this time it was different, because the persimmons on the tree were still hard, and there was no need to worry about damaging the skin when making persimmons. Therefore, after a while, the three brothers picked a lot of persimmons.
Lao Lintou and Mrs. Wu found the drying mats, which were used to dry rice at home. They were just perfect for drying persimmons at this moment.
First, use a broom to sweep away the dust on it, and then wipe it with hot water over and over again. It's all the stuff you put in your mouth, so you have to make it clean, otherwise you'll be out of business.
In this way, in the next period of time, Lin Dazhu brothers, Lin Yuanfeng and Lin Yuansong were all busy making persimmons.
Several children in the family will join in from time to time. Even four-year-old Chun Yan and Chun Cao often help turn over the persimmons.
Zhou, Liu, Feng and Chunmei were still busy with their embroidery work. During this time, pencil cases and fan covers with flip lids were selling well.
The last time Lin Sanzhu delivered the goods, shopkeeper Gao specifically told him to make more. Of course the Zhou family were happy. They were all similar embroidery work, but compared to purse handkerchiefs, fan covers and pencil cases cost a lot more. Where's the text?
During this period, Lao Lintou and Wu took care of the cooking. One of the old couple lit the fire and the other cooked the food. The two of them talked and laughed, as if they were back to the time when the family had just separated.
Now in the whole family, Lin Yuanqiu is probably the one who has the least sense of participation.
But there is nothing we can do about it. Studying here is not as good as in modern times. You can rest for two days every week. In addition to the one-day holiday every half month, there are other longer holidays, except for the busy farming holiday. It’s annual leave.
During the rest of the time, Lin Yuanqiu had to get up early every day to go to the clan school for morning reading. After the morning reading, he would be given half an hour for breakfast, then return to the class building to continue class, and then half an hour for lunch, and then it would be almost time for you to start class. After school, I feel like a top every day.
Lin Yuanqiu felt that in ancient times, it was not easy for children to study. Take myself as an example. At the age of six, which is still the age of kindergarten in modern times, when you get here, you are a formal scholar. According to Mrs. Wang, those Most boys from wealthy families start enlightenment at the age of four, and from then on it is difficult to sleep in.
It’s scary to think about.
What Lin Yuanqiu admires the most is Master Wang. He can actually teach several subjects at the same time. In addition to the previous teaching of Mengyang and Mingzi, and now the Four Books, now he has added arithmetic. He is really good at everything.
And one day when Lin Yuanqiu went to see Master Wang, he actually saw him coming out with a nine-stringed qin in his arms, and he was about to stroke it.
Seeing Lin Yuanqiu's surprised look at that time, Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "What's the point? In addition to playing the nine-stringed harp, your wife can also ride and shoot."
When he said this, Lin Yuanqiu saw that Mrs. Wang's eyes were full of admiration when she looked at Master Wang.
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After the busy farm break, there were nine more new students in the ethnic studies, all around ten years old.
The original fifteen people, plus the current nine, twenty-four students were sitting in the same classroom, which was suddenly very crowded.
The new students have just started their studies, so their academic progress is naturally different from that of Lin Yuanqiu and others.
Mrs. Wang divided the children into two groups for teaching. First, Lin Yuanqiu and his friends were taught the Four Books. After half an hour of lecture, the nine new students were rotated, and Mrs. Wang led them to read the Three Character Classic.
Lin Yuanqiu and the fifteen of them began to practice calligraphy.
Not far from the clan school, there are several large camphor trees planted. At this moment, the camphor leaves are blowing in the autumn wind, making a rustling sound, like clapping for the children who are reading at the moment.
Lin Yuanqiu took out the rough-edged paper from his book bag. He specially asked his father to buy it for him to practice calligraphy. Compared with rice paper, rough-edged paper was much cheaper.
In addition, the biggest advantage of rough-edged paper is that it has good astringency effect, and the paper is warm and smooth, making it easy to write without ink bleeding. This was also Lin Yuanqiu's first choice paper when he practiced calligraphy in his previous life, especially for writing seal script. The brushwork, coupled with the plain paper, brings out the clumsy feel.
Open the rough paper, spread it on the desk, and then take out the small pottery bowl and the porcelain bottle for ink. Although he already has an inkstone, Lin Yuanqiu still likes to bring the ground ink with him, so as to save the inkstone, ink sticks, and water. , it is really inconvenient to put it in a book bag.
Nowadays, Lin Yuanqiu does all the ink grinding himself. Before going to bed every night, he will grind the ink on two inkstones and pour it into porcelain bottles before going to sleep on the kang.
After pouring a small amount of the ink into the pottery bowl, Lin Yuanqiu took out the brush, dipped it in the ink to adjust the edge, and then put the brush on the paper.
Perhaps because he was still young, the writing power he used was not enough. In the eyes of Master Wang, Lin Yuanqiu's handwriting seemed good, but in Lin Yuanqiu's own opinion, it was still a bit immature. In fact, there was no conflict between the two. Master Wang agreed, That was for a six-year-old child, but Lin Yuanqiu was already mentally aged, so naturally he looked down upon his calligraphy in his previous life.
But there is nothing we can do about it. Some things must be accumulated over time. The only possible shortcut is to write more, practice more and spend more time.
Now, Lin Yuanqiu felt that he was good if he could write neatly and clearly.
Now that they have learned the Yan Yuan chapter of "The Analects of Confucius", the process is quite fast.
Lin Yuanqiu has figured out Master Wang's teaching steps. He should first take everyone to briefly browse all four books, and then explain them in depth one by one.
Lin Yuanqiu specially prepared a book of class notes in order to write down the meanings of the words in the article.
It is said that a good memory is not as good as a bad writing. After taking notes in class, it is much easier to study them at home.
When he had some time, Lin Yuanqiu was ready to sort out the good learning methods in his previous life. It was said that good learning methods had the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort. He could definitely use the good methods in his studies.
Turning to the Yan Yuan Chapter of The Analects of Confucius, and after reading the article carefully, Lin Yuanqiu dipped his pen in ink and started writing word for word.
Confucius said: To restrain oneself and return to propriety is benevolence. For one day to restrain oneself and return to propriety, the world will return to benevolence. Does benevolence depend on oneself and not on others? Yan Yuan said: "Please ask about his eyes." Confucius said: "Don't look at anything that's not polite, don't hear anything that's not polite, don't speak anything that's not polite, don't do anything that's not polite..."
When writing, Lin Yuanqiu deliberately did not read the book again. He wanted to try to see if he could write down the entire article silently.
It's a pity that he still lacks familiarity with some traditional Chinese characters. Before he could finish writing on a piece of rough paper, Lin Yuanqiu was stuck on the character "bin".
When he wrote calligraphy in his previous life, he also used traditional Chinese, but the occurrence rate of the word "bin" in poetry was so low that he couldn't remember it now.
Lin Yuanqiu thought about it carefully. He remembered that the middle position of the word "bin" seemed to be the word "shao". Yes, it should be the word "shao" with a little less, and then below the word "shao", there was the traditional Chinese character "贝".
According to memory, Lin Yuanqiu finally wrote out the words, and then checked it against the book. Well, he did not make a mistake.
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In October, the persimmons are ripe, and the villagers in Xiaogaoshan are busy picking and selling persimmons every day.
Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu also carried persimmons to the town to sell them from time to time.
The reason why I go there every now and then is because I don’t have many fresh persimmons at home. If I go every day, they will all be sold out within three days.
No, the two brothers changed their previous habit of not taking the oxcart. They waited for the time when there were the most people, grandly carried the persimmons out of the door, and then put the persimmon basket on the oxcart.
The purpose is to give everyone the impression that their family has sold persimmons this year.
There is really no way to do this, otherwise the whole village will wonder, why doesn't your family sell a single persimmon this year?
Also, where are your persimmons?
Therefore, there is no way, the illusion that should be created must be created.
No, for those persimmon trees in the backyard, when picking persimmons to make persimmons, Lao Lintou specially left the persimmons on the tops of the trees, so that when viewed from a distance, his persimmon trees would not look bare and cause confusion. Attention from others.
This year, most of the wild persimmons in the back mountain were picked home by Lin Yuanfeng and Lin Yuansong, except for those that were too high on the top of the trees.
Because of this, it is no exaggeration to describe Lao Lintou’s persimmon cakes as “overflowing with cakes”.
In the past few days, except Zhou's sisters-in-law who are still doing embroidery work, the rest of the family are now busy drying persimmons.
The reason why we do this is because we are worried that green hair will grow on the persimmons if they are stored for too long. Fortunately, such a situation exists, but I haven’t found many of them.
The family had already discussed how to sell the persimmons, and it was Lao Lintou who decided to sell them directly to the county town.
The main advantage of doing this is that you will rarely meet acquaintances in the county. Moreover, with so many persimmons at home, the snack shops in the town will definitely not be able to eat them.
It was Lin Sanzhu's idea to sell persimmons directly to dim sum shops. In his words, this kind of food can only be sold for its value in dim sum shops, otherwise the bag will be opened and people will squat in the West Market. , no matter how you look at it, you can bury it.
At that time, no matter how delicious the food is, it will not be sold at a high price.
When everyone heard it, they thought it was reasonable, so the matter of selling persimmons was settled.
On October 28th, at dawn, a carriage drove into the village and stopped directly at Lao Lintou's house at the west end of the village.
Soon, a person jumped out of the carriage. It was Lin Sanzhu. In order to hire a carriage, he stopped in the town specifically last night.
Lin Dazhu, who heard the sound of horse hooves, quickly opened the courtyard door. Immediately afterwards, Lin Erzhu, Lin Yuanfeng, Lin Yuansong, and Lao Lintou carried out the filled bags one by one. Lin Sanzhu also ran to help.
A quarter of an hour later, the carriage turned around and left the village. In addition to more than a dozen bags of persimmons, there were also Lin Dazhu, Lin Erzhu, and Lin Sanzhu. They were going to the county town for the first time to sell persimmons. The three brothers decided to go together so that they could interact with each other. Good to have someone to take care of me.
When the carriage passed by the village entrance, Lin Dong's ox cart had not yet set off, and there were several villagers on the cart who were going to the town.
When they saw the carriage coming, everyone was a little curious. When they saw the carriage entering the village, they wanted to see who was coming. Unfortunately, the carriage ran too fast and they didn't see anything.
At this time, there were hundreds of kilograms of persimmons loaded on the cart. In addition, the village road had some potholes, so the speed of the carriage naturally slowed down a lot.
A gust of morning wind blew open the curtains on the car window, and Lin Dazhu's face flashed past. By the time the villagers reacted, the carriage had already left the village road and reached the flat official road.
The driver whipped his horse whip, and the carriage sped off, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.
