A north wind was blowing outside and the night was exceptionally cold.
After cleaning up the table for dinner, her mother Chen returned to the bedroom and was a little distracted, Zhu’s father gave Chen a good foot wash before putting it at her feet, Chen almost stepped on the foot wash basin when she washed her feet.
“Our family is not short of money, lending some to big brother also makes, big brother said will return.” Zhu father thought that Chen’s heartache in the evening lent to elder brother Zhu Shouren’s ten taels of silver, and could not help but sniff and persuade.
“That doesn’t know the monkey years and months.” Chen bristled, “I’m not counting on your big brother to pay back the money either. Jun’er is also the one I watched grow up, to Jun’er to talk about marriage, we contribute some money is also should be.”
Zhu father smiled at the words, he also knows his own big brother’s temperament, the first few times to find their own private borrowed money are not a little intention to return, not to mention the return, borrowing money, big brother did not even mention.
“His father, this turn of the eye Jun’er have said marriage, you say our swine son is not also should say marriage” Chen’s careless hurriedly washed his feet, then looked at Zhu’s father, his eyes brightly asked.
“There’s no hurry, Jun’er is a year older than Swine’er, and Swine’er is about to go to the capital for his exams, so don’t let him get distracted.”
Only then did Father Zhu realise that Chen’s distraction was not because of the money loan, but for the swine’s marriage. Hearing Chen’s words, Father Zhu shook his head after a little thought, then bent down to bring Chen’s foot wash water after washing her feet to himself, took off his own shoes, and used Chen’s foot wash water to wash his own feet as well.
“It’s also true that the swine’s son is about to go to the capital to take the examination, and he’s only been home for a few days.”
Chen thought of the fact that Zhu Pingan was about to take the examination at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and it would not be good if the examination was affected, so Chen suppressed the idea of giving Zhu Pingan a marriage proposal for the time being.
In another room, Zhu Pingan didn’t know that he had almost been proposed to, at this time, Zhu Pingan was sitting in front of the desk by the window. Through the light of the oil lamp is flipping through the books borrowed from Li Dazhoujia, read a moment to copy a moment, and when the hands are cold and hard to bear, put your hands in the sleeves to warm up for a moment, and then put up the pen to continue copying.
At the beginning, Zhu Pingan really took the eight-legged essay as a tool to enter the imperial examination, and originally had a completely critical attitude. After seeing more and reading more, Zhu Pingan slowly read out admiration and admiration from the eight-legged text.
The eight-legged essay does not have the style of Song lyrics, there is no Tang poetry of the magnificent weather, but there is a unique thinking meticulous, it can also also be magnificent. It can also be fresh and elegant, but also can be brilliant, the weather, even if limited to the strict eight-legged format, in fact, to the truly learned and talented people left the space for innovation and differences.
The main thing is that this is also the children of the humble family ladder, green lamps and cold scrolls after the bitterness and the joy of the gold list.
After Zhu Pingan finished copying an eight-legged model essay. Then carefully read up, its ideas and writing with their own before according to the title of the eight-legged essay to check several times, take the essence, to find the shortcomings, a time of great gains.
This eight-legged finished, Zhu Pingan and pen to re-write a eight-legged essay, written to half of the time the oil lamp suddenly went out.
The window was closed tightly, no wind could blow in. The oil lamp, however, suddenly went out.
At this moment, it was a quiet night outside, and the sound of the wind blowing was as sinister as a ghost’s cry.
Could it be?
Zhu Pingan held the oil lamp in his hand. His body gave a start.
“Alas.”
Only at this moment inside the room, a sigh quietly drifted.
“The lamp is out of oil again.”
Zhu Pingan’s body gave a beat and sighed, the other day he had noticed that the oil in the oil lamp was running low, but had forgotten to add it, and at this moment the oil was out. However, the literary thoughts were flowing, and the eight-legged essay was only half written. This feeling is like a man and a woman doing something very interesting halfway through being strangled by the lifeblood.
As a last resort, Zhu Pingan had to put on another thick coat. Carrying an oil lamp, he pushed open the door and headed for the stove room. Mother Chen had put all the lamp oil in the stove room, so refuelling had to go to the stove room.
Outside in the dead of night, the moonlight was cold, barely able to see the feet.
Zhu Pingan entered the cooker room, used a flint to light the oil lamp in the cooker room, then added oil to his own oil lamp by the light, then lit the fire again, then blew out the oil lamp in the cooker room.
Zhu Pingan carried the oil lamp before he went out of the door of the cooker room, when he saw a dark shadow standing at the door, appearing very abruptly under the moonlight.
Zhu Pingan almost did not throw the oil lamp in his hand to the ground.
“Swine, it’s you, I thought there was a burglar in the house. Why aren’t you sleeping yet? Zhu father’s voice came.
Father, don’t you know that this will scare the sh*t out of people?
Zhu Pingan looked at his own old man with a grumpy face, shook the oil lamp in his hand and said, “Father, just now, the oil lamp in my son’s room ran out of oil, so I came over to add some oil.”
“It’s almost midnight, stop reading, go to sleep swine child.” The door to the main room was pushed open, and mother Chen stood at the door with a yawn and said.
“Well, I know mother, I’ll go to sleep now.” Zhu Pingan answered.
As Zhu father and Chen went back to their rooms one after another to rest, Zhu Pingan carried the oil lamp into the bedroom, placed the oil lamp on the table, sat down at the table and continued to continue writing down the eight stocks that he hadn’t finished.
The next morning, Chen got out of bed through the window and found that last night’s late sleep Zhu Pingan, at the moment sitting in the courtyard in front of the big stone to practice writing, can not help but heartbroken, this stupid child get up so early for what, last night, did you sleep well.
The swine’s son was so dedicated to his studies that he really didn’t want to disturb him anymore, so Chen put down the idea of giving Zhu Pingan a marriage proposal.
“His father, go catch one of the old hens from the chicken coop and kill it to make soup.” Chen stood in front of the window and turned her head to say to Zhu’s father who was getting up.
“Didn’t Old Zhang’s family send over a processed rooster just yesterday?” Father Zhu said to Chen as he put on his shoes.
“Roosters aren’t as tonic as our old hens, I see that Swine’s son is up so early again, he didn’t even know when he went to bed last night, so we need to give him a good tonic.” Chen looked at Zhu Pingan who was working hard outside the window and said with heartache.
“As long as you are not heartbroken.” Zhu father smiled.
“Kill when I tell you to, so many words, aren’t you a big old man!” Chen glared hard at Father Zhu and said.
“Whether I’m a big old man or not, you still don’t know,” Father Zhu muttered in a double entendre.
“Hun say what!”
Before he could finish his words, Chen’s red face forcefully twisted on Zhu’s arm.
Zhu father didn’t cry out in pain, grinning foolishly.
“What are you laughing at, empty the night pot!” Chen’s red face glared at Zhu father, her head twisted, and she went out to cook.
Zhu Pingan is practicing calligraphy on the stone, suddenly heard the yard chicken nest a chicken jump, turned his head to see Zhu’s father head a few chicken hairs, grabbed an old hen, mouth chanting chicken chickens do not hair strange, and then a clean knife down, scalding hot water pulling the chicken feathers to open and break the belly of the whole thing, and then carry a white chicken to go to the cooker room to Chen’s to take credit for it!
It looks like the mother is going to give herself an extra meal.
With a family like this, what more could a man ask for?
Zhu Pingan only felt that his body was full of strength, and he was as smooth as running water.
