Early in the morning cold wind, and the snow has not melted, the people of the village of the lower river are all huddled in the warm blanket, or sleep, or couples do some interesting games, in short, the whole village is silent.
Zhu Pingan home of a room door was gently pushed open, wearing a thick with an incongruous rabbit skin hat Zhu Pingan walked out of the room, slung across the schoolbag, holding a black wooden board with him for several years.
At this time the time is still early, the east is only slightly exposed a light, all around a silence, only the sound of the cold wind whistling, but in the snow under the reflection, the visibility of the courtyard is still quite high.
Zhu Pingan slightly moved his body, and then habitually walked to the courtyard in front of a specially moved boulder, placed the black wooden board flat on the boulder, poured some hot water into the groove of the boulder, and took out a simple brush, hanging wrist to practice writing. This has been a habit that Zhu Pingan has been adhering to for several years now, the ancient imperial examination requirements for fonts are still quite high, and the calligraphy thing can’t be cheated, if you practice more, you can write well, if you practice less, you will not be as good as others, so Zhu Pingan has always insisted on getting up in the morning to practice his writing, and he has not stopped practicing in the winter, summer, or summer, without any interruptions.
In fact, a few years down the line, today is not what it used to be, Zhu Pingan’s family is also considered to be among the ranks of the affluent family of the lower river village. However, the habit of hard work and simplicity, Zhu Pingan still maintains.
Zhu Pingan so far on the two brushes, one is the year when the teacher Sun old master gifted, this brush in the copying of the book, the family wrote with; another brush is Zhu Pingan is now used by this, is Zhu father’s hand to do the brush, this brush in the early morning when practicing the word with, many years down the practice of this brush has been replaced a number of nibs, each time it is the father of the oxen hair to do it, but the pen is still the same! But the brush is still the same, the shaft has been rubbed out by Zhu Pingan.
“Why did you get up so early again ah swine child, how cold the weather is, quickly go and sleep again.”
After about half an hour or so of Zhu Pingan practicing calligraphy with his wrists hanging out, his mother Chen also got up and opened the door to her room, not surprisingly she saw her youngest son writing and drawing on the black wooden board outside again.
Outside the chilly wind, Chen just opened the door to the room felt piercingly cold, and then watched her youngest son practicing calligraphy with his bare hands, and could not help but feel pained to persuade her youngest son to go back to his room to warm up and go back to sleep for a while.
“No need mother, I’m a small person with a big fire.” Zhu Pingan dropped his pen to tick out the last stroke of the word he was writing, stopped and smiled nervously as he gave his mother a reply.
“Fart, what are you doing wearing a leather hat when you have a big fire?” Chen rolled her eyes and snapped.
Heh heh heh.
Zhu Pingan laughed nervously and did not say anything.
Chen’s also no way out, thinking of breakfast to stew an old hen to the youngest son to replenish the body, as a child chubby how cute ah, and now the person is taller, but the person is thin down. No, we have to do more delicious, and then fatten up some.
Mother Chen got up, followed by Zhu father and elder brother Zhu Pingchuan also got up.
“Father, it’s not good to walk outside in the snow, let me go drive today.” Big brother Zhu Pingchuan discussed with Zhu father and said, now Zhu Pingchuan and Zhu father almost a mould printed out, black and strong, people are also simple and honest very.
“Today’s big set, big brother is afraid to help my future sister-in-law to bring something, right?” Zhu Pingan put down his brush and joked about his big brother.
“Heh heh heh” Big brother Zhu Pingchuan rubbed the back of his head and giggled.
“What are you giggling about, just be honest.” Father Zhu kicked Zhu Pingchuan from behind and scolded him with a laugh.
Mother Chen looked at this scene, the action of panning rice paused, her speech was full of jealousy, “I’m raising you for more than ten years for nothing, the daughter-in-law hasn’t even married yet, so you’re forgetting about your mother.”
Big brother Zhu Pingan rubbed the back of his head and laughed nervously, “How can it be mother, I will marry my daughter-in-law, a piece of filial piety to you.”
Chen’s face was much better when she heard this, but her mouth was unforgiving, “Now you’re talking a good game, but you may not be able to say that after you get married.”
Big brother repeatedly assured.
Looking at this scene, Zhu Pingan suddenly had a bad taste, stopped practising his brush, with a bad smile on his lips, looked at his elder brother and suddenly asked:
“Then if Mother and Sister-in-law fall into the water at the same time, who will Big Brother save first?”
The question of daughter-in-law and mother-in-law falling into the water is an over-asked question in modern times, and modern people who have been asked a lot can always give all kinds of clever answers.
But in this era, this question was a first.
Hearing Zhu Pingchuan ask this question, his mother Chen’s eyes lit up with interest, the rice was not panned, just waiting to see how Zhu Pingchuan would answer.
Father Zhu also looked at Zhu Pingchuan with amusement.
“Cough cough cough, Er Er Di” Zhu Pingchuan just heard this question, he held back the red two cough up, with an innocent face looking at Zhu Pingan.
This, how should this answer ah.
Zhu Pingchuan heart as if there are ten thousand ants, a black face red, hand also involuntarily scratching his head.
If he said that he would save his mother first, but if Juan heard about it, it would not be good.
But if you say first save Juan, look at even the rice are not panned Chen, Zhu Pingchuan know that if he said so, the mother angry is small, sad can not be good.
It’s so difficult.
Zhu Pingchuan stammered, half a day could not say a word.
Zhu Pingan laughed nervously as he watched his big brother catch his breath.
Mother Chen looked at the dilemma of the eldest son, the heart feel happy and sad, this silly boy is too honest, will always be the oldest two tease, unlike the oldest two, the surface looks naive, but in the heart of the queer very.
Looking at the difficult eldest son, and then look at the younger son who was watching the fire from the other side of the river, Chen suddenly threw this question to Zhu Pingan.
“Swine son, what about you? Who will you save first?” Chen suddenly asked.
“Huh?” Zhu Pingan froze for a moment.
Now it was Zhu Pingchuan’s turn to look at the joke, feeling that his second brother would also have to taste the taste of his own embarrassment.
“I ah, I’m still early.” Zhu Pingan said back.
Chen was not satisfied with this answer and pressed on, “Even earlier, you still have to get a daughter-in-law, so who will you save first?”
Zhu Pingan smiled without even thinking and replied, “I’m still early, so I have time to pick a daughter-in-law who can swim, and when the time comes, I’ll save my mother first without even thinking about it.”
“You slick!” Chen scolded with a laugh.
Throughout the morning, the Zhu family was filled with laughter.
Because it still took a little time to make breakfast, Zhu Pingan practiced his writing for a while, then packed up his brush and wooden board and put it back in his room, took the Medium Meanings that Zhu Xi had borrowed from Big Caiwei’s house yesterday and went to read outside in the courtyard.
The courtyard of Zhu Pingan’s house was near the river and the edge of the village, so Zhu Pingan could easily find a quiet and undisturbed corner to read.
In ancient times, there is no speculation in doing studies and writing eight stocks, only by accumulating slowly and solidly, with a stable foundation, can one rely on one’s memories of the previous life, and stand out in this era where eight stocks are used to get a scholar, and the only thing that matters is the high level of reading. Foundation, their own foundation can not only be monks learning these years ah.
This child test, perhaps it will surprise everyone.
Zhu Pingan looked at the “Medievalism” in his hand, the corner of his mouth hung up a naive smile, only his eyes flashed an imperceptible light
