Rise From the Humble

The journey was safe and sound, and when I got home, it was just about dinner time. My mother, Mrs. Chen, waited anxiously at the gate. Seeing myself walking up on a yellow ox, my mother's worries were allayed.

At dinner, only the auntie asked happily about Zhu Pingjun's private school, how Jun'er did well in the private school, did the master praise you, what did you learn in the private school, and so on. Zhu Pingjun didn't let her down either, he boasted together, why did I behave well in the private school, I got along well with my classmates, and the master also praised me for being good to me, because I study hard and work hard in the private school. Words, recognized four words, don't be too simple and the like.

Every time Zhu Pingjun said something, the eldest aunt's eyebrows fluttered happily.

Zhu Pingan, who ate pancakes with pickled vegetables, could only complain speechlessly. I don’t know how my aunt would feel if she knew that Brother Jun fell asleep on the table on the first day of school. It's over. Master has already punished Brother Jun. If Brother Jun knows his mistakes and can correct them, Master has taught him enough. If Brother Jun is stubborn, it will be useless to say more, and the aunts and the others will think that he is jealous of Brother Jun's arrangements.

The pickled vegetables at home are all pickled by my grandmother. I have to say that although my grandmother is partial, the pickled vegetables can be described as a must.

Radish strips and cucumber strips are as beautiful as emeralds, delicious in color, sweet and sour, crispy, mellow and refreshing, with unique flavor and mouth-watering.

After so many days, this dish of pickled vegetables is accompanied by Zhu Ping'an's rice and porridge. If it is missing, the food will not taste good.

"It's better to see that the pig eats deliciously." The third aunt couldn't help praising Zhu Ping'an when she saw Zhu Ping'an eating and drinking porridge.

"So, it was right for me to let the pig herd the cows." The eldest aunt was praising Zhu Pingjun for his high spirits. After being interrupted by the third aunt, she looked displeased. How could the children of the second brother's family compare with their own children? He is just herding cattle and planing food in the soil, and his own children want to study and become champions.

Mother Chen's complexion was displeased, but she didn't like to have a fit. Grandma was staring at him, so she had to vent her anger on Zhu's father.

Not to mention what everyone did after dinner, but Zhu Pingan went to the cowshed with scissors like a thief after dinner, and walked away happily with a handful of yellow oxtail hair in his hand. come out.

Putting the scissors back in place, Zhu Pingan cut off a piece of bamboo that was as thick as a finger, and stuffed the oxtail hair into the bamboo pole in the water with his buttocks pouted.

It's not a good job, the oxtail hair is stuffed in, but I don't know what to use to fix it. When I touch it, my hand will either fall off or shrink into the bamboo pole.

"Don't play around with the water. The water is cold at night. Go back to the room early to rest." After wandering around the yard, the grandmother saw Zhu Ping'an playing with bamboo in the water basin, and thought he was just playing.

"Understood, grandma." Zhu Ping'an agreed.

Grandma urged it again and went back to the room by herself.

Zhu's father followed the sound and came, seeing his youngest son playing with his buttocks in the water, he couldn't help walking forward, holding one arm on his shoulder, just like his father teasing his son when he was a child, riding a big horse.

Zhu Ping'an was pressing the hair of the ox's tail, when Father Zhu hugged and resisted him, he suddenly flew up, and his soul was almost scared away.

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an was holding bamboo poles and oxtail hair, Father Zhu couldn't help but curiously asked why. When he knew that Zhu Ping'an was making a writing brush, he felt guilty and funny at the same time. The guilty thing is that I don't have the ability to support my son's education. The funny thing is that this stupid boy still wants to make his own writing brush, which is what writing brushes do. I don't have the ability to support my son's education, so let's make a writing brush for him to play with.

After making up his mind, Zhu's father offered to make a brush for Zhu Ping'an.

Zhu Ping raised his small face and looked at Father Zhu, a little in disbelief. Father Zhu had never studied, so how could he know how to make a brush.

"Your uncle was studying when he was a child, and I used to spend money on brushes. I went to the brush, ink, paper and inkstone shop to buy brushes and ink for your uncle. After a long time, I became familiar with the guys there, and learned to make brushes by myself. How much can I give you?" Save some money at home, it’s just that your uncle is older, so you don’t need the brushes I made. But after all these years, my craftsmanship has not declined.” Zhu’s father seemed to be reminiscing about his childhood, a little bit sad.

In this era of the Ming Dynasty, only two meals were eaten, the morning meal and the feeding. The morning meal was around eight o'clock, and the feeding was around five in the afternoon.

Zhu Ping'an went to herd cattle again after eating the imperial food.

"Hey, why do I look at our cattle? It's a little weird there." The fourth aunt frowned and said to herself when Zhu Pingan rode the old scalper out.

A pinch of the ox's tail was cut off, so it's no wonder.

Hearing this, Zhu Pingan hurriedly led the old scalper and stepped out. If the fourth aunt sees that she has cut off the tail of a cow, she doesn't know what else will happen.

Today I went to herd cattle. In addition to yesterday’s things, Zhu Ping’an also brought a small bamboo basket with a narrow top and a thick bottom, a brush and a wooden board the size of A4 paper that had been painted black. This wooden board was found in the kitchen. It may have been a part of some furniture in the past. After the furniture was broken and rebuilt, this piece of wood was thrown into the woodshed as firewood when it was useless.

Brushes and wooden boards are used to practice calligraphy. Use a bamboo tube to hold some river water, and dip the brush in water to practice calligraphy on black lacquered wooden boards in a short period of time. They can be reused indefinitely, and save ink and paper.

The small bamboo basket with a narrow upper part and a thicker lower part is used for fishing. Last night, I was haunted by Zhu's father telling a story about the fishing method.

It was still early, the sun was just right, and Zhu Pingan rode the yellow ox to the school. The cow's hoof stepped across the single-plank bridge and came to the hillside. The grass was still green, and the loli from yesterday was gone.

Zhu Pingan hit a bamboo tube by the river now, and then led the old scalper to the bamboo forest halfway up the hillside. He changed the old scalper to a tree and tied it to a tree so that it could eat fresh grass, or it could be eaten by the cattle yesterday. The past grass has the opportunity to cultivate and thrive.

Bring your own class rubbing equipment, walk through the bamboo forest, and come outside the school again, find an inconspicuous corner, and sit in the rubbing class.

The timing is just right, the children's morning reading has just ended, and the teacher is about to start a new day of teaching after asking a few questions about the children.