Rise From the Humble

As night fell, the entire Xiahe Village was immersed in sleep, and Zhu's family members also fell asleep. Only the oil lamp was still on in the cubicle where Zhu Ping'an lived, and the elder brother Zhu Pingchuan also started snoring.

Under the oil lamp, Zhu Pingan was copying the textbook "Three Character Classic" borrowed from Zhu Pingjun. It is too expensive to spend money to buy a book, so copying can save money and practice calligraphy. The paper was cut to the size of a textbook by my mother, Chen, and then sewn into a textbook with needles and threads. Zhu Pingan started copying after dinner, and finished it when the moonlight was thick. "San Zi Jing" is the version of the Southern Song Dynasty, and it was only written in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the later Ming and Qing Dynasties have not yet been written. Zhu Pingan's calligraphy is not so good, but it is very neat. The font is at the level of beginners, but it is still much better than the brats in the school.

You can't be fat if you can't eat at one bite. Let's slowly copy the thousand-character text and hundreds of surnames tomorrow. After clearing the table and blowing out the oil lamp, Zhu Pingan climbed into bed and gradually fell asleep.

In the morning of the second day, the sun rose as usual, and Xiahe Village's hope for rain was broken again, and the village's battle for water became more urgent.

"You're stupid, you've been taught, why do you still have to herd cattle!" Mrs. Chen kept scolding Zhu Ping'an at the door.

The eldest aunt and the fourth aunt were snickering in the yard, and they took it as a joke for Zhu Pingan to say that he was grazing cows while eating breakfast. A fool who doesn't know how to enjoy life, so what can he do if he is only a child, such a fool must not learn well.

Zhu Pingan led the old scalper and listened to Chen's scolding, and couldn't help giggling.

Look at that foolishness, so the eldest aunt and the fourth aunt laughed even more happily, but because the grandfather was there, they couldn't bear it.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an just smirking, Chen Shi angrily tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead with his finger.

Zhu Pingan rubbed his forehead and said aggrievedly, "Mother, it hurts. I can ride the old scalper to school, and when I get there, I tie it to a tree and don't worry about it."

The old ox is a very good means of transportation. It is equivalent to a modern car pick-up, and it can also be appreciated by the grandfather. Why not do it.

When Mrs. Chen heard the words, she was angry and funny, so she tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead with her finger again, and said angrily, "You are lazy!"

Zhu Pingan rubbed his forehead and smirked, rode on the old scalper and walked to the school with Zhu Pingjun.

"Brother Jun, do you want to come up for a meeting?" Zhu Pingan asked Zhu Pingjun as he rode on the back of the old scalper.

Zhu Pingjun shook his head like a rattle, and said again and again, "No, my mother said that I am a scholar and cannot herd cattle to the field."

Zhu Ping'an is speechless, what's wrong with the scholars, can't the scholars go down to the fields and herd cows? Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was born as a cowherd boy, and the wise monarchs of all dynasties have set an example, taking time to tinker with one another to make a show, The euphemistic name is to persuade Ke Nongsang. Why, in the words of my aunt, farming has become a lowly job. If it weren't for my father and third uncle who farmed the land, how could my uncle rely on studying?

The shepherd boy rides the yellow ox, and here is not enough to be happy with outsiders.

Walking down the hillside, Zhu Pingan got off the back of the old ox, and asked Zhu Pingjun to go to the school first, and then he found a place with lush grass and tied the old ox.

When Zhu Pingan tied up the old scalper, the black-bellied little loli rode her little red horse and came running again, followed by the little girl with a bun head, still the same as last time, holding her skirt Panting and shouting to the young lady to slow down.

"Zhu Ping'an, haven't you been taught, why are you still a cowherd?" The black-bellied little loli controlled the little red horse and ran to Zhu Ping'an's side, asking curiously.

"Herding cattle doesn't affect my education." Zhu Pingan tied up the old scalper, got up and replied calmly.

Hearing this, the black-bellied little loli burst out laughing, "Isn't that still a cowherd boy?"

"What happened to the cowherd baby?" Zhu Pingan asked back.

"The cow-herding boy is useless. My dad said that the cow-herding boy has mud legs and will be poor for the rest of his life." The black-bellied little Lolita said contemptuously, "All the cow-herding boys for my family are poor."

What an ignorant gold digger.

Zhu Pingan didn't want to pay attention to this little money-worshiping loli, just took a look at her, then turned around carrying his schoolbag, carrying his own black wooden board, and walked to the hillside school.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an ignoring her, Li Shu, the black-bellied little lolita, couldn't help but pursed her lips and muttered, "You want to glorify your ancestors as soon as you let go of the cowboy."

"What's wrong with the cow-herding boy, why can't the cow-herding boy be honored by his ancestors?"

Zhu Pingan turned around and wanted to teach this unabashed money-worshiping little lolita a lesson, but he didn't expect to say Guangzong Yaozu, and found that the phenomenon that had happened twice had appeared again, luck, and he saw luck again .

And the scene I saw this time left me stunned, the corners of my mouth twitched for a long time, before I spoke the last word.

Nima, this is unscientific.

In Zhu Ping'an's line of sight, that black-bellied, outspoken, money-worshiping little loli had a purple aura above her head.

The purple energy comes from the east, it is unspeakably expensive, an illusion, it must be an illusion, could it be that this black-bellied little loli can still be appointed as a marquis and worship, it is impossible, could it be the concubine of a certain prince and grandson in the future? Or will she marry into the family of a prince and general? But no matter what, this little black-bellied loli must be someone with great luck. But this is too unscientific. It's too unscientific for a black-bellied, money-worshiping, and even vicious little loli to be a lucky person.

There was a column of white luck on the head of the little girl with buns, which was in stark contrast to the dark-bellied little loli who was so purple.

Although the luck only lasted for a few seconds, Zhu Pingan stared at the black-bellied little loli in a daze, for a long time

"Hey, Zhu Ping'an, what do you always look at me for!? Huh, I'm pretty, but don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat. I'm going to marry the number one scholar and be the wife of the number one scholar." Seeing Zhu Pingan staring at her intently, Lolita's big eyes were full of disgust, and she satirized Zhu Pingan with her narcissism, fart and poisonous tongue.

Uh, it really is that money-worshiping, arrogant, black-bellied, poisonous-tongued little loli. In other words, you think too much, I don’t want your money-worshiping, black-bellied, poisonous-tongued character. Besides, you’re only five years old. Well, this is too precocious, you won't blush if you talk about marrying the number one scholar all day long!

It's too unscientific, Zhu Pingan shook his head, ignored this gold-bellied black loli, turned and walked to the school. Behind her was the snarky little loli snarling in anger, and the voice of the bunny maid, sorry miss sorry.

To vent her anger on the servants, she discovered another shortcoming of the black-bellied little loli. It's so unscientific, how could such a little loli, who is full of flaws, be so purple.

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