The Little First Grand Secretary in My House: 277. Extra story Ning Ning

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Mr. Xue stared at her. Now he really suspected that this girl had caused all this. He knew that Gou'er was a dull boy, so why didn't he go to the grave earlier and cry that he wouldn't go there until later? Instead, he went at this time.

Thinking about all the disobedient things this girl had done in the past, Mr. Xue felt disgust in his heart. But he also knew that now was not the time to vent his anger, but to resolve the matter.

"Since you want to listen, then listen." His tone was the same as before, but everyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his voice.

Zhao'er couldn't hear it clearly and stood aside.

Seeing this, Mrs. Sun was also busy dragging Xue Qinghuai away.

"Since Zhao'er has stayed, let's stay and listen too." She laughed along with him.

Mr.

So everyone stayed, including the four-year-old Mao Dan, and even Mrs. Zhou who was busy in the kitchen, stayed behind under the guise of cleaning the table.

In the huge main room, only an oil lamp was lit on the square table. The wick jumped and the shadows were blurry. Everyone's eyes were looking at Mr. Xue. But he suddenly didn't know where to start. He looked around at everyone's faces with a heavy gaze, and finally landed on Xue Tingyan's face.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong. I just wanted to talk about what my boss said a while ago that he wanted to send his children to a school in the town."

Zhao'er was inexplicably nervous and couldn't help but glance at Xue Tingyan and then at Mr. Xue.

The elder couple were overjoyed. They knew it would happen, and it was not in vain for them to endure it for many days.

Xue Qingshan couldn't hide his joy. His eyes looked at Xue Tingyan with compassion, then looked at the others, and finally fell on Xue Tingyan.

"Dog, don't be discouraged. You are still far behind your talented brother. You will study with your uncle for another two years, and then my family will send you to study in the town."

This tone was too harsh at this time. Zhao'er had a sneer on his lips and wanted to say something, but Xue Tingyan pulled him back.

Xue Qingshan took all this in his eyes and sarcastically thought, no matter how difficult this girl is, she can only embarrass people in these trivial matters, and it will have no effect when it comes to big things. He smiled but said to Zhao'er again: "Zhao'er, don't be angry. My uncle knows that you are a high-spirited person, but even a high-spirited person cannot be used as food, don't you think so?" /

No one said anything in the room.

At this moment, Mr. Xue suddenly said angrily: "Boss, what did you say!"

Xue Qingshan disagreed: "Dad, I am not trying to persuade the dog not to be discouraged..."

Mr.

As soon as these words came out, it really stirred up a thousand waves with one stone.

The room was silent for a moment, and soon Zhao's slightly shrill voice broke the silence.

"Old man, what are you talking about? What do you mean if you go to the town to study, you are not a talented person?"

Xue Qingshan also said: "Dad, are you confused and talking about the wrong person?"

"Your father is not stupid, and he didn't say anything wrong. Those who go to the town to study are dogs, not talented people!"

After saying this, Mr. Xue seemed to have lost all his energy and stopped talking. The eyes of the people in the room kept looking back and forth on the faces of Xue Tingyan and Xue Juncai. Surprised.

Xue Qingshan's smile broke, and Yang looked surprised.

Xue Juncai's handsome face flushed, "Grandpa..."

Mr. Xue waved his hand tiredly: "Okay, let's all go back to the house."

With everything said, everyone had no choice but to leave, but Dafang and his family stayed behind.

As soon as everyone walked out of the main room, they heard a quarrel inside.

"Old man, please make it clear, why do you mean it's the dog who wants to go to town to study, not my talented person!"

It's Zhao's voice.

There is also Xue Qingshan, which is mixed with Yang's sharp cry of grievance and Mr. Xue's tired explanation.

No secret can be hidden under one roof, so everyone knows what happened.

*

Early the next morning, everyone got up.

But he was not in good spirits, and it was obvious that he didn't sleep much at night. Especially Yang's eyes were a little red and swollen, and she looked like she was crying.

Xue Qingshan's eyes were also full of red bloodshot eyes. From time to time he looked at Zhao'er and Xue Tingyan with sinister eyes, but for some reason he didn't say anything.

The atmosphere was very depressing. No one spoke. Even though everyone was there and doing what they were doing in an orderly manner, the yard was surprisingly quiet.

After breakfast, Mr. Xue took a **** and planned to go to the fields. Xue Qingbai and Xue Qinghuai did not dare to delay. One went to lead the cow out, the other picked up the iron plow and followed him out the door.

Xue Qingshan didn't stay at home anymore, and then went out, but he didn't know where he went.

Unlike the rest of the Xue family, Zhao'er was very happy.

Ever since she learned the ins and outs of the matter from Xue Tingyan last night, she fell into uncontrollable excitement. Don't say she was gloating about her misfortune. In her heart, she was supposed to be a little man. She was worried about having no money in her hand. This news was nothing short of great joy for her.

Knowing that the children who go to school are very particular, she deliberately found a piece of blue cloth that had been pressed at the bottom of the box for a long time. This was Qiu's dowry back then. Qiu gave it to Zhao'er to make clothes for her, but unfortunately she was reluctant to part with it. Now it's just right to use it to make a book bag for Xue Tingyan.

She cut the cloth, threaded the needle and started sewing, talking to Xue Tingyan without saying a word. At this moment, the door curtain was suddenly opened.

It is Xue Youcai, the second son of Dafang.

Xue Youcai is only seven years old this year, but he was born chubby and it is obvious that he is spoiled. After he came in, he scolded Xue Tingyan: "You are like this, you are robbing my eldest brother, and you have the same name as a dog. You are not any smarter than a dog."

This child has a really vicious tongue. He was also spoiled by the elder couple, and he has always been a little bully at home, making everyone angry. The signs had been seen a few years ago, but unfortunately Yang kept protecting him, saying that he was still young and naive. He has grown up in the past two years, but unfortunately he is still naive.

Zhao'er didn't like him. If anyone in the family had ever beaten Xue Youcai, it was her. Xue Youcai was afraid of her, but he also hated her. She stood up suddenly, and before she could say anything, Xue Youcai suddenly smashed a bag of things in his hand. It hit people all over the head and face, causing pain, and it also exuded a strange stench.

Zhao'er was hit twice and subconsciously tried to hide. Thinking of Xue Tingyan on the kang, he turned his back to protect him. Xue Tingyan was unprepared and was hugged by her. It was obviously inappropriate, but he felt blushing and his heartbeat was beating again.

After finally waiting for this wave to pass, Zhao'er let go of his hand. Xue Youcai had already run away, and the thing he used to hit them turned out to be dried cow dung.

Zhao'er was so disgusted that he chased him out.

She stopped Xue Youcai at the entrance of the courtyard, grabbed his collar without saying a word, picked up a branch in the corner next to him and whipped him.

"If I don't beat you for three days, you dare to go to the house and uncover the tiles..."

Xue Youcai struggled to escape, but was sorely beaten by Zhao Er. As he cried, he sat down on the ground and lay down on the ground.

This looks like a trick used by young children to play tricks.

There was such a big movement outside that everyone in the room was startled.

When Mrs. Zhao saw Xue Youcai being beaten by Zhao Er, she exploded: "Who told you to beat my grandson? Stop it!"

Zhaoer ignored her and scolded: "Do you dare to do it again? Why don't you learn from others and throw cow shit! What you said was quite vicious. Who taught you to talk like this? Why don't you speak clearly today? , I will not only beat you, but I will also take you to the river to wash your mouth later..."

Ms. Yang also came out, and she screamed: "Wang Zhaoer, you are crazy, you dare to hit Juncai!"

"Auntie, why don't you look at what he did? He didn't learn well at a young age. He followed the example of some women who uttered obscene words and threw cow **** at people. I'll tell you now, you two My brother has a name, Xue Tingyan. If you dare to call me a dog or not, I will beat you every time I see you!"

Xue Youcai cried so hard that tears and runny nose came out. Unfortunately, no one could come to save him. Mrs. Zhao was so angry that she jumped up and down. Ms. Yang wanted to come up and stop Zhao'er, but was stopped by Heizi.

You usually see this black guy with a droopy head and a lack of energy at all. He blocks people in front of him and lets out a low growl of warning. His sharp teeth are also exposed. Yang doesn’t doubt that if she dares to go up to him, Before, the dog would pounce on her and give her a bite.

At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded outside the courtyard door: "What are you doing?"

But Xue Qingshan came back from outside, and with him were not only Patriarch Xue and Zheng Lizheng, but also five or six villagers who were over fifty years old.

Seeing such a commotion at home, Xue Qingshan was surprised at first, then showed a wry smile and said to the people next to him: "I won't mention what outsiders say about right and wrong. I only talk about being a mean dog, but it's nothing. No one would dare to do this. This girl has always been a shrewd one, and she always makes trouble at home. If someone was really mean, she would have made a big fuss long ago."

The words were puzzling, but Zhao'er was not someone to be slandered. He immediately retorted: "Uncle, what you said is a bit slanderous. I usually respect you at home. Elders, there is no such thing as making trouble or not. There is a reason why I beat this kid today, and he actually scolded..."

At this point, he was interrupted by Yang.

She walked over with an anxious and distressed look, snatched Xue Youcai from Zhao'er's hand, hugged him and cried: "How old is he, how old are you? He is at this age when he is ignorant, and you are still arguing with him. Already..."

Mr. Yang was whimpering, looking aggrieved and helpless. Xue Qingshan was also sighing beside him. Zhao'er no longer knew what the two of them were playing, it was time to finish.

Her little face flushed with anxiety and she was about to explain again, when Xue Tingyan came out of the room and grabbed her.

He took two steps forward and stood in front of Zhao'er. He first respectfully called Chief Xue, Zheng Lizheng and the villagers. They are all from the same village, and they look up and down. As a junior, these are his elders.

After passing by with due etiquette, he explained to Ms. Yang: "I hope eldest aunt will not be angry. Zhao'er was also impulsive. She saw the talented boy scolding me for having the same name as a dog, and threw a lot of money at me. Cow dung, that's why I beat the talented boy out of anger."

Xue Tingyan's behavior first gave people a good impression. Scholars should be gentle and polite. Next, I will take advantage of the opportunity of apologizing to explain the whole story in two sentences.

Zhao'er is not stupid. Her fault is that she is eager to explain everything clearly and can't help but go into redundant words. However, Xue Tingyan only talks about the key points and nothing else.

And he speaks in a very polite manner. It is normal for children to be naughty, but to be so naughty as to insult a person as a dog is worthy of consideration, not to mention throwing cow **** at Xue Tingyan, his elder brother. At the same time, he also explained to Zhaoer why she was so impulsive and beat the talented boy.

Sure enough, when Patriarch Xue and others heard this and saw the forbearing expression on Xue Tingyan's thin face, they couldn't help but sway to his side.

"Ting'er? I didn't expect you to give yourself a name." Xue Qingshan laughed, but also wanted to point out that Xue Tingyan's name was incorrect and he was not as sensible and polite as he appeared.

Generally, names are given by elders, and should not be chosen randomly by the younger generation. It would be fine if they are ordinary villagers. However, Xue Tingyan is a scholar. Scholars should know etiquette and observe etiquette. If they do not observe etiquette, this is The book was read in vain.

Xue Tingyan's heart was extremely clear and he understood what the uncle meant. He chuckled and said: "When my father was still alive, he asked me and my uncle to help me choose a name. The uncle refused because he had a cheap name so that he could make a living. . Now that Ting'er is fourteen, she can't keep using her nickname, so she picked one at random."

As soon as these words came out, Xue Qingshan's face became a little ugly. Xue Tingyan was obviously saying that he, an uncle, was unwilling to give him a name, which was deliberately demeaning. After all, since you are already educated, you should never be without a name.

He smiled reluctantly and explained: "Uncle, seeing that your health is not good, he wants to wait until you are an adult before naming you. You can't understand this painstaking effort, what if I don't choose one for you now?"

With that said, he didn't wait for Xue Tingyan's answer, he sighed and looked melancholy, and said: "You have been weak since you were born. When your father was alive, he hoped that you would be blessed and live longer, so your uncle named you Fushou. What do you think?"

The name was chosen so casually, and it is not at all worthy of the name of Xue Qingshan, the only child in Yuqing Village.

Xue Tingyan hesitated for a moment and then refused: "I still can't be uncle. Ting'er's name has been decided. I went to the grave to inform my parents before, so there is no way to change it."

This remark also clarified why he went to the cemetery every year. Ever since Xue Tingyan saw that Xue Qingshan had invited so many people and caused such a scene, she knew that the other party must have something up his sleeve.

No matter what his plans are, he just blocks all the ways that may be used by the other party to make a fuss, and waits and sees what happens.

Sure enough, the face of Patriarch Xue next to him softened a little.

Before, he had always thought that this kid Erfang did it deliberately, just to compete with Juncai for the opportunity to study at Qinghe Academy. This time I came to see this young man who is gentle and polite, neither humble nor arrogant. Although Patriarch Xue has no fame, he still knows a few words. He has been the patriarch for many years, so he naturally has a good eye for people.

He was very surprised, because he had seen Gouzi before, but he was not deeply impressed by him. His only impression was that he was an inconspicuous young man. Now it seems that this child has grown up somewhat unexpectedly.

No matter how unexpected it was, Patriarch Xue did not forget what he was doing here.

Just a favorable impression was not enough to make him shake the decision he had already made. He had asked someone to test Juncai, and he was much more knowledgeable than his two grandsons. If the next child in Yuqing Village could be named, Patriarch Xue felt that Xue Juncai was the most likely candidate.

Maybe he is not just a child, but a scholar.

With two future talents and a young boy who still doesn’t know how to deal with it, Patriarch Xue naturally knows how to answer this multiple-choice question.

However, the previous idea of ​​helping out was abandoned. If Xue Qingshan couldn't even handle a child, it wouldn't be worth his attention.

How could Xue Qingshan not see what Patriarch Xue was thinking. In his eyes, this old man is just a master who never sees rabbits but doesn't let go of hawks. He receives the benefits he brings to the clan, but never knows how to do him any favors.

If any clan has an ethnology, the clan will not subsidize one or two of them. On the contrary, he worked all day long. Every time a certain family in the clan would randomly bring some food, the clan leader would call him over and ask him to accept it.

Being generous to others, wasting other people’s wealth, being ruthless to others, is meaningless to oneself!

Xue Qingshan sneered in his heart, but with a respectful expression on his face, he invited clan leader Zheng Lizheng and others into the house.

Clan Chief Xue and Zheng Li were sitting cross-legged on the kang, one on the left and one on the right, while the others were sitting on stools below. Yang and Zhou were busy pouring tea, and even Xue Taoer was sent to ask Mr. Xue to come home quickly.

Both Patriarch Xue and Zheng Lizheng had the habit of smoking cigarettes, so they took out their cigarette bags when they sat down.

Xue Qingshan hurriedly took a bag of tobacco leaves from his mother, Mrs. Zhao, and while offering the two cigarettes, he said: "My father grew this by himself. It is usually very precious. My cousin and Uncle Li Zheng will taste it." Taste."

"The tobacco your father grew is good, but there is too little." After lighting it, Zheng Lizheng took a deep breath and said with a smile.

Xue Qingshan replied: "If Uncle Li Zheng likes it, I will pretend to be a little bit with you when I leave later. Just don't dislike it."

These are all polite words, and everyone knows what they are talking about. Zheng Lizheng smiled and nodded, and then went straight to the topic: "Shanzi invited us old guys over this time. What are you planning to do?"

Looking at Zheng Lizheng's smiling face, Xue Qingshan cursed the old fox in his heart.

He would never believe that things would turn out like this. If the man surnamed Zheng did nothing inside, he would never believe it. But it was precisely because of this that he even invited Zheng Lizheng here today. After all, he was Lizheng from Yuqing Village and his surname was Zheng, so he could avoid being said to be covering up.