The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 261:

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"Dog, dog..."

Xue Gouzi came back to his senses and looked at the face in front of him that had been haunting him in his dreams for many years.

"What you said makes sense. I won't think about it too much in the future." He paused and then said, "I just want to say one thing, can you stop calling me dog in the future?"

Zhaoer said in confusion: "But I haven't always called you that. If you don't call you dog, what would you call you?"

Xue Gouzi pondered for a moment, "Call me Ting Yan."

"Ting Yan? Is this a name you chose for yourself? Gou'er, why did you choose such a name for yourself?" She understood immediately and remembered that the talented boy in Dafang always relied on his young age. It is a name used to mock dogs and sunspots behind others' backs.

A flash of distress flashed in her eyes, and she nodded repeatedly: "Gou'er, no, Ting'er is a different scholar, and the name is so nice. I won't call you Gou'er anymore, and I won't let outsiders call you that. , let’s call her Ting Yan.” Anyway, in her heart, whatever the dog says is good,

Xue Gouzi, no, he should be called Xue Tingyan now, felt a little depressed. He was only less than two years younger than Zhao'er, but he was in a deep stream that he could not cross in his life. Having said the simple words, he added: "Also, can you not call yourself sister to me in the future?"

Zhao'er was even more surprised this time and even reached out to touch his forehead: "What's wrong with you, Ting'er? Are you possessed by something evil? You haven't called me sister since you were a child."

Xue Tingyan took a deep breath and smiled: "But you are not my sister. You will be my wife from now on. How can a man call his wife sister."

He was pale and half-leaning on the quilt at the head of the kang. He suddenly smiled like this, and his handsome features gave people the feeling that he didn't dare to look directly at him.

Zhao'er's face suddenly turned red and he couldn't speak clearly: "Gou'er, you, what did you say, I, I..."

"Don't you want to be my wife and give me a baby?" He leaned closer.

She stood up suddenly and scolded: "You little kid, why are you talking about this? Your hair hasn't even grown yet!" She said a curse word that Xue Tingyan didn't like to hear the most, without realizing it: " What you have to do now is to take good care of yourself. As for these things, we will talk about them later!"

Her eyes were fierce and her tone was fierce. After speaking, she lowered her head and scooped rice from the bowl into Xue Tingyan's mouth. He glanced at her, eating honestly, and suddenly his mood became extremely good.

Maybe the two of us can change the way we get along in the future. If you don't like it, just change it. There is no need to wait for her to understand.

*

Zhaoer threw away the mess and turned back to the house, leaving the whole family to finish their lunch in a depressed atmosphere.

During this period, Ms. Sun had nothing to say but asked for several words, and no one paid any attention to her.

Ms. Yang couldn't eat enough. If her parents-in-law hadn't been there, and if she hadn't wanted to embarrass herself in front of her two younger siblings, she would have thrown away her chopsticks and left. Now, he could only suppress his grievance and eat the food in front of him like chewing wax.

After dinner, Mrs. Sun took Mao Dan and left. She knew that her son had caused trouble today and was afraid that he would be angered later. Mrs. Zhou took Xue Taoer to clear the table and took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash. Xue Qingbai helped her. Zhou could not carry such a pot of dishes alone. Normally, when Xue Qingbai was not at home, she and her daughter had to carry it.

There were only three people left in the house, Dafang's mother and son, Mr. Xue and Ms. Zhao.

Ms. Yang stood up and wanted to go back to the east chamber, but was stopped by Mr. Xue.

Mr.

His movements were very slow, neither fast nor slow. Anyone who knew Mr. Xue's character knew that he had something on his mind.

There is indeed something wrong, but if there is something wrong, he will not stop his daughter-in-law infrequently.

"The handsome boy and the talented boy go back to the house first. Grandpa and your mother have something to say."

Xue Youcai glanced at his mother and wanted to say something, but was pulled away by his eldest brother Xue Juncai.

"Dad, just tell me if you have anything to do."

Mr. Yang is thirty-four this year. In this rural area, a woman in her thirties is no longer considered young. The wind and sun are blowing here and you can watch the sky while eating, so the women all look old.

But Yang took very good care of himself, with a disk-like face, fair skin, and a few thin lines at the corners of his eyes. She wore a semi-new azurite colored satin gown, her shiny black hair was tied into a bun on the back of her head, with a gilt hairpin inserted into it, and a pair of old silver earrings on her ears. She couldn't be called a scallion, but her hands were fair and soft, and she wore a gold ring.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that she is the grandma of a landlord's family with her dress and demeanor, and even the Zhao family is not as rich as her.

Mr.

Just as I was about to say something, my father-in-law suddenly said: "Boss, wife, how many years have you been married to our family?"

Ms. Yang was startled and replied: "It has been seventeen years. My daughter-in-law married into the Xue family in that year."

"Then how will your mother and I treat you?"

Ms. Yang's heart skipped a beat: "Fathers and mothers treat their daughter-in-law as if they were their own daughters."

Mr.

"You are the eldest daughter-in-law of our family, and your mother has always loved you. The hearts of you and the boss are the same as those of your mother and me. We only hope that talented people will become talented."

Ms. Yang felt relieved and couldn't help but laugh: "Juncai is serious about his studies. Even my father said that he is a rare and good young man. It's no big deal to become a scholar."

Mentioning the most proud Xue Juncai, even Mr. Xue couldn't help but smile.

Seeing that her father-in-law's face softened, Yang took advantage of the situation and said: "But you know, dad, that when it comes to the end, you can't just stay at home and study. I wonder if Juncai's father also listened to me back then. As for my father, I went to Qinghe Academy for two years, got to know some classmates, registered with my husband, and then took the opportunity to make some impression in front of the county magistrate. I passed the county examination as expected. As long as your ranking in the examination is not bad, you are half sure of it, not just in the government examination, but in the college examination, you have to rely on great luck. Juncai's father just has bad luck, so he fails in the examination repeatedly."

This is the real reason why Yang is so valued by the Xue family, not only because her father is a child, but also because her father gave Xue Qingshan guidance back then.

Yang’s statement may seem absurd, but it is actually true. The two county examinations are not as strictly controlled as the hospital examination, especially the county examination, which is presided over by the county magistrate.

There are five county exams in total, and the results of the first exam are mainly determined. In this test, there are two eight-part essays and one poem. As long as there are no typos and the arts and sciences are smooth, you can pass them. Whether you take them or not depends on your luck.

Compared with people who are not familiar with him at all, the county magistrate is still willing to choose someone who is somewhat familiar.

Going to a good school provides an opportunity to stand out in front of the county magistrate. Dachang has always attached great importance to the selection of talents. How many talented people the county can produce, and even how many sons can be promoted to Jinshi, can be regarded as political achievements. No matter how incompetent the county magistrate is, he will have to go through this kind of formality.

Being able to enter a good school not only increases your connections but also your horizons.

For example, the county examination only tests the Four Books, Five Classics and the Holy Edicts. How to write the text and what taboos should not be violated, these all need guidance. No matter how wonderful your article is, if it violates taboos such as temple taboos, royal names, sacred taboos, etc., it will not be accepted.

And in places like the countryside, many private schools were opened by old students just to earn a living. I also wanted to become a scholar and change my fortune, so how could I teach the children in the private schools in detail.

Xue Qingshan himself was like this, so he tried his best to send Xue Juncai to Qinghe Academy.

Ms. Yang thought that her father-in-law wanted to tell her about sending Xue Juncai to the academy, so she said this. Little did he know that her words really touched Mr. Xue's mind, but Mr. Xue didn't mean to tell her this.

Mr. I know our family is not just Dafang’s family."

The father-in-law's tone was somewhat meaningful. Yang was startled for a moment and then said with a forced smile: "Dad, of course my daughter-in-law knows that we are not the only ones living in the Xue family, but don't worry, if Juncai's father and Juncai become successful, they will never forget it. In order to be filial to you and my mother." Seeing her father-in-law's gloomy expression, she quickly added: "As well as other people in the family, Juncai has always remembered that he can study, thanks to several uncles and aunts."

Mr. And the fourth child, your father is getting older, and his hands and feet are not as nimble as before. After the fourth child is busy at home, he also has to pick out goods to sell. He wears out many pairs of shoes a year, but all the money he earns is paid. I have never paid a penny since I entered the public school. Why are you working so hard? It’s not just for our family and our big house.”

Ms. Yang's expression forced her face: "Dad, why are you doing this just for our big house? Isn't it because Juncai's father is so promising that the Xue family is proud of him? Because Juncai's father was born a child, who in the village doesn't take a high look at us? Even the Zheng family is not polite to us Xue people. This is for the sake of the overall situation and for the future generations of our Xue family..."

Mr. What do you think about the fourth child? He has to do the most work, and he can’t even put his good words into his mouth, but all goes into other people’s mouths.”

This was in agreement with what Zhao'er had just said. Yang's face immediately turned red, and her round face turned red.

"Dad, why did you call me into my mouth? I..."

Mr. You go and plant the land for the boss and the talented people to take the imperial examination!"

At the end of his speech, his tone was filled with the lamentation that iron cannot become steel.

Ms. Zhao was unwilling to listen to this and muttered: "What do you mean I am partial? What am I partial to? I am not thinking about the boss and Juncai who want to study. Reading is a waste of brains, so I can make up for them. Could it be that those All the good stuff fell into my mouth."

The more she talked, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help but curse: "They are still trying to break up the family. If my parents don't separate the family, even if I can spare them, the ancestral family law can't spare them."

Mr. Fiddle with.

He turned his attention to Mrs. Yang: "You also understand the situation at home. Can your mother and I manage it for a while? Can we manage it for a lifetime? Since you want to send Juncai to study in the town school, you should win over Sanfang and Four rooms."

"Dad, I..."

"In the past, your mother doted on you, and I never said it. You can decide for yourself what is right and what is wrong. But starting from tomorrow, you, together with the third and fourth family, will do all the work for the father-in-law. Shared."

After Mr. Xue finished speaking, he stopped talking and just smoked his cigarette. Yang couldn't stand here either, so she hurried out of the main room with her head lowered.

*

As soon as Mrs. Zhou cleaned up the kitchen and came out, she saw her sister-in-law returning to the east room with her head lowered, and her face was vaguely not very good.

Her eyes flickered, and she glanced towards the south end of the west wing, which was a four-bedroom house.

There was someone faintly visible behind the window of the fourth room facing the courtyard, and Mrs. Zhou knew that Mrs. Sun had been watching the movement. She pretended not to notice, wiped her hands on her apron, and went back to the house.

When it was time to cook in the evening, Mrs. Yang unexpectedly wore a pair of coarse clothes and came to the kitchen to compete with Mr. Zhou for work.

Ms. Zhou couldn't refuse, so Ms. Yang smiled and said that it was Ms. Zhou who had worked hard and that she would just give her a break.

Ms. Zhou was pushed out of the kitchen by her, and she happened to meet Mrs. Sun who was standing at the door of the west wing. There was also surprise in their eyes.

But what surprised them was yet to come, because from that day on, Yang changed his earlier attitude and started doing all kinds of work. Although many years of neglecting her job have made her clumsy when doing things now, she does it anyway.

Not only did he cook, but he also acted very generously. He would often persuade Mrs. Zhao to take some money, buy some meat or bring out some eggs, and cook dishes for the whole family.

The spark that was originally aroused by Zhao'er's words in the Xue family was suppressed just like that. During this period, Xue Tingyan finally recovered and had the strength to walk around.

On this day, after getting up early in the morning and having breakfast, Zhao'er planned to go to town.

The rags she brought back from the embroidery workshop have been made into items such as purses and embroidered shoes. After saving it for many days, it’s time to take it to the embroidery workshop and sell it.

She put everything into the basket on her back. Before leaving, she told Xue Tingyan that it was a nice day and asked him to go out and bask in the sun more.

Xue Tingyan nodded honestly and agreed, and then she went out with confidence.

Not long after she left, Xue Tingyan walked out of the house.

The courtyard was very quiet. The door curtains of each room were hung low, and it was not clear whether anyone was there.

He stood in front of the door for a while, then walked up to the door. Heizi, who was lazily sunbathing, immediately stood up and followed his feet out.

Smoke is rising from the chimneys of many houses, and villagers in twos and threes are walking along the village paths, either carrying hoes or pulling cattle, and they are heading into the fields.

It is the time of spring plowing, and the whole year's plan is spring. If you are lazy at this time, you will cry when harvesting grain in autumn.

Zhao'er woke up at exactly this hour and opened his eyes to find that the little man was still asleep.

Not long after she fell asleep last night, the little man had a fever again and was busy for most of the night. Fortunately, the fever subsided by the middle of the night.

She sat up and raised her hand to touch the little man's forehead to make sure it was no longer hot, then she gently put on her clothes and got off the kang.

The first thing he did was to open the door. Heizi, who had been restless for a long time, got out in a snap. Zhao'er followed him out of the room and saw Heizi hurriedly running out of the hospital to pee, so he laughed and shook his head.

At this time, there were already people in the courtyard, including the third-bedroom Zhou family and their eldest daughter Xue Taoer.

Today it is the third room's turn to cook. The Xue family's rule is that in addition to the housework of each room, the work of the father-in-law is shared equally. One day per room, changing in rotation.

The one responsible for cooking is not only responsible for the food and drink of the family, but also takes care of the family's livestock. The Xue family raised two big fat pigs, and just serving these two ancestors every day was not an easy job. Not to mention feeding chickens, fetching water, and chopping firewood, so the female family members who do housework on this day do not have to work in the fields.

It seems fair and just, but in fact everyone inside knows.

The eldest aunt Yang prides herself on being a boy, and she is extraordinarily superior to others at home. Ever since Xue Qingshan passed the examination as a boy, she has never done any housework again. The key is that Zhao is also facing her, so others can't question her too much.

At first, it was Xue Gouzi's mother, Mrs. Qiu, who finally came in, and finally the two sisters-in-law came to share the burden. After that, Mrs. Qiu followed her deceased husband, leaving Mrs. Zhou alone. It wasn't until Mrs. Sun from the fourth room came in that she could take a breath again.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Sun is a lazy and cunning person. In fact, Mrs. Zhou does most of the work.

In the past, when Mrs. Qiu was still alive, Zhao'er also helped Mrs. Qiu. Later, after Mrs. Qiu passed away, Zhao'er was busy with the housework of the second house and had to work as a middle schooler. In addition, Zhao'er was still young at that time, so Mr. Xue told her to take good care of Xue Gouzi and not have to worry about Gongzhong's work.

Zhao'er now has some free time to mess around and get some money. However, she is a conscientious person, and she will help out as much as she can in her spare time. As for those who tried to bully her like Mrs. Sun, her sharp tongue was not forgiving.

Seeing Xue Taoer struggling to fetch water from the well, Zhaoer rubbed his face and walked up to help her.

Thirteen-year-old Xue Taoer is like a little flower in bud. Although she is not very beautiful, she is still very delicate. Seeing Zhao'er coming to help her, she couldn't help but smile and talk to her: "Sister Zhao'er, is the second brother feeling better?" .

"I had a fever again last night and got better in the second half of the night." Zhao'er looked around curiously and asked, "Why isn't Third Uncle here?"

Although Xue Qingbai was an honest and taciturn person, he always loved his wife and daughter. Jufan would get up early and fill the water tank when cooking for the third room.

The Xue family has their own well, but the well is too deep, and there is no windlass installed on the well. It is really tiring to just rely on the strength of the daughter's family to draw water up. That is to say, Zhao'er was born as strong as an ox, and his strength was no worse than that of an ordinary strong man, so he could pull the bucket out of the deep well very easily.

"My dad went to the fields and said he would work for a while and then return after breakfast."

Xue Qingbai is an honest farmer. Unlike other brothers in the family who have other skills, he only knows how to farm, so he focuses on the ground. The Xue family has a total of more than 30 acres of land, and now they are planted by him, Mr. Xue, and the fourth son, Xue Qinghuai.

Although the women of the Xue family also go to the fields, that is during busy farming times. Besides, women only have so little strength, so what can they do to help? Fortunately, the three men of the Xue family are all good hands in the fields. They were really busy, so they paid to hire day laborers to help them for a few days, so they didn't have to worry about running out of work in the fields.

Just as he was talking, the door of the fourth room opened and Xue Qinghuai walked out.

The men in the Xue family are all tall, so Xue Qinghuai also inherited a tall body.

He has thick eyebrows, tiger eyes, and a high nose. He is dressed in dark blue coarse cloth and short brown clothes, and he looks very heroic. In fact, the men of the Xue family are not bad looking, but the women of the Xue family are a bit mediocre. However, all the grandchildren are well-born, and they are all top-notch in the village.

"Zhao'er Tao'er, you got up so early." Xue Qinghuai strode over, took the bucket from Zhao'er's hand, walked to the water tank, and poured water into the tank.

"How can you two little girls do this kind of rough work? You go do other things, and the fourth uncle will come to fetch water."

Zhao'er and Tao'er didn't refuse either. One went to the kitchen to help their mother cook, while the other took a basin and scooped out water to wash up.

As time passed, other members of the Xue family got up one after another, and there were more and more people in the yard. Over there in the kitchen, Mrs. Zhou called for dinner. Generally speaking, country people don't have to pay much attention to setting up a table when eating breakfast. They just put a bowl in a bowl and eat it wherever they want.

Breakfast is two-meter porridge. The so-called two-meter porridge is porridge made from two kinds of rice. Yuqing Village does not produce rice, but only crops such as wheat, sorghum, millet, and corn. Although farmers all grow wheat, they rarely use it for daily cooking. They always sell it and exchange it for other grains.

Even a wealthy family like the Xue family, which has a surplus of food at home, does not eat refined grains every meal, but eats a mix of coarse grains and fine grains. For example, the two-meter porridge for breakfast today is porridge cooked with millet, that is, yellow rice, and sorghum rice.

Because it was a busy time of farming, it was cooked quite thickly. Although it was not able to hold up with chopsticks, it was still much better than the usual thin soup with less water.

There is no other way. The Xue family seems to have a good family background in the village, but there are three scholars in the family. Not to mention Xue Gouzi, Guangdafang and his son spend a lot of money every month. It's no wonder that Zhao can usually pick out fleas and draw some blood.

Zhao'er filled two bowls of porridge, put a few corn tortillas on a coarse porcelain plate, put some pickles on the side, and carried them back to the second room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xue Gouzi sitting up from the kang.

She quickly put the wooden tray on the square table and came up to see him: "But are you feeling better? Are you hungry? I'll bring you some porridge."

Xue Gouzi looked at her with complicated eyes.

After experiencing such a dream, he now didn't know how to face Zhao'er. Whenever he saw her, he couldn't help but think of him in the dream and the words he was scolded before he died. He also tried to find the cause of Zhao'er's death in his memory, but it seemed that that memory was Xue Tingyan's most unbearable past event, and he had no memory at all.

Actually, Xue Gouzi was in a daze after being burned last night. He thought about it for a long time. He couldn't figure out whether he was Xue Gouzi or Xue Tingyan now. Was the dream true or false? Was he thinking about it all day and night? I had a dream, so I had such a ridiculous dream.

But he also had an idea in mind. If everything in the dream was true, several things should happen in succession. If these things happened, it means that his dreams were true.

Thinking about something in his mind, he reached out to take the bowl, only to realize that he didn't even have the strength to hold it. Fortunately, Zhao'er had good eyesight and caught the bowl quickly, so it didn't spill all over him.

Xue Gouzi felt a little embarrassed and a little anxious. It was strange. He would not have reacted like this in front of Zhao'er before, but he didn't know if it was a dream or not, but his mentality had a strange change.

Zhao'er laughed at him: "Why are you so polite to me? I forgot that when you were a kid, my sister washed the bed for you."

Zhao'er came to Xue's house when he was seven years old, and Gouzi was only five years old at that time. It is very strange for a child to urinate on the bed. He has obviously not peed for a long time, and I don’t know if it is because he drank too much water before going to bed or something, but he peed on the bed.