The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 69:
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The subscription ratio of this article is ≥ 50% so that it can be read normally, otherwise it needs to be delayed for three days, and you can read it immediately if you make up for it. Zhaoer woke up at this time on time, and when he opened his eyes, he found 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 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 also followed him out of the room. When he saw Heizi running out of the hospital to pee, 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.
Since Qiu gave birth to the dog, her body and bones have been in poor condition. It was also winter, so in order to repay the kindness of her second wife and her husband, Zhaoer volunteered to wash the dog's urine-stained clothes. career.
What Xue Gouzi hates the most is Zhao'er. He always likes to say nonsense in front of him. You have to know that as you get older, boys are all worried about face, so how can you still be willing to listen to people mention such things, especially dogs who are overthinking and sensitive by nature. But today, for some reason, he didn't feel annoyed, only a little embarrassed.
He was surprised by his reaction, and Zhao'er had already scooped porridge with a wooden spoon to feed him. He opened his mouth subconsciously, and when the porridge warmed by her blowing came into his mouth, he saw the smiling eyes of the other party.
Those eyes were big and bright, as if there were stars hidden in them, and he couldn't help but blush.
Zhaoer immediately smiled even more happily and stuffed him with a corn tortilla: "Eat quickly, sister will stew eggs for you at noon."
She was treating him like a child, Gouzi suddenly had this understanding.
He was eating the porridge that Zhao'er had fed him, and was thinking wildly in his mind. He was very confused.
At this moment, someone came to the door.
This is Xue Qingshan.
Exactly the same as in the dream.
Xue Qingshan's fair face was full of sighs and worries. He sighed and said a lot of words, to the effect that the dog should take good care of his health and don't worry too much. He has grandparents and uncles at home, so he can't be blamed.
Seriously speaking, Xue Qingshan also followed the appearance and height of the Xue family men. In his early years, he was also a village grass in Yuqing Village. Unfortunately, as he got older, he gained some weight.
"Uncle has to go to private school. Gouzi, you should take good care of your health. You are a kid with too many thoughts." Xue Qingshan sighed and patted his nephew on the shoulder before lifting the door curtain and leaving.
What is he doing?
Zhaoer thought in confusion. After thinking for a while, she couldn't figure out why, so she stopped thinking about it and concentrated on feeding Gouzi porridge. Xue Gouzi looked thoughtful.
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In the main room, Ms. Zhao was chatting with Mr. Xue about yesterday's events.
Ms. Zhao was sewing an old piece of clothing in her hands, and said: "Let me tell you, you just like to spoil that little thing. You feel sorry for him, but he doesn't feel sorry for you. Our money doesn't come from the river. Yes, just because he didn’t want to show his illness to the whole family, he made trouble one after another, which meant that he was going to turn the family upside down.”
Mr. He was wearing dark blue coarse trousers, sitting cross-legged on the kang, smoking a dry cigarette.
Every time after dinner or before work, Mr. Xue always smokes for a while, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable.
"Okay, Gou Wazi is sick. Who doesn't have three illnesses and four pains?" After a while, he said in a hoarse voice.
The crackling sound sounded again, the lingering green smoke swirled in the air, and then dispersed in all directions. Mr. Xue's old face with crisscrossed grooves was hidden behind it, looming.
"But look how long he has been making trouble? Yesterday, more than a hundred coins were lost in one game. How long do you have to work hard in the fields to earn more than a hundred coins! The boss Qian'er has to leave for another two days. Bai Wen, it’s said that someone in my classmate’s family has passed away, and there was a disaster last year. The tax was not exempted at all, but increased. Now seeing that the boss said that he will send Juncai to study in the town, it will cost you a lot of money. How many families can withstand such a torment!"
Seeing that his mother-in-law was so distressed, Mr. Xue sat up straight, knocked the cigarette pot on the kang table, and glanced at her sideways: "You will feel distressed if the dog spends a hundred cents. If the boss asks you for money, just give it to me. ? I’m not talking about you, you are a parent and a grandmother, so don’t go too far and don’t cause conflicts among the following few.”
When she heard this, Ms. Zhao was unwilling. She slapped him across the kang table and said, "Am I biased? Don't you be biased?"
He is also biased, but the eldest son is the most promising in the family, and the most talented among the grandchildren. It's different to have a scholar in the family. No one can go out and say that Xue Lianxing's family is decent people. If the big family can produce a scholar, the Xue family will be proud of its ancestors.
Just thinking of Xue Gouzi, Mr. Xue couldn't help but frown.
Of course he knew that the mother-in-law was very upset. The kid Gou'er was really too ignorant. The eldest son owed the second son his life. But with the Xue family's family background, it was natural that they had to pay close attention to their future prospects.
It's not that Mr. Xue looks down on his grandson, but that the kid Gou'er is really incomparable and incomparable to Juncai. It's good to be strong, but you still have to look at the situation.
"The eldest daughter-in-law has said several times that the school in the town cannot be delayed. This delay will only last half a year. The eldest brother still wants to let Juncai try out next year." Zhao said again.
"I promised the second child back then!" Mr. Xue sighed deeply, took two puffs of dry cigarette, and coughed twice.
"Anyway, it's up to you!" Mrs. Zhao was so angry that she threw her clothes aside, turned her head and leaned back on the kang, giving the man a backbone.
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"Then what do you think we should do? Just leave it at that?" Ms. Zhao sat up again and stared at Mr. Xue.
"Of course it has to be done, it depends on how to do it. Let's do this, you ask Cuiping to come back tomorrow, she has to do this."
After Zhao'er helped him lay out the paper, he went to find a suitable needle and thread, planning to bind him after he finished writing.
Xue Tingyan laughed a little, but didn't say anything. She picked up the pen and started writing seriously on the paper.
He planned to copy all the books he had memorized because he discovered a problem. After having that dream, 'Xue Tingyan' had a more and more profound impact on him, including his own memory. Impact.
Especially all the books he has learned since elementary school. He had reviewed the memory of that dream before, and he had memories of some books from elementary school and even college, but his memory was extremely vague, and many of the more detailed things were forgotten.
He thought about the reason and felt that 'he' seemed to be very disgusted with the memory of studying hard in the cold window, so he had been avoiding it. In addition, the Xue Tingyan in the dream has lived for more than seventy years. Ever since he passed the Jinshi examination, he has been addicted to officialdom battles and has not cared about his own knowledge.
Many years have passed, and what he remembers is more about the ups and downs of officialdom, the various forces in the party struggle, and the speculations of the people, rather than the original essence of a scholar.
Seriously speaking, 'Xue Tingyan' is not a real scholar, he is just a politician.
But it is obvious that he does not need these things now. It is like a young child possessing a sword. He knows the significance of these things to his future. But today, all a young child needs is a piece of clothing, or just food and clothing.
But these memories have begun to affect his own memory. He doesn't want to forget what he has learned. What he needs to do now is to consolidate his memory and combine it with 'Xue Tingyan's' advanced cognition of many things to comprehensively understand it. It's the right path.
The best way to understand everything is to copy books.
Obviously this yellow bamboo paper is of very poor quality, and the writing force must be light or heavy. If it is light, the ink will be uneven, and if it is heavy, it will smear. However, Xue Tingyan writes on it as if there is nothing, like flowing clouds and flowing water. The handwriting on it is full and round, and particularly majestic.
Zhaoer held his breath, not even daring to say a word. His eyes fell on Xue Tingyan, who was writing rapidly, and suddenly he had the illusion that the little man had grown up.
Xue Tingyan quickly wrote a piece of paper. He was about to take it away to dry when Zhao'er quickly took it and carefully spread it out on the kang. Her eyes were attracted by those words. She couldn't tell how beautiful they were, they just felt like paintings.
During this period, Xue Tingyan wrote another one.
Just like that, Xue Tingyan wrote, and the children were dried, and soon the kang was covered with paper.
A three-character classic contains only a thousand words, so Xue Tingyan finished it quickly.
He put down the pen, took a deep breath, and moved his wrist a few times. He hadn't written at such a high density for a long time, which was a challenge to his wrist strength.