Name

"Mom, I will study hard in the future. When I get the high-ranking official exam, I will be able to protect you. Don't get married!" Lin Bei patted his chest and said confidently.

"Mom, and I, we will also work hard to make money. We will buy a lot of land for mother flowers and buy more land than that of the widower Qin." Lin Xi also said quickly.

Jiang Yan looked at their anxious and worried faces, knowing that they were afraid that they would really want to get married. She couldn't help laughing. She finally became the mother of five sons without pain, and she had already made a big profit. Besides, she was really not interested in getting married at all. She was satisfied after living her life with this family.

"Don't worry, I won't remarry again. I'm so eager to stay with you all my life. I'll have breakfast quickly and let's go to harvest rice."

The whole family comforted each other for a few words, and the depressed atmosphere finally returned to its previous laughter. Seeing that the children were all relieved, Jiang Yan almost laughed out loud. Thinking of Mrs. Jiang's family, her eyes darkened. It seemed that it was time to let them suffer a little.

The farce in the morning passed quickly and became another new topic of conversation after dinner in Linjia Village. Jiang Yan and his family finally harvested the rice from the fields and took off all the grains in the afternoon.

Their family's autumn harvest this year has also come to a perfect end, but the autumn harvest in the village is still continuing. After the autumn harvest, usually the next month, the government will send people to collect taxes. When the tax is paid, the remaining grain belongs to their own family. Jiang Yan also plans to wait until then to husk the rice.

I had a meal early today. Lin Yousheng and Lao Wu's family were sitting in the yard, talking about business affairs with Lin Dong and the others. Jiang Yan intended to let several children grow up and be able to stand alone, so she tried her best to give them all the things.

"Ah, Xiao Douzi can write his name too." Xiao Douzi came over with a brush that was longer than his hand and a piece of paper with his name in his hand.

Jiang Yan looked at the three words "Little Bean" that were crooked like a dog, but she didn't recognize them for a while. She took the brush and praised Xiao Bean while teaching him to continue writing, trying to make it look better.

Jiang Yan suddenly remembered that Xiaodouzi seemed to have no big name and had always been called Xiaodouzi. The last time she asked her husband to name her second bi, she forgot to ask the teacher in the private school to help her get one.

Thinking that Xiao Douzi has grown up slowly, the nickname was yelled when she was a child, but she couldn't shout it like this when she grew up, although his name sounds better than Erbi.

She waved to the room: "Second, the last time the private school teacher said he would give you a name, but it has been decided?"

Erbi held the book and shook his head: "It's not yet. The gentleman said that naming is easy, but it also requires fate. He gave me two choices for me to choose, but I want my aunt to name me."

Jiang Yan became interested when she heard this. She actually wanted to name a few children herself, and she felt an inexplicable sense of belonging: "Erbi, you have been in a private school for a while, but do you have the words you want?"

Erbi nodded repeatedly, ran back to the house excitedly, took out a stack of paper, which were wrinkled and used waste paper, but the little guy was neatly collected and placed, so he pulled out three.

Jiang Yan took it and looked at the words "Birds make joy, the director has good thoughts." The "birds" on it were outlined by a big circle.

The second picture is simple, a bunch of messy words outlines a "sourcing"

The third one writes two poems that are not close to each other: "I lose myself and others are stingy, and others laugh at me for being foolish." "Waiting for the purity of the sacredness of the sacredness", among which the four words "self", "salty", "fool" and "du" are all circled.

Second pen said shyly and sarcastically: "I read these poems in the book. I think they look so beautiful and have many gestures. I feel very powerful at first glance. Aunt, please choose a name for me in these words."

Jiang Yan:...

At first glance, there are only three words in my mind: beasts trash themselves and salty fish

None of them were serious. She looked at Erbi, who looked expectant. Thinking of his Erbi's name, it was no different from those three. If she read more books and recognized more words, she would not choose such words for herself.

Jiang Yan twitched the corners of her mouth. This child is somewhat cultural, but just a little bit. If he really chooses a name according to the words he gave, he will not be allowed to go back to Linjia Village overnight to change the genealogy when he grows up!

Jiang Yan pinched the wrinkled paper in her hand, and she would have completely opposed it if she knew that the private school teacher would ask him to name it herself.

"Auntie, are the words I chose very good? Are you also confused about which one to choose?" After a long time of waiting for Jiang Yan's reply, Erbi felt that he had chosen very well and his smile became brighter.

Jiang Yan almost laughed. He couldn't even mess with this child. He wouldn't really think he was very powerful.

"Puchi!" Lin Bei, who walked out from behind, looked down at the paper on Jiang Yan's hand: "Erbi, you are going to laugh to death! You have been picking and choosing so many names you have chosen in the past, it's not just these? You have chosen all the beasts, and I think it's better to continue to teach Erbi, at least it sounds like a good person."

Lin Bei was quickened by Jiang Wen and recognized many more words than the second strokes, so he recognized the words on the paper at a glance.

"Mom, look at me. My name is Lin Bei, so I can only choose the words."

Jiang Yan looked down and saw two small words "Shun'an" written on the slightly yellowed paper. The pen tip of the characters was green and not yet formed, but it is not difficult to see the meaning of these two words. It was smooth sailing and safe all the way. Lin Bei had just started reading for a while and did not know how to quote the meaning of the poem to name it, but he just chose two words according to what he wanted.

"Xiao Si, your handwriting is not in a hurry. The man took the words before he was twenty-year-old. You should study hard first." Jiang Yan gently tapped his forehead with the paper in his hand.

In this era, there is no need to be a particular name, especially in rural areas, which is even more casual, but scholars are different. Not only are they precious, but their names are also precious. Their names are chosen by their fathers or family members. They can be used by some. When they are twenty years old, they have to find a respected elder to choose.

"I know, mom, then I'll pick it up for me."

Jiang Yan nodded and said to Erbi: "The words you chose are not good. I'll help you think of one, just like Lin Bei and others. Add a single word to the surname after it. You are called Jiang Hao, which means Haoran's righteousness, mainly because this word is pronounced smoothly."

Erbi said a few words in a stutter, and finally laughed: "Thank you, my aunt, I like this name, I will be called Jiang Hao in the future!"

He ran in the yard excitedly, shouting his name, repeating it over and over to everyone, with red eyes and water flowing in his eyes. For Jiang Hao, this was not just a name, but his new life. If there was no aunt, there would be no Jiang Hao, so he was grateful.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!