Chapter 2 The north wind is cool (2)

Zhuo Siheng was not very sensitive to Chinese in modern times. Fortunately, he was smart. He could learn how to answer questions and write essays by memorizing books and getting good scores. Science is his choice to be loyal to his hobbies. After all, even reading extracurricular books, he prefers prehistoric dinosaurs and the mysteries of the universe. He would memorize an introduction and idea of ​​any extracurricular classics. Now he is studying liberal arts. Although he was the first to be ranked tenth in the palace examination in the country, he was also limited by conditions. However, he was still very smart. In the previous year, he had basically finished the "Three Hundred and Thousands" books that he had started. This year he started studying "Sound and Rhythm Enlightenment". Now he can get involved in the introduction to the stage of exegesis "Er Ya".

Seeing that his son could still concentrate on reading in such a difficult environment, he showed his intelligence and intelligence. In addition, Huiheng was just six years old and was also smart and had the ability to study with family. He felt heartbroken again, and now he has been admitted to the crime and has passed on it more carefully. When he was working, he often thought about which paragraph in the book tonight and how to teach it to make his son better understand the mystery of the book.

After all, the two of them were just listening to the words and had no paper or pen. Zhuo Yan was afraid that his son and daughter would be bored by just listening to them with their ears, and did not care about enlightenment in the rigorous way of the academy, so he told more storytelling and interesting "Zuo Zhuan", "Gongyang Zhuan" and "Queliang Zhuan", and "Xueliang Zhuan" from time to time, and explained the familiar anecdotes in "Dragon Whip Shadow".

Although the story in the "Three Legends of the Spring and Autumn Period" is said to be an important test point for the imperial examination, it is indeed not as boring as the Four Books, and is more attractive to Zhuo Siheng. He was still recalling what his father said last night while taking his younger brother and sister to make meals.

"It is possible to attack without punishment, to surrender and abandon it, to control virtue and to deal with it, to act according to your ability, to move at the same time, without placing future generations, can be said to know etiquette."...

"Brother, are you telling the story of "Zuo Zhuan" yesterday? What is this?" Huiheng was five years old. She was in poor health. She had to rest for a while halfway through the class. She only had no memory but not inferior to Zhuo Siheng. Although she could not repeat it like him, she could also tell the source, but she would not know the depth.

Zhuo Siheng felt that his younger brothers and sisters were very cute, and never bothered them to interrupt their thoughts and said softly: "That is to say, as a person, you must do what you can do according to your own abilities, and you must look at the timing of some things you need to do, and you must not be reckless."

"You can't be without recklessness, without recklessness." Xiheng was the two-year-old who loved to follow after learning to speak. He hurried on Zhuo Siheng's back and recited it, but he didn't know what he pronounced, and he was both cute and funny.

Seeing that his brother was slowing down, Ciheng immediately expressed his dissatisfaction with what his brother and sister discussed, and said loudly: "Brother, I'm hungry!"

These three brothers and sisters have their own temperaments, but they are all cute. Huiheng is quiet and gentle, Ciheng is active and straightforward, and although Xiheng still can't see a rough personality, he has a little bad idea. He may be a worry-free little devil in the future. However, in the current situation of their family, they still have a good personality. Only by living out their own will you be able to eat the hardships of life.

Ciheng urged him to go quickly, and ran away his hands and ran two steps first. Zhuo Siheng hurriedly followed. It was chilly spring, and April in Shuozhou was just warmer than in the middle of winter. The snow on the road had not melted yet, and there was no green in the wilderness forest. Zhuo Siheng was afraid that Ciheng would run and slip, so he followed closely. He didn't catch his little girl like a living rabbit again at the dinner.

I saw it only when I arrived, and the meal place today seemed a little different.

The old document Zhang, who was originally written in the meal date, was not there, and Zhu Tong, who was in charge of the business, was erecting his stomach, and his impatient and irritable face were squeezed into his face.

"Write it yourself! Don't try to whip it if you take too much!" He touched the whip whose skin handle was cracked on his waist, and shouted at the old and weak in line.

The Zhuo family is located in less than 100 labor camps. Shuozhou is suffering from bitter cold environment. Many old and weak have been sentenced to death within a year or two after that. Therefore, there are not many families who come here to share the food. There are only more than fifty people. The old and the young are very quiet. They took a spoonful of bitter wild vegetable cakes, scoop a spoonful of soup that is not different from water, and then went to the ridges on the side to eat their own food.

When it was Zhuo Siheng's turn, he was thinking about the book he memorized last night. He was a little slower. Zhu Tong, who seemed to be upset, urged him: "A book that he carries is muttering! I'm just delaying my meal! I don't give up my life to take the exam, I'm so sad every day, and I think I'm the young master in the capital?"

Their family lived in the camp for almost three years, and most of the officials knew him. Zhu Tong was also an old official here. He heard that he was a small soldier under the supervision of Yanhe Army in Weizhou. Later, he committed the regulations when drinking at night, so he threw him to Youbei County to manage the labor camp. Zhuo Yan had some experience in the court and was quite good at judging people. He once said that Zhu Tong, Zhu Laowu, was just a bad temper and yelling person, but he had a good character. He hung the whip on his waist all day long, but he never took it off and fell on women, children, young and old. If he hadn't been too straightforward and did not deal with the camp officers of other battalions, he would not have been excluded from his own camp. The family members of the battalion were in charge of the men and women.

Most of their labor camps are demoted officials and families. Although they are easy to manage, most women and children are weak and sick. Most of them are sick and die. The remaining food for the elderly and young is only half of the labor service workers in one day according to the law. Therefore, there is less food for ordinary people to give food, and there is naturally less oil and water. If you are idle, you are poor. Zhu Laowu came out of the military camp and was once a small leader. He has a big temper and is unhappy. However, he has a disagreement with those regular offenders who oppress labor service, and even has attacked and offended some managers, so he has no chance to stand up.

He always had a bad face when he shared his meals, and today he was even cursing and grinning. Zhuo Siheng really wanted to cover his younger siblings' ears, thinking that this was not what their scholarly family should have for early education, but he was also confused. Where did the old Zhang document that he usually trembled and counted there? Could it be that because of this Zhu Laowu, his eyebrows were not eyebrows, eyes were not eyes?

Zhuo Siheng has always been very meticulous and good at observing. He has a temper and not impatient. He is still gentle and well-behaved when he says this. He silently took the meal to a place with few people. Xiheng is still young, so Zhuo Siheng has to break the cakes into pieces and soak them in the soup before entering the mouth.

As soon as he settled down, Zhu Tong actually walked to him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you just get less cooked cakes for your younger brother and sister?"

Zhuo Siheng shook his head. He took it according to the number. Zhu Tong raised his head and shouted to the person behind him who had not finished eating and went home: "Who deserves to starve to death and take it less?"

It was obviously good things, but it sounded bad to him. Usually everyone was afraid of Zhu Tong. Today, he saw that he had a bad temper and no one dared to respond. Zhu Tong cursed and tore the remaining two pancakes into five or six pieces, and gave them a few old people and children nearby, and Zhuo Siheng also got a small piece.

Xiheng had already eaten and fell asleep, and the small piece of pancake bun was divided into two by Zhuo Siheng and stuffed it to his two sisters.

"Sister, eat, you will lose weight." Although Ciheng is only four years old, she is as tall as the six-year-old Huiheng. In her simple cognition, her sister has always been sick and has to eat more.

Huiheng shook his head slowly and said, "Brother still has to recite the letter at night. He is so hungry that he screams every day. Let's give it to me."

Zhu Tong, who was standing aside, listened to the words of the two girls. The resentment on his face disappeared a little. His big hands touched Huiheng and Ciheng's heads randomly, and snorted coldly: "You eat yours! Your brother is a half-man, can you starve to death? It's useless to study. It's better to be able to calculate accounts and count them, and help Junye me with some booklets."

After hearing what he said, Zhuo Siheng, who had not intended to cause trouble, suddenly felt a sudden enlightenment!

Calculate accounts? Counting?

This is mathematics!

When he was already learning Chinese, the math problems suddenly appeared like a ray of light, knocking on his terrifying humanoid problem-solving machine under the contemporary examination system, the ruthless test-oriented education broke the heart of a well-known math, physics and chemistry test-making expert in the province and the long-lost heart.

"Does Zhu Guanjian need someone to help count the number and keep the account? I can try it." He hid his eagerness and looked very obedient and honest, much more likable than an ordinary nine-year-old boy.

Zhu Tong only heard that his camp used to be a government official, and he only knew how to write so much, so he didn't understand these common tasks? But he was really illiterate and could not do anything, so he looked at Zhuo Siheng suspiciously and said half-believingly: "You can do it? You can go and take a look. If you can't, don't read it randomly, give me the rules and put it back!"

Zhuo Siheng was looking forward to opening the book, thinking that what was waiting for him was at least the penultimate question in the national paper, but he only saw a simple addition and subtraction.

This kind of underused behavior really disappointed him.

But he soon discovered that no wonder Zhu Tong was upset about this matter. The records in this book were so trivial, because the camp did not use the order of each person to cook cakes and soups, but instead listed all the expenses in the camp in a monthly basis, and then wiped out the amounts of the day.

The elderly, weak, women and children are sick every now and then in the severe winter of the extreme north. If someone is sick and does not come, they can eat leftovers, because receiving food according to the rules is also a different sense of the point, which is convenient for checking whether the guilty households escape. Unless they are extremely serious, they can take them home for food. In this way, if there are few people who come to collect some days, then fill in more at the end of the month, calculate the amount of the payment at the beginning of the month, and make a flat account without any reversal. The more ones will fill in the pockets of the managers in their own business. Although it is only a small profit, the hair pulled by the geese can also be gathered into a fur.

This makes me suffer from the calculations below. I have to calculate the balance every day and match the gap in front. Zhu Tong doesn't know the big word. Even if he can make simple daily mental calculations, he may not be able to do the patience to add strokes to make up for it.

Looking forward a little, there seemed to be no need to fill this month, so he only calculated today's one. In the blink of an eye, the number of heads and vegetables had been counted. Zhuo Siheng handed the book to Zhu Tong and said, "Fifty-three cooks and cakes were collected. Each of them overflowed, and the soup was already minted. The two extras were not counted. It was not too late to replenish them until the end of the month. The soup was not filled yesterday, maybe Zhang Wenshu was in a hurry to get sick, so I made up too. Oh yes, today is the end of the ten-day period, and the place counted at the end of the ten-day period in the booklet is empty, and I filled it up too. This ten-day period is 500..."

"Stop! You're like chanting scriptures!" Zhu Tong's ears seemed to be filled with 17 or 18 mosquitoes. He quickly asked Zhuo Siheng to stop, and looked at him with a different look and said, "Are you the boss of the Zhuo family?"

"It's me."

"I'll go to the logarithm with the camp later. If I can't match it, I'll save it from your meal if there is any difference!"

There was an old man who had not left next to him showing a look of fear, but Zhuo Siheng said calmly: "If you are wrong, of course you will be punished."

"By the way, there is no reward!" Zhu Tong snorted coldly.

However, when Zhu Tong went to collect the meal the next day, he felt much better. Although he was still not angry, Zhuo Siheng asked Zhuo Siheng to do the original errand of Zhang Wenshu. After he finished his work, he gave Huiheng and Ciheng half a cake each. He also told him to get a pen, ink, paper and booklet after dinner. In the past two days, there will be thick clothes to each household according to their hair. Zhu Tong asked Zhuo Siheng to help him calculate the head first and then hand it over to him to collect it tomorrow.

So at night, Zhuo Siheng brought the four treasures of the study she brought from the property warehouse home.

When Zhuo Yan and Song Liangyu saw the reason, they all praised their son's courage, meticulousness and talent for accounting. Zhuo Yan was even more pleased: "I heard that Zhang Wenshu was also a sinner in the past. Later, he was short of people in the camp, so he used to write calculations and took a small matter. Now he is considered safe and secure until he grows old. If we Siheng had this ability, we would definitely suffer less hardships in the future, and the three small days would be easier."

"There are paper and pens here, so why don't your parents teach us a few of us to write!" Zhuo Siheng didn't listen to his father's expectations in his ears, and he was full of curiosity and eagerness to try.

He had heard Zhu Tong say that he wanted to calculate the account number of coarse clothes, but he felt that he had the opportunity to get some pen and paper back, and he always endorsed the book verbally. So he was going to take on this job. Seeing that his parents were all happy, he didn't think it was too hard to settle the account at night. Anyway, the account was multiplied at most, which was very simple.

Speaking of which, the quality of the four treasures of the study is really poor. It must be incomparable to those commonly used when the Zhuo family was full of success. The pen tips were crossed, the ink was uneven, and the ink was clumped inside. The paper was dull and yellow, and there was fiber inside, which was extremely rough. However, Zhuo Yan wrote very seriously and in one go. Zhuo Siheng looked like two big fists words "reunion". He didn't understand calligraphy, and he didn't have the chance to come to learn from the brush and ink. However, even he could see these two words in regular script, with surging force but not overflowing, and his muscles and bones were extremely positive.

"Dad's handwriting is so beautiful!" Zhuo Siheng's praise is very simple and sincere.

Zhuo Yan rarely held the pen, and was praised by his son like this. He was in a great mood and said with a smile: "Your mother's calligraphy is the best in the boudoir. It is smooth, relaxed, and free and happy. I am afraid my calligraphy is not as good as many."

Even though he hadn't held a pen for three years, Song Liangyu was a little itchy and said, "Let me write it too."

She picked up her pen quickly and wrote the four small characters "Winter Goes and Spring Comes" under "Reunion". Zhuo Siheng continued to watch the fun, but just by looking at it, you can tell that this character has been put in effort, and the strokes are stretched and steadily. However, it is probably because it has not been written for too long. Many places have less force intermittently, but it is not harmful.

"But it's so ugly!" Song Liangyu smiled and sighed, and couldn't help but pound Zhuo Yan, "It's all your fault for blowing in front of the child, which makes me show my timidity."

"It's not ugly, this word is enough for writing the answers in the palace examination." Zhuo Yan pointed to his wife's words and smiled, "I really passed the exam. Don't you believe me?"

"You've just said that my calligraphy is Runying and Zhang Chi, but Du Shisheng said, 'Written is more important than writing, so that it is hard to understand the gods'. My calligraphy is still less than you."

"'Learning is more important than writing, but who dares to say, 'The wife of Xie is more generous, and Xiao Ran has his own style under the forest.' It's not a good idea? I think if our four children learn from your ordinary skills in calligraphy and write the spring breeze under the forest that is more generous, then it will not be better."

What the two talked about was that Zhuo Siheng couldn't understand any allusion due to his limited cultural level, but at this point, he couldn't help but speak: "What parents said makes sense!"

Zhuo Yan and Song Liangyu were facing each other's eyes. After hearing this, they laughed at him for being sweet and just trying to write a few more words. Zhuo Siheng was very embarrassed and thought that his name was finally the same in traditional Chinese and simplified Chinese. He gritted his teeth and learned from the postures of classmates who could write calligraphy before.

These three characters are too many strokes, and there are Zhuo, a character that is very difficult to write horizontally and vertically. He didn't have any skill in writing, and even he knew it was too ugly. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yan looked very satisfied and raised it to evaluate it with his wife. He also said something: "Although the word 'Zhuo' is like a dead snake hanging on a tree, and the word 'Si' is like a stone pressing □, it can be seen that if our son practices one hand in the future, then he knows that it is not a big suppression and a long wave. It is not impossible to ensure that he can take a path that is better than a cleverness."

Zhuo Siheng heard the laughter and loving, and also felt proud and praised. For the first time, he had a strange confidence and determination in his calligraphy chapter of ancient life. He thought that although he didn't know what "□□ big elves", "long waves and big strokes" meant, he would work hard in this direction as long as he had the opportunity!

When he secretly swore, Zhuo Yan and his wife had already given the pen to Huiheng and encouraged her to pick up two pens. Huiheng was thin and had a small hand strength. She tried several times before she could hold it firmly, and she could only draw a thin horizontal stroke. So Zhuo Yan personally held her hand holding the pen and patiently led her to write "Zhuo". When she wanted to continue writing, she saw that there were sweat beads on Huiheng's forehead and her fingertips trembled slightly. She immediately felt distressed and hurriedly let the child rest. But Huiheng was reluctant to give up and insisted on writing her name. Zhuo Yan had to hold it and hold it again, carefully protecting her and writing her name with her.

In the end, even Ciheng, who was just four years old, held a pattern like a grimace, making the whole family laugh. In addition to the little doll who was just two years old, a small old sheep pen was spread in the hands of the family of five. The cold and wind-like broken house, which leaked from all directions, also bursts of warm laughter were overflowing out of the outside.
Chapter completed!