This time, Zhu Ping'an borrowed three books from the shady girl's house, all of which were for the upcoming scientific and rural examinations. The idea of borrowing some miscellaneous books that he had thought about before had long since disappeared without a trace.
Zhu Ping'an still knows when to do what.
The moon is bright, the wind is clear, the water is flowing, the fireflies are dancing and the frogs are croaking.
After dinner, Zhu Pingan read at night at his desk with the oil lamp lit in front of the table. As a man of two generations, Zhu Pingan deeply understood the principle of every inch of time and every inch of gold.
How many people, holding swords and riding horses, talk poetry and wine while enjoying their time, but how many people know that time is just a blink of an eye. If you don't want to spend the moon in the well, you can only cherish every inch of your time, work hard when you need to work hard, and struggle when you need to fight.
, when it’s time to have fun, you won’t have no girls in your arms and no money in your hands.
The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The silk hanging career in the previous life has a lot to do with his lack of diligence and hard work. Therefore, in this life, in this feudal Ming Dynasty, Zhu Pingan learned his lesson, worked hard and never stopped.
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The wind is also rustling, the night is also rustling, and the lights are gone for another night.
At dawn, Zhu Pingan got up early and walked out of the room. At this time, there were still a few lost stars in the sky.
I walked to the stone beside the well in the yard, habitually laid out a black wooden board, scooped out a ladle of well water, washed my hands and face, and then poured the water I washed my hands and face into a groove in the stone, using the water my father had made for me in his early years.
The oxtail writing brush is dipped in water and written against the stone.
Even before her mother got up early to cook, Zhu Ping'an had already put away the blackboard and brushes and put them back in the room, and took out several volumes of copied books and carried them across his body.
He picked up the cloth bag and went out to the river.
The riverside is quiet and the breeze blows. It’s really a good place to read a book.
When the red sun rose in the east and the rooster roared down to the river village, Zhu Pingan put away the book in his hand and returned home slowly.
My mother, Mrs. Chen, just happened to have prepared breakfast, and the aroma of breakfast filled the yard.
"What delicious food does mom cook? It smells so good?" Zhu Pingan sniffed hard and flattered her.
"It's just your sweet mouth."
My mother, Ms. Chen, was smiling broadly.
The day in Xiahe Village started again. Father Zhu went to drive the bullock cart to make money. Father Zhu seemed to have fallen in love with this job now. He happily drove the big black cow out every day and talked a lot more.
One afternoon three days later, a police officer came from the county and delivered a copy of the communique sent from Yingtian Mansion to Zhu Ping'an's home.
"The emperor's grace is so great that he has declared that he will obey the imperial edict and conduct the scientific examination on the 20th day of the 10th month. Those who have learned a lot will be kept until the imperial examination; those who have little knowledge will be deposed as officials and people; they will not come without any reason.
Those who do will be severely punished without slacking off."
Sure enough, I still missed the exam, but luckily it was October 20th, and the location was Yingtianfu. After the science exam, it was only a few days before the Enke Township Examination. It happened to be in time for the Township Examination, so I didn’t have to travel back and forth by myself.
Calculating the time, there are still nearly twenty days before the scientific examination.
Time is enough.
A few days later, the fragrance of rice was blown by the autumn wind. Large tracts of rice stood quietly in the fields and dreamed of sweet dreams. The rice stalks stood upright, held in the hands of autumn. In Qiancun, Xiahe Village
It extends to the farthest point. Standing on a high place and looking around, there are all golden rice.
Xiahe Village started to get busy because the rice was ripe.
On this day, Zhu Ping'an also changed into coarse shorts early in the morning and went to the fields to harvest rice with his parents and elder brother.
"Brother Zhi, what are you doing? Go back and read." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan had sharp eyes. When he saw Zhu Ping'an changed into a coarse short coat, he immediately understood what his younger brother wanted to do and couldn't help but ask Zhu Ping'an to go back to his room.
Read a book.
"Hey, I didn't see you in the blink of an eye, and you changed your clothes. Stop messing around and go read your book." After hearing this, mother Chen also saw Zhu Ping'an coming out of the room. She was surprised and also spoke.
Ask Zhu Pingan to go back to the room and read quickly.
"Xie'er, please don't go. It's enough for me, your brother, and your mother. I'm busy these days, so I won't go to drive the car." Zhu's father did the same, and asked Zhu Ping'an to go back to his room to read. Although, Zhu's father
He had always thought that it would be better for the boy to sweat more, but when Zhu Pingan was about to go to Enke, Zhu's father still thought that it would be better for Zhu Pingan to read at home.
Zhu Ping'an walked up to his parents and elder brother in a coarse cloth jacket, and said with a smile, "I have been reading for too long, and my arms and legs are a little rusty. I just happened to go to the fields to get some food. Besides, these days I
But I’ve been reading at home and I’m a little tired, so I decided to go and relax. I used to go to the fields before, so it’s nothing, I’ll be fine for the past two days.”
Over the years, Zhu Ping'an's family has added a lot of fields. If his parents and eldest brother were allowed to go to the fields to harvest, I don't know how long they would be busy.
"One more for you is not too much, and one for you less is not a lot." Mother Chen was unwilling to let Zhu Pingan go to the fields. "You are already a scholar, why should you go to the fields? You should still go and read your books."
"Mom, I am also a strong laborer. Besides, even the current emperor will go to the ground at a specific time to persuade Konong to make sanguine. Not to mention that I am just a young scholar." Zhu Pingan smiled naively and took his mother Chen's hand.
The sickle was brought over.
"One extra day of reading is not a lot of books, and one day of less reading is a lot of books. My son has already memorized the books in his mind, and it doesn't matter if he reads silently while working." Zhu Pingan continued.
His parents and brother couldn't argue with Zhu Pingan, so they had no choice but to agree to follow Zhu Pingan to the fields, but only for this day, and they could not follow him again in the future.
While walking on the road, many villagers were surprised to see Zhu Pingan, who was wearing a coarse short coat and a straw hat and holding a sickle, and were very curious.
"Why did Master Xiao Zhu go to the ground?"
"Why is Master Xiucai here again?"
The locals are either curious or joking, in short they just ask when they see it.
"Scholars are also human beings who also need to eat. Today's saints will set an example to persuade Konongsang, let alone a young scholar like me." Zhu Pingan explained to the villagers with a naive smile.
When he arrived at the field, Zhu Ping'an followed his parents and brothers to the fields, sweating like rain, harvesting rice.
The fields of Zhu Ping'an's family are together with the fields of the Zhu family's old house. The only people working in the fields of the Zhu family's old house are his grandfather, his third uncle and Zhu Pingjun. Zhu Pingjun is still a foreign laborer and does not contribute much to the work.
After harvesting, Zhu Pingan learned that his fourth uncle was sick again. This time it was due to a bad meal last night. Uncle Zhu Shouren was still studying at home as usual.
The grandfather who was harvesting rice in the field looked at Zhu Pingan, who was working hard to harvest rice in a sweat, not far away. He thought about his eldest son in the family and was filled with emotion. He was also a scholar.
The rice harvested from the rice fields is put on the oxcart by Zhu Ping'an's family. The ox cart of Zhu Ping'an's family is larger and can pull more. One trip can take two trips of others. The ox cart will collect the harvested rice.
Place it in a field. The so-called field is a higher, flat and dry land used for drying and threshing crops.
The fields in Xiahe Village are all together, and each family puts the harvested rice here, and then uses ox-pulled stone rollers to roll and thresh the rice.
From morning to night, Zhu Pingan harvested rice with his parents and brothers all day long. When he went to bed at night, his arms felt sore.
Everything is of inferior quality, only reading is good, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but sigh before going to bed, he must study harder in the future. (To be continued...)
ps: Sorry, I have overestimated my ability to update, so I will update three times today. I will continue to work hard tomorrow, everyone should go to bed early.