Because he was writing with a brush, he couldn't get up quickly. After Yunjing finished writing all the more than 300 characters he had learned, he showed them to his grandfather and father. It took more than an hour.
When Yun Jing was writing, Yun Lin and Yun Shan watched carefully without making a sound, for fear of disturbing him.
Finally, when they looked at the densely packed words on the paper, even though they couldn't understand it, Yun Lin and Yun Shan's faces glowed red.
These are all written by my own children. Who in the whole village has such ability to write so many words?
Blessed by our ancestors, a scholar comes to my family, this life is worth it...
At this time, Jiang Susu had already arranged lunch. She walked out of the kitchen and looked at the words written by Yun Jing on the table. She couldn't help but smile on her face.
These are all written by my son, who has grown up in skills.
As a mother, don't you just hope that your child will be successful? For the rest, it doesn't matter how hard or tired you are.
Jiang Susu had no regrets at all about not being able to see Yunjing write with her own eyes. What she was thinking was that her son had finally come back and she had to cook something delicious for him.
Therefore, it took her a while to make this meal, and it was much richer than usual.
"Mom, let me do it"
Seeing his mother come out of the kitchen with a big belly and carrying dishes, Yunjing quickly put down his brush and walked over.
Jiang Susu shook her head and said with a smile: "It's just out of the pot and it's very hot. Mom, do it yourself. Just sit down."
The child is promising, and the mother is happy in whatever she does. Even just looking at the child brings great satisfaction. She insists on not wanting Yunjing's help...
In rural farmhouses, there is no saying that you should eat and sleep without speaking. During the meal, Yunjing took the written words and read them to his mother one by one. He also explained the meaning of each word to her, and even put away the words written by his father.
When the piece of paper came, he pointed at her name and said, Mom, look, this is your name, it is written like this, do you want me to write it again for you to see?
Jiang Susu didn't let Yunjing write her name again to see it with her own eyes. She didn't even pay much attention to the words written by Yunjing. She just looked at it with a smile, watching her son's explanation with great interest, looking at her son for fear that she didn't understand.
That serious look makes her very happy and happy.
The child is back, the family is reunited, and the family is complete. This is the most important thing.
The family is having fun, eating, drinking, talking and laughing, not to mention how happy they are.
From the beginning to the end, Xiao Yundong was not interested in the words written by his brother. He was dizzy after reading the words so densely packed that he couldn't find the smell of the chicken drumsticks in his hands. He chewed them until his mouth was full of oil.
My brother is back, and there are chicken legs to eat. There were not so many before my brother came back. How great it would be if my brother came back every day...
That's right, when Yunjing came back, Jiang Susu specially killed a chicken and stewed it. Although a chicken could be sold for money and was very important to the family, how could he not let his son have a good meal when he came back rarely?
After the meal, the family sat together and listened to Yunjing talk about his learning experience during this period.
Study, learn etiquette, practice calligraphy, make friends, go to town and set up a stall...
Yun Jing narrated vividly, and as his family listened, the picture of learning that they had never imagined gradually began to have a rough outline in their minds.
It turns out that studying is like this. It turns out that studying is not so beautiful. If you don't study well, you will be beaten and scolded by your teacher. If you don't listen to your teacher, you will be punished. Practicing calligraphy will be so hard, but it is so easy for scholars to make money.
But obviously Xiaojing said that studying is not that easy or even very hard, but why does he think it is so good? Unfortunately, we have no chance. Fortunately, Xiaojing can study and has great skills. The family will count on him in the future...
Xiao Yundong was obviously not interested in what his brother said. It was a hot day and it was noon, so he started to feel sleepy while listening.
After a short period of happiness, life in the farm family has to return to reality. Even though the heat is unbearable at noon, Yunjing's family still insists on working in the fields.
Yun Jing proposed that he also wanted to help, but his family members refused to agree. He asked why, and Yun's father said that you are a scholar now, and we will do the rough work.
In response to this, Yunjing said dumbfounded: "Dad, this was not the case before I went to study. At that time, did you know that I would study in the future and work differently?"
Yunshan said plausibly: "How can it be the same? Although I knew you wanted to study at that time, you didn't go there. Now that you are actually studying, how can you work? Be good, be obedient, take a good rest at home, read and practice
I can write well, but I just can’t do the work.”
Yunjing was dumbfounded, Dad, you have changed, you were not like this before.
Then, Jiang Susu reminded from the side: "Xiao Jing, stay at home and don't bathe in the water no matter how hot it is. Not long ago, your third uncle's four-year-old daughter almost drowned. Fortunately, she was saved in time."
"That's right, you can't take a bath. Hey, those brats just don't have a long memory. They teach you lessons every year. They just don't have a long memory. They have to go into the water. It's not easy to raise a child. What if they drown?
Wow, how sad you are," Yun Lin lamented from the side.
Children drowning in the bath happens every year. Although the actual drowning is very rare, there is no such incident that makes the whole village panic?
Children are ignorant, but adults are afraid of them.
"Grandpa, dad, mom, don't worry, I won't go into the water, but if you don't let me work, I'll be bored at home." Yunjing couldn't laugh or cry.
"If you're bored, just go find other people to play. You've been in town for so long, and children often come to play with you, but you're not here. They thought you were abducted. How can they explain that they can't see you?
I don’t even believe it,” Yun Lin said with a smile, and he didn’t intend to let Yun Jing do the work anyway.
With no other choice, Yun Jing simply rolled his eyes and said, "Okay then, I'll just practice calligraphy at home."
"That's right, let's go to work." Yunshan nodded with satisfaction, and then they went to the fields with their farm tools.
Not long after, Yunjing closed the door of his house and followed him secretly. Then, while his family was working in the fields, Yunjing appeared and said I was here to help.
If he does this, he will come here. If we drive him back, it will delay the farm work. So, since he comes here, let's do it.
Then Yunjing went to work with his family under the scorching sun. He had already done the same thing countless times, and he did not become unfamiliar with the working skills just because he went to the town to study for more than a month.
Seeing Yunjing working quickly without complaining or complaining of tiredness, the family praised him for being sensible.
In the blink of an eye, Yun Jing is slowly becoming more sensible. Time flies so fast, which means that they are slowly getting older.
Perhaps the continuation of future generations is the meaning of life for ordinary people like Yunlin. When one day they return to their ashes, the existence of future generations is the best and only proof that they have been in this world...
After all, they are too insignificant. When time passes, who can remember them except future generations?
After working in the fields until the afternoon, Yunshan urged Yunjing to graze the cattle, saying that they would be the ones doing the work in the fields, but the big buffalo at home was still hungry.
Yun Jing wanted to share some of the work in the fields with his family, but herding cattle was also a top priority. Although he knew that his father wanted to make it easier for him, he couldn't find a reason to refute it, so he had to go back to herding the cattle.
Xiao Yundong was not in a hurry. On a hot day, he was fast asleep on a stone slab under the shade of a tree next to the land where he was working. The surrounding area was empty and adults were always paying attention. He was not afraid of snakes or the like.
Come and bite him.
Dahei didn't become unfamiliar with Yunjing just because he hadn't seen him for more than a month. He was as close to Yunjing as usual.
The straw mat was still beside the cattle pen. Yunjing spread it on Dahei's back, turned over and rode off to herd the cattle.
It was a hot day and the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon. The buffalo needed to take a bath in the water to dissipate heat, so Yunjing rode Dahei to the stream.
Dahei stepped in the stream and ate the grass by the stream, while Yunjing sat under the shade of the trees on the bank and enjoyed the peaceful afternoon.
Under his keen senses, any movement within a radius of five meters could not escape his perception. Amid the slight movement, his lazily leaning against the willow tree did not change at all. He reached out his hand to fish it out very casually, and a fish fell from the tree.
He caught the little squirrel that came up.
That relaxed and freehand gesture seemed like the little squirrel jumped into his hand. In fact, the little squirrel wanted to jump onto his shoulder!
"Long time no see, little one," Yunjing said with a smile, scratching the little squirrel's belly.
The little squirrel let Yun Jing do what he did, holding a wild chestnut in his two little paws and gnawing on it, seemingly unaware of the horror of a two-legged monster like Yun Jing.
They were all 'old friends'. After playing with the little squirrel for a while, Yunjing put it on his shoulder and picked a willow leaf. After thinking about it for a while, he played a beautiful piece of music with the willow leaf.
The original scenery of my hometown.
This is also a piece of music that Yun Jing liked very much in his previous life. Now he plays it with willow leaves. The tune is crisp and melodious, making people feel happy. It is not played with a low tone like a xun, which makes people feel a little sad.
The crisp and melodious tunes echoed in the fields and forests beside the stream. It seemed that the whole world had quieted down, and even the wind became gentle.
Yun Jing's eyes seemed to be closed, and his mood was extremely relaxed, as if he was intoxicated by the mountains and rivers.
The little squirrels on his shoulders stopped eating chestnuts and listened quietly.
This atmosphere lasted for half an hour, until the cloud scene stopped playing and an eagle screamed in the sky, breaking the relaxed and peaceful atmosphere.
The little white-headed goshawk flew over with flapping wings.
The little squirrel was so frightened that it immediately ran away from the cloud scene and disappeared into the forest.
Xiaobai landed two meters away from Yunjing, holding his head high and looking at Yunjing with his right eye, as if to say, where have you been during this time?
"Xiaobai, long time no see. You look more majestic." Yunjing waved to it.
Xiaobai ignored him, still holding his head high, as if I was angry and couldn't coax him.
Yun Jing laughed, stood up, walked over, put it in his arms, and said, "Oh, you even lost your temper. Didn't you see it? I go to school in the town."
On weekdays, Yun Jing often noticed a goshawk circling in the sky, and he naturally recognized it as Xiao Bai. However, there were many people in the town, so Xiao Bai did not dare to come down, so he could only watch Yun Jing from a distance for a while before flying away.
After hearing what he said, Xiaobai looked like you still remember me, and rubbed his head against Yunjing's cheek, "I forgive you..."
