Uncle Wang's home is the largest in Shigang Village. Unlike the villagers who have walls made of tree branches and concrete, it has a pure shank wood structure and a roof made of porcelain tiles. This shows that his ancestor must have had a prosperous life, at least he was a noble family. It was just a few generations before him.
Uncle Wang didn't say the specific details, and Zhu San didn't know clearly. Now he has fallen into decline and is no different from ordinary people.
The large courtyard has a hall, a backyard, five rooms, and a study in the back hall dedicated to storing letters. Unfortunately, there is no servant to take care of it. Only Uncle Wang and his grandson live together in the family. The Wang family has always been a single lineage.
, the uncle’s son and daughter-in-law died of illness before they lived past fifty, while the grandson and grandson’s daughter-in-law were infected by the plague a few years ago, but poor medical skills could not save them.
When Uncle Wang was young, not long after the crown ceremony was held, he went out to travel. After returning home after several years, he found that his parents had passed away. Without relatives and no reason, he went out to study again and pursued his ambitions. However, it was only a matter of time before he was 30 years old.
Later, he suffered losses and encountered obstacles, so he returned to his hometown dejectedly.
Then he married his wife and lived an ordinary life. Unfortunately, he was destined to have few relatives in his life. He was the only one who survived a long life with white hair and black hair.
Fortunately, the family had more than ten acres of fertile land left by their ancestors and sub-leased it to the villagers, including Zhu Laoshi's family, who helped with farming and grain harvesting, so the grandfather and grandson had no problem making ends meet.
The door was unlocked. When Zhu San arrived, it was already getting dark. He walked straight in and saw a bright light shining in the lobby. However, there was a square earth pit in the center, and a fire was lit for lighting. Oil lamps were expensive consumables.
, the world is not good, ordinary people cannot afford to use it.
"Uncle, San'er is here." Zhu San shouted and walked towards the fire. In terms of seniority, Zhu Laoshi called uncle, so he naturally called uncle.
When Zhu San was born, Uncle Wang was already eighty years old, and he lived for another eight years. The hair on his head and under his chin was so white that it almost fell off, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his forehead was called "childlike".
Indescribable.
His ancestors were from a noble family, and Uncle Wang always maintained the etiquette. Even at the age of eighty-eight, he still sat upright on his knees, holding a commandment in his hand, and urged the little child in front of him to read the letter.
The boy is Uncle Wang's great-grandson, named Cheng.
Wang Cheng was only four years old, and his life experience was rather pitiful. His parents left as soon as he was born. Uncle Wang was not good at raising children. It can be said that in the past few years, he often ate from hundreds of families.
With a bare forehead and a hair knot on the left side of his head, Wang Cheng saw Zhu San coming and shouted like a savior: "The third brother is here!"
Before Zhu San could reply, the yellow ring flashed past his red and tender little arm with a "pop!" sound. Wang Cheng screamed in pain and looked at his great-grandfather with aggrieved eyes.
"Don't be impatient and focus, don't be moved by external things. Have you forgotten what I taught you every day?" Uncle Wang scolded with a straight face. His grandson is the only blood of his Wang family, so he is naturally extremely strict. This excitement made the elderly man
People, immediately started coughing.
"Cough cough cough!"
Seeing this, Zhu San quickly walked a few steps, knelt down next to Uncle Wang, held the pale skinny shoulder with one hand, patted his back with the other hand, and said: "Uncle, why are you angry? A Cheng is still
If you're young, teach it slowly, it won't be worth it if your body is damaged."
Seeing his grandfather's frail body, little Wang Cheng also felt great regret and worry. He lowered his head and said softly: "Cheng'er knows that he was wrong. Please don't be angry."
"Hey!" Uncle Wang sighed. The cough just now made him very strenuous. With the support of Zhu San, he took a soft cushion to lie down on. Looking at this disciple who made him very satisfied, he smiled bitterly and said: "If there are three
My son, you are half consciously studying hard, so why should I worry?"
"I want you to study with me when you are three years old. You can read books on your own when you are four years old. You have read all the letters in my backyard when you are five years old. Apart from having more knowledge than you, I have nothing to teach you. You will be here for the next three years.
, you still look at my grandfather and grandson day and night, in fact, you are taking care of me two, I know and feel that, in fact, you don’t have to..."
Zhu San listened quietly to his uncle's nagging, and threw the firewood he brought one by one into the fire. There was a quiet crackling sound, and the flames gradually grew stronger.
"You are smarter than others. Xiaoshigang Village is not a place for you to stay for a long time. I have a letter here. Take it to Guangling County and ask about a man named Zhang Jian in Gaoyou County. He is the son of my good friend and is far more knowledgeable.
With me, you can worship him as your teacher, he is known as the Eight Horsemen of Jiangxia. In the future, if you recommend him as a filial and honest person, it will be of great help."
As he spoke, Uncle Wang reached into his arms with trembling hands, groped for a while, and took out a piece of white silk cloth with small characters on it and a red stamp on one end...
In this era, paper was not yet popular, and letters were generally made of wooden boards or silk cloth. For better ones, brocade cloth such as Sichuan brocade was used.
Zhu San took the hand solemnly, frowned slightly, and said: "San'er is still young, his parents are here, and he doesn't want to travel far away."
Uncle Wang had obviously heard this reason many times before, but this time he didn't buy it. He took the silk cloth out of his hand, pushed himself up, stuffed it into Zhu San's arms, and said:
"Except for your eight-year-old body, how are you still like a child in your words and actions? Don't say more. You have your elder brother at home, so everything will be fine. Guangling is only two days away by water. I'll just come back and see you when you have time.
, Never joke about your future."
"I have wasted my life, and I don't want my disciples to be like me. Zhang Jian's father is the governor of Jiangxia, and he is my best friend. The sons he taught are well-known in the world, and are known as heroes. My son and grandson are all working in the mountains and fields.
How can I, the king, be willing to visit you?"
"I can't wait for Cheng'er to grow up and be successful, not to mention that he doesn't look like he has such a blessing. But you, San'er, are different. You are extremely talented and rare in the world. If you become famous in the future, it will be known to others.
He is a disciple of my king."
Seeing that the gray old man suddenly changed from weak to full of vitality, nagging continuously and talking about fame and fortune, like a candle in the wind, extinguished at any time, Zhu San did not dare to go against his will again, and his thoughts changed slightly.
He nodded and agreed: "Uncle, don't get excited. I just listen to you and I'll go."
Seeing his agreement, Uncle Wang stopped smiling.
Suddenly, Zhu San remembered: "The Eight Horsemen of Jiangxia, when I watched the Romance of the Three Kingdoms TV series in my previous life, I remember that Cao Cao said that the name of Liu Biao and the Eight Horsemen was not true?" Then he asked: "The Eight Horsemen of Jiangxia, is Liu Biao among them?"
"There is such a person, how did San'er know about it?" Uncle Wang asked in surprise.
"I've heard it from hearsay." Zhu San chuckled and thought to himself: "It seems that it is undoubtedly the Eight Talents. He is as famous as Liu Biao and his reputation is big enough. If you become his student, it will be easy for you to become an official in the future." At this point, in his heart,
After some calculation, he replied: "In a few days, after the eldest brother gets married, the third son will leave for Guangling."
When it came to Zhu Da's marriage, Uncle Wang also remembered that he had shown Zhu Da and his friends the birth date and birth date. He smiled and said congratulations: "I forgot about this, so why don't you give me congratulations to your family?"
After talking about the business, maybe he wanted to spend his last time teaching Zhu San, and then asked, "By the way, San'er, what do you want to ask tonight?"
"Uncle, wait a moment."
Zhu San stood up, took out "Xunzi" from his body and put it on the desk in the hall. He turned over the slips on the desk and picked up a volume of "Wu Zi". The bamboo slips on the desk were all sorted out by him from the study room in the backyard and prepared to be integrated.
Among all the books in the backyard study, he was most interested in strategies and tactics.
"San'er has memorized "Wu Zi", but for the "Tu Guo" chapter, the paragraph "If you are not in harmony with the country, you cannot send out the army; if you are not in harmony with the army, you cannot go out in battle; if you are not in harmony with the battle formation, you cannot enter."
Fight; if you don't fight with each other, you can't win decisively. Are you confused?"
"I dare to ask my uncle, how to make peace with the country? Harmonize the army? Harmonize the formation? Victory in every battle? Is there any clear method?"
These questions have long been out of the scope of eight-year-old children. Uncle Wang was obviously used to Zhu San's correct questions. He thought about it, calmed down for a while, and said: "There is no way to win, and there is no clear way...
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"...Therefore, to harmonize the country, we should adopt benevolent government, and to harmonize the army, we should use prestige, harmonize the formation, and practice a hundred refinements. In this way, we can be infinitely close and victorious."
The two of them are not like master and disciple, they are like discussing with friends. This is how Zhu San learns now.
Two hours later, Zhu San and Uncle Wang finished their discussion, while the young Wang Cheng also quietly put away the bamboo slips.
"Thank you, uncle! San'er takes his leave." He stood up straight, leaned forward slightly, saluted, and prepared to go home.
Afterwards, Xiao Wang Cheng sent Zhu San to the door for his great-grandfather.
When leaving, Zhu San thought about it and said to little Wang Cheng: "A Cheng, tomorrow the third brother will deliver fish to the ferry, and by the way, he will bring some medicinal materials back to my uncle. My father and mother will take the eldest brother to the neighboring village to propose marriage.
Maybe you won't come back. You will go to my house tomorrow to have dinner with Fifth Sister at Zhang Xiaomei's house, and ask Zhang Xiaomei to go catch more fish in the pond. Don't worry, you can bring some to your uncle later, do you understand?"
"Thank you, third brother. You don't have to eat the unpalatable dry food made by grandpa tomorrow." Xiao Wang Cheng clapped his hands and said happily.
Because Uncle Wang taught Zhu San how to read, Zhu Laoshi's family helped him the most and was the closest to him, so little Wang Cheng called Zhu San his third brother.
Let's say that after Zhu San went to Uncle Wang's house, after Zhu Wumei and Zhang Xiaomei heard the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, they waited for the stars to fill the sky and followed Zhu San's prompts to search for the big bright star with four stars in the sky.
The little star, across the galaxy, looks at another bright star.
They were just two children who had not been exposed to much astronomical knowledge. How could they understand stargazing? Otherwise, those who know astronomy would not be known as wizards. The two of them did not go to bed until they were in tears, but the next day it was
I cried out in pain for a whole day.
Early in the morning, Zhu Wumei was still lying on the bed. Mrs. Chen got up early and made breakfast. Soon Zhu Laoshi and his two sons woke up one after another and washed their faces with cold water. After breakfast, Mrs. Chen left a bowl of rice porridge and went with Zhu Laoshi.
I took my eldest son out with me.
After leaving home, Zhu San first went to the village entrance pond, filled two water tanks with fish, and picked out five fat ones and sent them to Zhang Xiaomei's house to say hello and help take care of Zhu Wumei for a day and other things.
Driving the boat, pulling up the sail, a new day begins.