Where did you see it from?

Naturally, it is in the memory of the previous life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info high school Chinese textbook, "Ten Thoughts of Emperor Taizong" is a key article, requiring detailed memorization, classical Chinese paragraphs and sentences are actually the most catchy, after learning for many years, if you can prompt a sentence, the back of the natural mouth.

She memorized it smoothly, but she forgot that she is now a child who has not finished learning the Analects for half a year, and the poems and poetry rely on the memory of the previous life to learn the fastest, except for this, there is nothing else to praise, the red painting is not only rough, but also some traditional Chinese characters have to be compared with the simplified Chinese characters in the brain to recognize, such a level, actually said the passage in the admonition, and even did not need to be explained by Mr., he understood the meaning of the words and sentences.

Is this possible?

Looking at the smiling eyes on Mr.'s smug face, Zhang Zhaohua's heart jumped suddenly, and said, "Sir, I don't know, I saw it from the volume of Zizhi Tongjian on your desk. ”

Uncle Zhang Congshu let out an "oh", as if he had just remembered that there was also this article in Tongjian, but he didn't let go of Zhang Zhaohua and said, "Can you understand this Tongjian?"

"I don't understand it," Zhang Zhaohua said: "When students flip through it, they just pick the stories they like to read." ”

"Oh," Uncle Zhang Congshu smiled, "whose story do you like to read?"

Zhang Zhaohua realized that he had dug a hole for himself, Tongjian is not as good as historical records, there is not much interest, the historical materials are written in detail, very thick and deep, what interesting places can he see from it?

Zhang Zhaohua had no choice but to say: "The student can see it, and the concubine will be passed on." ”

Uncle Zhang Cong nodded, looked her up and down, and seemed to ask. Zhang Zhaohua only felt that this conversation was very strange, and was about to find a topic to diverge, when he heard Mrs. Zhang's voice coming from outside: "Master, I see that it is no sunny day today, you put away the calligraphy and paintings on the fence shelf, I am cramped here." ”

Sure enough, the sun rose into the sky and it was still foggy, and Zhang Zhaohua remembered that the quilt he dried in the morning should have been carried back by the Wang family.

Followed Uncle Zhang Cong to the outer courtyard, Zhang Zhaohua thought that it was the old man's own calligraphy and painting, but he didn't expect to see the words, "Song Zhongheng in the twenty-first book of the month of Ding Si year", so he asked: "Grandpa, who is this Song Zhongheng?"

When he was not in class, Zhang Zhaohua called Uncle Zhang Cong, who heard the voice, came over to take a look and said, "He is already dead, he is still a sinner, you don't want to touch the things here, go and put away the books I dried on the stairs." ”

Zhang Zhaohua responded obediently and went to pack up the book. She heard Uncle Zhang Cong's low and vague sigh: "It's a pity, such a good word ......"

She kept an eye on it, and when she carried a stack of books in, she asked Mrs. Zhang: "Grandma, is the calligraphy and painting in Grandpa's hand given by someone else?"

"It was sent by one of his former students," Mrs. Zhang looked up and said, "He was a teacher for people and taught others for half a year, and now this student has become a fellow student, and when he heard that he was here, he came from Anhui to see him and brought him to him." ”

Zhang Zhaohua nodded, and several people moved the books to the house, and then Uncle Zhang Cong taught her two more Analects, and sent her back, and before leaving, he loaded half a osmanthus duck for her, saying that it was a special product given by others.

Zhang Zhaohua jumped towards his home, and when he arrived at the door, he was about to shout, when he saw the door of Zhang Qin's house next door open, Fang Fang came out with a pot of water, raised his eyes, and saw her at the same time.

"Fangfang," Zhang Zhaohua shouted, "Why are you going?"

"My mother asked me to go to the moxibustion tree," Fangfang was reluctant, but when she saw Zhang Zhaohua, she became happy: "Do you want to go with me?" ”

Zhang Zhaohua also knew that her family's field was close, so she agreed after a little hesitation. At this time, I heard Fangfang shouting again: "Ah Hua, you have something delicious again?"

Zhang Zhaohua was heartbroken, usually she got pastries from the grain chief, Zhang Qi and Zhang Chang's father and son didn't like to eat, Zhang Zhaohua often invited Fangfang to share, seeing her holding the pastries and gnawing like a gopher, I felt very coke.

But now that she has half a fat duck in her arms, she hasn't eaten meat for a long time, and she doesn't want to share it with a few members of her family.

"It's not a pastry," Zhang Zhaohua had no choice but to say: "It's the rice of the grain chief's family, borrowing my family's mortar to scoop it." ”

With that, she hurried into the house and placed the paper bag on the stove. By the time Wang heard the sound and came out to look, Zhang Zhaohua had already run out and went to her mulberry forest with Fangfang.

The lid of the kettle was tightly closed, and when they got under the mulberry tree, they could still hear a small bubbling sound inside. Fang Fang pointed with her hand and said, "Oh, it's those two." Dad said that there were insects under the tree, and they couldn't be cured, so my mother had to moxibustion once. ”

It is a strange custom here that if a tree is withered, senile, or moth-eaten, it should be watered with boiling water, and the leaves should be washed roughly, and after ten days and a half the tree will return to its former luxuriant state. This method is called "moxibustion tree".

Zhang Zhaohua couldn't figure out what principle was used, but she saw that this method was indeed effective, before she had a mulberry tree in her own house that died, Zhang Sheng pulled her moxibustion tree, and sure enough, after seven or eight days, the tree had a new shoot, and now it grows as well as other trees.

Zhang Zhaohua saw that Fangfang wiped her trousers on the upper of her shoes, she was wearing her brother's old clothes, large size, Zhang Qin's taught her needlework, Fangfang didn't learn by heart, Qin's didn't dismantle her clothes, let her get them herself. Fangfang was really big-hearted, so she pulled the wide clothes without moving a stitch, so angry that the Qin family asked her to do heavy work and not let her be idle for a moment.

The mulberry tree did not grow very tall, and because of the autumn, half of the leaves had fallen off, but it still made Zhang Zhaohua stop walking, only watching Fangfang step on the branches three times and five by two, and then handed her the kettle.

"You stay away," Fang Fang shouted, "be careful that I get caught in you." ”

Zhang Zhaohua took a few steps back, watched Fangfang pour a pot of water, and finally removed all the decaying branches, doing it neatly and quickly, and couldn't help but say: "Fangfang, you are so neat, Aunt Qin still thinks you are not capable enough?"

"That's," Fang Fang climbed a high branch, dangled directly from the top to the branch of another tree, caught it with both hands, and said: "My mother said that if I promise someone in the future, I will marry in the morning, and I will be driven back by my in-laws in the evening. ”

Zhang Zhaohua saw her swinging around, and couldn't help but say You be careful, as soon as she finished speaking, she heard Fangfang's "huh", and thought that she was scratched by the treetops, and hurriedly said: "Let you be careless, let's scratch now-"

"No, no," Fang Fang said, "I saw that several people went to the food chief's house, and your father also went." ”

"Oh, that's the chief of grain summoning the chief to a meeting," Zhang Zhaohua said disappreciably: "The matter of the yellow book." ”

"Collecting autumn grain," Fang Fang nodded, and suddenly saw a person, and sneered: "Widow Ma also went, I knew she was going, some of them are beautiful now, I'm afraid it's going to be troublesome again." ”

Uncle Zhang Cong is the chief of the grain and also the chief of the department, and Zhang Zhaohua only learned later that the official of the chief of grain is really much bigger.

Originally, every 10,000 or thousands of stone of grain was divided into a district, and each district had a grain chief, who was appointed by the government to fill the position of a large household with the largest amount of land in the district.

The grain chief has not said before that his field is the largest in Yongcheng including several surrounding counties, he is a real landlord, and his authority is also very large, in addition to the payment of grain, there are also measures of land in the area, the formulation of field rules, etc., for example, when a certain family is not enough grain, the grain chief can be discretionary, he can write in the yellow book that this person pays the full amount of grain.

Uncle Zhang Congshu is in charge of several county towns and surrounding villages and towns, with a total of about 6,000 households, and this number is very large in Zhang Zhaohua's opinion, but it is said that because most of the people in Dingkou in Henan are homeless people, it is far less than other places, and it is said that in the neighboring provinces of Anhui and Jiangsu, the grain chiefs are in charge of 9,000 to 10,000 households.

In addition, 14 years before Hongwu, there was no local chief, and the grain chief took on the duties of these people, taking charge of local affairs and controlling the power of village adjudication. Fourteen years later, the counties of the world compiled a yellow book of service. Take one hundred and ten as the li, in one li, the ten people who push the more grain are the lichang, and the remaining 100 households are the ten first, and each of the ten households is pushed one for the first long. The chief of the grain is also the chief of the department, and Zhang Zhaohua's father Zhang Qi knows some words, so he became the chief of A under the recommendation of the chief of grain, and took care of the affairs of the first class. In this first ten households, there happened to be a difficult horse widow.

"The widow's husband is dead, and she has no son, so a girl in the family can bring more dowry, so she naturally wants to make trouble. Zhang Zhaohua said: "A few years ago, she made a fuss about making Guantian a private field for marriage, but my father didn't agree, so she sat in front of my house with her daughter and cried, thinking that my family had done something to her." If it weren't for the words of the grain chief in the end, she would still be unwilling to accept the forty-five acres of land. ”

"Even now I am not reconciled," Fangfang laughed and said: "She has little food at home, and the grain chief still takes care of her, and the village people help her take care of the fields every year, without a word of thanks. ”

"That's not all for her daughter," Zhang Zhaohua sighed: "If it weren't for her wholeheartedly planning for her daughter, and if she was young and widowed and didn't plan to go back to Jiao, the grain chief wouldn't be so patient with her." ”

Seeing that Fangfang was still looking, Zhang Zhaohua said with a smile: "Before, she didn't want to pay the rent, the grain chief can reduce it, and her gap in the yellow book is made up by the grain chief, and this year she doesn't need it." ”