After cleaning up Cen Dalang, Cen Erniang and Lin went to the flower hall to eat arm in arm.

Cen Dalang hung his head and followed behind, introspecting himself: Why is he just not good at learning? I have to compete with my sister, and I end up asking for my own hardships. He warned himself that in the future, he must remember to speak out of his mouth and be cautious in his words and deeds in front of his mother and sister. lest they be bullied by the unscrupulous mother and daughter again, and there is no place to complain.

After Er Ye Cen educated his disciple An Sanshao, he evacuated the anger in his stomach and returned to the flower hall to dine with his family.

When the Cen family of five was enjoying lunch happily, poor An Sanshao was eating a snack and a book given by Yumo.

An Sanshao burst into tears in his heart: Mr. Jiangcai took the school to do his homework, and there were a few places where he didn't memorize it, and he was slapped a few times, and the pain was secondary, mainly because it was too embarrassing. He is sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was beaten by his husband, and he was embarrassed to say it to others.

An Sanshao, who thinks of him as personable, wise and brave, was never slapped by Mr. when he was a child. Now that he is already a showman, he was beaten by Mr. instead, doesn't it mean that the more he lives, the more he goes back! Ay! Shame, shame!

At the moment, he has to hurry up and memorize it, Mr. said, he will test him in a while, if he still has a hard time by then, he will personally send him back to Anfu today, and have a long talk with his grandfather about tea.

An Sanshao nibbled on snacks, drank tea, and thought bitterly: Now his father, the only father in the family who can speak for him, has taken An Ze and Steward Huo to the capital to do business. His mother, grandmother, and grandfather all counted on him to study and become a talent, and three years later, he was named on the gold list. They took Mr. Cen's words as if they were gods, and they wished that he would bury himself in the pile of books every day and work hard to write, so that he didn't care whether he was tired or not. If his father is still at home, he can give him a few days off and teach him to combine work and rest.

The child whose father is not around is bitter, worse than the little cabbage in the field in winter. An Sanshao raised his head forty-five degrees, sighed sadly, and focused his attention on the book again. Whisper something silently to help memorize it.

Half an hour later, Second Master Cen finished his meal and quietly walked to the window of the outer study. Through the open window, I saw An Sanshao reciting intently, while reciting and practicing calligraphy, twelve points of dedication, and bowed his head with satisfaction: The child can be taught.

At the beginning, he accepted him as a disciple, and he had the calculation of secretly making him angry for his wife and children. didn't expect An San to be a piece of jade, and he was also diligent and studious, so he was not ashamed to ask. Although his memory and comprehension are worse than those of his daughter and eldest son, he is also better than many mediocre students.

Second Master Cen comfortably stroked his beard, which had been cultivated for a long time and was carefully groomed, pondering that since An San learned from him, his whole person had changed a lot, and it could be said that he had been reborn. Not only is he no longer with those fools who tease cats and dogs, but his temperament has also precipitated, he doesn't lose his temper at every turn, and he never leaves his book all day long. has a bit of literati style and temperament.

Anyway, now that he is in the countryside, it is better to hone and carve him with a good life, with An San's qualifications and diligence, it is too difficult for him to be a first-class jinshi, but it is definitely no problem to mix with a second-class jinshi background. The An family helped the Cen family several times and cultivated him, so it should be regarded as a return to Master An's kindness.

But An San's handwriting is really far from it! It's not as good as Da Lang and Erniang's writing. After a while, even if he memorized all his homework, he had to go with him to settle down and inform Master An. Let him keep an eye on An San to practice calligraphy. It is said that words are like people, if you can't even write words, how can you let the examiner appreciate your talent!

Second Master Cen made up his mind to go to An's house today, and went to Master An to give An Sanshao eye medicine. He retreated silently. A few days ago, he visited farmers with his daughter, and the farming experience and knowledge of raising crops that he asked about have not yet been compiled into a book.

This is a big project, and it will take time and effort to build it.

Second Master Cen walked to the inner study and decided to sort out and summarize the knowledge asked from the old farmer's mouth and make a book of agriculture. Life is full of learning. Since Master Bu Operator instructed him to work together to assist his daughter in farming, he naturally had to make a difference and help his daughter.

It was almost midsummer, and he had to write out the agricultural books as much as he could, so that his daughter could refer to them and learn from them. When he wrote the agricultural book, the few hectares of paddy fields outside Cen's house were just right for his daughter to practice.

Anping Town has a pleasant climate, abundant sunlight and water, and farmers around the town grow rice for two seasons. He had gone out with his daughter to see that the ears of the first crop of rice had grown, and although the grains were still green and flat, they could ripen around the beginning of autumn and turn into golden and full grains.

When the farmers cut off the top ears with a sickle, the seedlings left in the paddy fields will continue to grow until around mid-autumn, when they will grow new, golden ears. In the past, their family was in Hong'an Mansion, but they had never heard of or seen this kind of planting method. I don't know if it can increase the yield of rice, as those farmers say.

It is a pity that among the two counties of Rongzhou, Qing'an County and Lin'an County, only Anping Town has a unique topography and climate, which can enable farmers to produce two crops of rice a year. Even the mountain villages around the town are mostly undulating barren mountainous areas, with few fertile flat lands and paddy fields, and the vast majority of farmers are busy for a year, and the harvest is very small.

If his daughter can integrate the agricultural books left by the master of fortune telling, combined with the farming experience of these senior farmers he sorted out, improve the yield of mountain farmland, so that the farmers in the mountains can also have enough to eat, he will be satisfied.

As for the farmers who benefited the whole scenery as the master of the fortune operator, this goal is too ambitious, so just listen to it. He doesn't want his daughter to run around with a big scene, just to teach and help people farm. Where is the delicate girl, who spends all day with farmland, crops, and farmers!

In the inner study, Second Master Cen first piled up the papers he had memorized the fragments of experience a few days ago into a stack in chronological order, and memorized them one by one, and then took out a stack of snow-white rice paper, picked up the pen and wrote while recalling, completely immersed in his own world.

On the other side, Cen Erniang was also frowning in the small study in the back yard, holding a wolf pen in her hand, dipping it in pine smoke ink, and writing a letter to Yang Peng. She first asked a few words about Yang Peng's homework, and told him to guard against arrogance and rashness, study quietly, and not slacken.

Then she couldn't help but write a few more pages, complaining about the unreliability of the new master she worshipped. Just leave her alone, she may be poisoned and tortured in the future, and she can bear it. But when he was there, he stared at her every day to drink medicine, and when he left, he asked Lin to urge her to drink medicine instead of him. She really can't bear this!

Cen Erniang is not unaware of her body, she is also familiar with medical science, and she has been drinking medicine for more than two months, it stands to reason that she has already recovered her body that was frostbitten by the glacier before, and she no longer needs to be tortured by bitter medicine.

But her master prescribed her more bitter, general conditioning medicines, which could have been drunk or not, but the bad old man told Lin to let her drink them day and night, never stopping, and he couldn't wait to kill her. She wants to vomit every day when she smells the medicine, and often starts vomiting before she finishes drinking a bowl of medicine. But even if she vomited, there was another bowl full of medicine waiting for her.

Cen Erniang wrote in the letter: Her master clearly tossed her, because she didn't believe what he said about feng shui fate, and that hateful old man with a small belly and chicken intestines tortured her like this!

The bad old man left, and told the Lin family to supervise her to drink the medicine, saying that according to the prescription he left, she would drink it for another month! She was a good able-bodied girl, but she was turned into a jar of medicine by that hateful old man. Now her body is full of the smell of medicine, and sometimes she can't help but feel sick to her stomach when she smells it.

In the end, Cen Erniang finished complaining, and asked Yang Peng Libai and Shuying how they were doing, but they were okay? Let Yang Peng reply to her after seeing the letter. (To be continued.) )

PS: It's approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, I'm too busy, I may not be able to update it on time recently, so be considerate of you. But no matter how busy I am, I will insist on two shifts a day!