Mu Fushu felt that San Lang was a little strange recently. Yang Weng still goes to class for half a day every day, but San Lang is in the study all day and night, except for eating, there is almost no one at other times. Of course, he would still walk around the courtyard with Mu Fushu and talk for a while at night, but what kind of trouble did he make like this? Do you really want to take the imperial examination?

After feeding on this day, Mu Fushu and San Lang went to the courtyard to eat. After walking a few laps, Mu Fushu cleared his throat and asked San Lang: "You have been working so hard recently, are you planning to take the children's exam?" ”

San Lang was a little surprised, shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Then why are you in the study all day long?"

Saburo pursed his lips as if he was engaged in a psychological struggle. In the end, he blushed and said: "Uncle was not in good health before, and I was also busy working, so I didn't learn much, but now I have time, and Uncle is in good health, so I want to learn more......"

Mu Fu was stunned. Before Yang Weng taught Saburo to teach not much, he fished for three days and dried nets for two days. Saburo is a good and motivated child, and now he has food, clothing and time, of course he is willing to learn more knowledge. It turns out that the most lazy is himself, who has been eating and waiting for death.

Mu Fushu felt a little guilty, and his actions were also a little embarrassed: "Then you study hard, I will go to class when I have time." ”

San Lang found a refugee who had passed the children's examination to be a scholar among the refugees, a fifteen-year-old boy named Lin Wangxia. In the past, the family conditions were good, and a small shop was opened, but unfortunately after the drought, there was a small-scale riot, and the shops at home were looted. Now his father works as a shopkeeper in a furniture store, and his mother helps in the needlework room.

Mu Fushu and San Lang sweated profusely after a few laps around the yard. This weather is really the rhythm of drought, not only did not have a drop of rain, but it was also hot like a steamer, Mu Fushu secretly took a thermometer to measure, the highest temperature during the day was actually thirty-five degrees, which was almost unwilling to be high temperature in ancient times, and it was the rhythm of the hot death! Fortunately, there is still water in the river next to Linjia Village, and the waterwheel is also good, and the rice has finally survived, and it will be harvested in more than a month. It's a pity that this year's annual situation is too poor after all, and there is no rain and only a little water in the river, which is doomed to a bumper rice harvest.

Ah Zhu took his little follower Meng Tao to be naughty in the yard. The two discussed climbing the tree and digging out the bird's nest, muttering that they thought it was very quiet, but in fact, they were all listened to by Mu Fushu and San Lang.

San Lang sighed lightly, looked at Ah Zhu with some envy, and seemed to say to himself: "When I was as big as Ah Zhu, I also took out a bird's nest, sometimes I would dig out a bird's egg, go back and cook it and eat it with Uncle, Uncle always told me to eat, in fact, I know how to count, he didn't eat at all......"

The voice was getting lower and lower, and Mu Fushu's nose was a little sour. San Lang and Yang Weng are not father and son, but they have a deep relationship, but what about themselves? When I was six years old, I went to kindergarten, and the nanny picked her up all day, and it was rare to see my parents and sister, because they often went back to travel and vacation, leaving her alone in an empty villa. Mu Fushu doesn't remember how old he was because he once had a thought: having parents is equal to nothing, it's better not to have it at all! Later, it was gone. At that time, Mu Fushu was not very sad, but after all, there was a piece missing in his heart, empty, and he was still so empty at the age of thirty.

I wonder when that empty space seems to have been filled? Mu Fushu stroked his chest, his eyes blurred. I've been in this world for almost a year, and I've changed a lot. She rarely thinks about the past, and if she has the opportunity to go back, she is very reluctant. The air in this world is fresh and clean, there is no sinister heart, this body has parents and younger brothers, and San Lang...... She clenched her fists: Absolutely never go back! Sister has space, as long as sister is willing, she can live as the king!

Mu Fushu was resurrected from his heart, and when he looked back and saw that San Lang was still immersed in his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. What a pitiful child! Since he was five or six years old, he had to support not only himself but also Yang Weng, which was really difficult for him. Fortunately, he has himself now, as long as he has his own bowl of food, he will not be hungry. If it weren't for the younger brother Ah Zhu, she would still want to recognize him as her brother...... Mu Fushu frowned, I don't know why he was so repulsive to recognize him as his brother? Well, probably because I'm so much older than him psychologically, I'm sorry!

Mu Fushu stood on tiptoe and patted Saburo's shoulder, and said crisply: "I learned a new bamboo embroidery method yesterday, and I will embroider a new purse for you tomorrow." ”

Saburo nodded violently. Recently, the eldest lady embroidered several purses for herself, all of which are green bamboos with different styles, and there are always all kinds of gadgets in the purse, such as transparent small beads (glass marbles), jade bamboo and jade pendants (famous in later generations), delicate gold and silver animals (zodiac gold and silver medals), ......

Ah Zhu wanted to lose his temper when he saw it, and the eldest mother embroidered a little pig for him. The eldest lady also said to herself, San Lang, you are handsome and elegant, tall as a bamboo, and you will only embroider green bamboo in the future...... San Lang didn't ask where the little things that the eldest mother gave herself came from, but hung the green bamboo and jade pendant close to his body, the small beads and gold and silver medals were hidden, and there was only a small golden dragon in the purse, because he belonged to the dragon, and the eldest mother belonged to the chicken, he heard the old man say that this is the dragon and phoenix Chengxiang......

Thinking of this, San Lang smiled and squinted, and pulled Mu Fushu to go to Ah Zhu: "Ah Zhu, did you take out that bird's nest?" Do you want Brother Saburo to help you......"

Of course, the bird's nest was taken down, but unfortunately it was empty. In order to make Ah Zhu not so depressed, Mu Fushu told him a story of "the dove occupies the magpie's nest", but as soon as the story is over, Ah Zhu glanced at the purse on San Lang's waist, said loudly "The dove occupies the magpie's nest", turned around and walked away arrogantly.

Mu Fushu and San Lang looked at each other and laughed out loud. San Lang said softly: "Ah Zhu is very smart, and he still has some potential in reading." Uncle said that he would teach Ah Zhu with all his heart, and he would not let him be wasted. ”

Mu Fushu sighed: "Reading is reasonable, I just want him to be an upright person in the future, this world is not good, don't think about being an official." ”

San Lang stopped and looked at Mu Fushu in surprise: "Although I don't study to be an official, it's because I have a hard time." Ah Zhu is different, if he is willing to test for fame in the future, don't you want him to go? ”

Mu Fushu thought for a while: "I respect his wishes, but I don't support them." You must know that being an official in troubled times is a terrible thing, and you may even lose your life at any time. ”

"Don't you want him to be a good official, change the officials to rule the Qingming and save the people?"

"What about saving the people?" Mu Fushu snorted coldly: "There are so many people in the world, when will they be saved?" Even if he is the champion in the examination, he has to start from the seventh grade, and like the Wenxian Order, he can only ensure the temporary stability of Mengyang City. I can't even help myself to give porridge, and I have to sneak around, which shows how chaotic this official is, how ridiculous the officials are! ”

San Lang was stunned, not understanding why Mu Fushu was so excited.

In fact, Mu Fushu's excitement is because she grew up in a modern society after all, and she has never seen the tragic situation of refugees starving and half dying. Knowing that the county government has grain and the officials are unwilling to open a warehouse, in the end, they have to be ordered by the county to secretly risk their lives to give a little thin porridge, and they can't eat enough and starve to death, which is really unacceptable! What's the difference between this and taking human life in a careless way? Although people in this era can be bought and sold as slaves and maids, it is really shocking to see people starving to death in front of them, and they can't complain that they are so resentful.

San Lang lowered his head and thought carefully about Mu Fushu's words, feeling that it was wrong, and he couldn't say what was wrong. He has always felt that the eldest mother is different, a nine-year-old little girl, who knows so much, Yang Weng has always treated her as an adult. Don't you have respect for her? Recently, I have been studying hard so that I can understand more, to catch up with the eldest mother, and to be worthy of the eldest mother.

Mu Fushu looked at the starry sky. This era is good, the air is fresh and the sky is high. During the day, you can see the sky high and the clouds are light, and at night you can see the moon and stars shining. The food is not polluted, and the people around are all honest people. Living like this day by day, I feel very hopeful.

"San Lang." Mu Fushu suddenly said very emotionally: "Let's keep going like this, okay?" We're a family, we've always been together. ”

"Good!" Saburo's voice trembled a little. The eldest lady regards herself as his family, which shows that she is affectionate to herself. The eldest mother is still young, and sometimes she feels a little ashamed to have such exclusive feelings for a little girl, but Uncle said that if you decide it, you must protect it, and you won't regret it for a while.

Mu Fushu pulled San Lang on a wooden chair half-lying in the courtyard, and the two of them looked at the starry sky together. Mu Fushu sighed. It turns out that the moon and the stars are the same regardless of whether the time goes forward or backward, and the constellations do not change at all.

"Look, that's the Cowherd and Vega," Mu Fushu came up with interest, pointing to the constellations in the night sky. On an early summer night, the Cowherd and Vega are not very clear, but they can still see clearly. She muttered: "To the east of Vega, a white cloud like a cloud, intermittently across the sky from north to south, this is the Milky Way, also called the Heavenly River. To the southeast of the Tianhe River, there are three stars lined up in a straight line. The middle one is very bright, and the light on both sides is weak, and it seems to be exactly the same distance from the middle one. The three stars are connected in a straight line, like a long rod with equal arms. These three stars are called the balance star, also known as the burden star. The largest and brightest one in the middle is the Cowherd Star, also known as the Morning Glory Star. ”

Saburo listened carefully and didn't ask why the eldest lady knew. Carefully identify the constellations that the eldest mother said. Mu Fushu then gave him the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in this era is called the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl, which first came out of the "Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Dadong": There is a Han in the sky, and there is also light in the prison. Qibi Weaver Girl, seven Xiang all day long. Although it is seven, it is not a newspaper. Morning glory, not to report the box.

When Mu Fushu told the story, he told the story eloquently, vividly reflecting the love of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and the ruthlessness of the Queen Mother. San Lang listened with envy and resentment, and finally asked, "What about their children?" ”

"The child follows the cowherd." Mu Fushu breathed a sigh of relief: "The cowherd will always be good to them, their own children!" ”

Saburo seemed to be a little puzzled: "Will fathers be good to their children?" ”

Mu Fushu was silent for a long time, and said in a low tone: "Not necessarily. People's hearts are biased, and not all parents will love their children. "Just like my parents. Mu Fushu added a sentence in his heart.

Both of them aroused the wounds in their hearts and fell silent together.

………………………………………… I'm the sad dividing line.................. The collection is so poor, is Qing Shui's text too clear? Sang heart, what's the matter......