Before class the next day, Mu Fushu took the time to give two sets of ** to San Lang. Saburo took the clothes very calmly, and clearly heard his heart "thump". The eldest lady was so kind to him that she made him clothes again. Forget about the jacket, what's going on with this dress? Is it close-fitting? He rummaged through the room for a long time, until Ah Zhu came to call him to class, folded his clothes and solemnly placed them in the depths of the closet.

Mu Fushu regretted agreeing to come to class. Yang Weng did not teach the "Three Character Classic", he talked about the "Book of Songs: The East is not clear". The full text is: The East is not clear, and the clothes are reversed. Turn it upside down, call it from the public. The East is not dawning, and the clothes are reversed. If it is reversed, it will be ordered by the public. Fold the willow Fan Garden, the madman Qu Qu. If you can't stay overnight, you can't sleep hard.

Mu Fushu was not interested in the Book of Songs. She was forced by her grandmother to memorize it, and she read through the whole paraphrase. It's because her grandmother forced her to learn it, and she doesn't like it very much. She hates that others force her to do things she doesn't like, she hates that her life is controlled by others, even if her grandmother is to cultivate her temperament and improve her cultivation, she still hates it.

So when she read the Book of Songs, she thought it was an ancient folk romance poem; "Chu Ci" is also a romantic romance poem; They are all obscure and obscene psychological activities of the ancients. As for the Analects, well, although it's not romance, she's just as uninterested.

Therefore, even if Mu Fushu was forced to memorize a lot of poems and songs, she could only be regarded as half a literary young woman, because she didn't like it.

The interpretation of "The Book of Songs: The East is Unknown" is: The East has not yet shown the dawn, and the clothes and pants are worn upside down. Clothes for pants, trousers for clothes, and the public calls me to be anxious. The morning light has not yet appeared in the east, and the clothes and pants are worn upside down. Trousers make clothes, clothes make pants, and the public call terrifies me. Folding down the wicker fence, the madman stared at him and was really strong. There is no distinction between day and night, and it is not early or late.

Yang Weng first explained word by word, and suddenly called Mu Fushu, who was too empty, and asked her how she felt after reading Dongfang Weiming.

Mu Fushu knew that the whole article was about the painful life of slaves who were forced to serve hard labor under the cruel exploitation and oppression of slave owners, exposing the class contradictions in society at that time and the brutality of the ruling class, telling the pain of slaves being oppressed, and reflecting the resentment and resistance of the slave class. Yang Weng asked her how she felt, and she blurted out: "The foolish people are ignorant, the ruling class is so small, and there are so many slaves at the bottom, if we can unite as one, why can't we overthrow the aristocracy?" ”

What she wanted to say was that the ruling class had no guns or cannons, no weapons of mass destruction, and if the slaves were united, they would drown the nobles with a single spit. It is a pity that the ancients were ignorant, believing that slaves were born to be enslaved, and had the heart to resist but did not have the courage. It's like now that they still think that the emperors are "God-granted", and they have no idea of overthrowing the ruling class at all...... Well, she seems to be overthinking......

Yang Weng seemed surprised by her answer, and was stunned for a while before saying, "Auntie, are you saying that nobles should not enslave slaves?" They're slaves. ”

Mu Fushu felt a headache. As a Bai Fumei who has crossed over from a democratic society, can she explain to him what democracy is and what equality is? Although she was a privileged class in her previous life, she also had to pay for her life when she killed someone! If she said it directly, she was afraid that she would not be burned to death fast enough!

Yang Weng was still waiting for Mu Fushu to answer.

Helpless, Mu Fushu muttered in a low voice: "What kind of prince will Xiangning?" ”

This sentence comes from "Historical Records of the Chen Shi Family", which means "Are those who are princes and generals natural?" ”。 Assertion of power and nobility is not innate, let alone the exclusive domain of the aristocracy, and ordinary people can also fight hard to recruit the rebels. This is the famous Chen Sheng Wu Guang uprising.

Yang Weng was speechless when he heard this, and San Lang also looked at Mu Fushu in surprise. Only Ah Zhu didn't understand, look at Sister A, look at Mr. and then look at Brother Saburo, and finally decided to practice calligraphy by himself.

Yang Weng did not continue to preach the Book of Poetry. He took a Wei tablet script and asked Mu Fushu to copy it, and arranged an article for San Lang to write, and finally took the three-character scripture and asked Ah Zhu to read it by his side. Ah Zhu has already learned a little half, Mu Fushu taught him to explain to him on his back, so Mu Fushu listened to Ah Zhu explain to Yang Weng in a low voice who Xiang Jiuling's incense is, and who Rong is the four-year-old Rong.

Mu Fushu could still hear the voice of a pig at first, but then the more he wrote, the smoother it became, and he forgot to hide it. Because although this Wei tablet paste has been in the past, but it is not as imposing and dignified as the words in this book, and I will forget about it, and I will not react until Yang Weng picks up the words she wrote, and the eyeballs that are almost out of the sockets when I look at it.

Yang Weng was completely shocked.

Even if she thought that the eldest lady was born extraordinary at first, but she grew up with Mu Zhongjun and the Lin family and did not receive a systematic education, even if she had some knowledge, it was impossible to be proficient in everything. People who are "born to know" are only in legends.

Mu Fushu was just stunned for a moment, and said calmly: "I started practicing calligraphy at the age of three, and I don't stop every day. She said without any burden: "I don't have any paper, so I use a brush dipped in water to write on the slate, and I have to write a bald pen every month." ”

Saburo remembered that he was indeed practicing calligraphy when he saw her by the river, and couldn't help but nod appreciatively.

Yang Weng breathed a sigh of relief. How difficult it is for an eight-year-old girl to practice calligraphy at the age of three, never stop every day, and write a bald pen in January. His gaze swept over Saburo, and he felt that he was still too generous to Saburo.

Saburo's scalp tightened, and he felt as if something bad was about to happen......

The first day of class was spent in a separate and systematic study for the three of them, except for the beginning of "The East is Unknown". The future courses are all taught by Yang Weng, Ah Zhu focuses on the "Three Character Classic", Mu Fushu is a study of words, San Lang learns more miscellaneous, and the schoolwork is also heavy. Mu Fushu saw that his books included "University", "Analects", and "The Mean...... It hurts her brain. She thinks that she should just write, write, embroider, and embroider.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the first snow melted not long after, the second snow came again, this time it was close to the New Year, Mu Fushu saw Lin making maltose at home, only to know that there were still ten days to go is Chinese New Year's Eve.

This was Mu Fushu's first year in ancient times. At this time, there are not so many rules, but there are couplets for dust removal and blessing stickers. On the twentieth day of the lunar month, many villagers came to the door, of course, they came to find Yang Weng, because his handwriting was good, and he wrote couplets and blessing characters. Yang Weng did not refuse to come, and all the requirements were met. The villagers were not empty-handed, and took eggs, vegetables and other things in exchange. Ah Zhu, San Lang, and Mu Fushu helped cut red paper, and it was lively for several days.

On the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, someone in the village killed the New Year's pig, Mu Zhongjun bought a lot of meat and came back, Lin cooked some and pickled some more, and the rest of Mu Fushu wanted to make sausages, but Lin wouldn't. Now that Yang Weng lives at home, she is not very easy to get ahead, but when she thinks of French sausages and bacon, she still thinks she should give it a try. Although she has some stock in her space, there is always a day when she runs out of food. Fortunately, Lin is still very experienced in making food, and he actually made sausages in the absence of seasonings! Mu Fushu hung the stuffed sausage in the kitchen and smoked it slowly, hoping to eat it in the first half of the month.

On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, Mu Fushu suddenly remembered paper-cutting. In the past, she had learned some simple ones, such as double happiness or something, and she didn't try to try the more complex ones. There were video tutorials in the space, and she spent half a night learning more than 20 kinds of complex ones, and the next day she asked Lin for a red paper to cut it with great interest. Lin was just joking with her, and when she saw the finished product, she exclaimed: "Auntie is really smart!" "I was reluctant to stick it on the doors and windows. In the end, it was mostly posted in the house. Saburo also got two, one for a magpie climbing a branch and the other for a fish every year. He solemnly pasted it on the wardrobe and the kang cabinet.

Yang Weng didn't react to the handicrafts made by Mu Fushu, he thought it was normal for women to be popular. Therefore, for Mu Fushu's paper-cut works, I only admired her skillful hands, and forgot about them.

On the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Mu Fushu did not go into the kitchen to help, and she did not have a high stove now, so she did not go to make trouble. Lin and Mu Zhongjun were also reluctant to let her work. It was Saburo who helped Lin carry water and wash vegetables, and he was so busy that he was sweating.

Mu Zhongjun boiled a large pot of water, and Chinese New Year's Eve was to take a bath and change new clothes, intending to welcome the New Year cleanly. Mu Fushu only has a little meaning of water, and she is used to taking a bath in the space.

When Mu Fushu found himself taller after taking a bath and blowing his hair, he had flesh on his body, and his face was ruddy and delicate, and the little Lori in the mirror was not the same person at all as the lady with yellow face and dry hair a few months ago.

She thought about it carefully, it had been snowing since she moved to a new house, and she had little contact with the people in the village except for Yang Weng and San Lang. And she always felt that Mu Zhongjun and the Lin family subconsciously locked her up at home, and even Yang Weng didn't want her to go outside. Maybe it's because of her delicate looks.

There is no human rights in feudal society, and if any rich and powerful person takes a fancy to her, he can buy her as long as he throws away a few taels of silver. She could have taken out the weapons in the space to resist, or simply turned into a living person and hid in the space, but what about afterwards? Hide in space for the rest of your life? That's completely unrealistic! I thought of Saburo again, well, it seems that it is still popular to play with prostitutes, Saburo is so exquisite, it is also dangerous if someone takes a fancy to him. It seems that she not only has to protect herself, but also protects Saburo! Shake your claws in front of the mirror: Come on, auntie! San Lang's chastity and depend on you!

When he came out of the shower, Mu Fushu blew his hair half-dry, and it was too eye-catching. The pig had finished washing and was jumping around the hall. Classes were suspended on the twenty-eighth, Mu Zhongjun and the village chief's family bought some firecrackers when they bought New Year's goods in the city together, and Ah Zhu was eager to persuade Daddy to let him put it. Mu Zhongjun agreed, but Lin refused, she had seen someone whose hand was blown off by firecrackers before, that scene ...... It's horrible.

The Chinese New Year's Eve meal had fish, meat and wine, although in Mu Fushu's opinion, the cloudy rice wine-like thing and the taste like rice wine could not be called wine at all. Mu Zhongjun and Yang Weng both fell up, and San Lang also poured some. Mu Fushu dipped a little bit in Mu Zhongjun's bowl with chopsticks and tasted it, it was sweeter than white wine and bitterer than rice wine, is this really wine...... Well, maybe Mu Zhongjun is reluctant to buy good wine, or maybe there is no good wine to sell in this place.

Mu Fushu drank a bowl of chicken soup and ate a small half bowl of rice. Saburo had been eating with her for a long time, and noticed that her meal was very small, but her face was not bad, so he thought that women had such a small appetite, until one day he saw the eldest lady "really" eating, and he knew that he had been completely deceived.

Children can't sit still, especially when adults are drinking and blowing nonsense. Even Mu Fushu, who has a thirty-year-old inner core, couldn't bear it, and went out of the hospital with Zhu Saburo. Their house is close to the foot of the mountain, and the rest of the villagers are farther away. The nearest Siniang's house is two or three hundred meters away from her house.

A pig and Siniang's son Xiaohe played well, today Xiaohe invited him to his house to set off firecrackers, he refused, saying that he also has it, Xiaohe and he agreed to put it together at that time, to see whose family put it for a long time. Therefore, Ah Zhu stood at the door early, waiting for the sound of firecrackers from Xiaohe's house, and he also asked Daddy to release it.

Ah Zhu was busy taking out the firecrackers, Mu Fushu had seen them, these firecrackers were very similar to the modern two kicks, which were longer than the two kicks. San Lang saw her looking at the firecrackers with interest, for fear that she would also release them, so he said softly: "This firecracker is still better for adults, and children are easy to blow up." ”

Mu Fushu glanced at him with a strange expression. Well, he said what he wanted to say. The thirty-year-old weird aunt has become a child, and it is still difficult to adapt for a few months.

After moving the firecrackers, Ah Zhu moved a small bench and sat down, waiting intently for the sound of firecrackers in Xiaohe's house. Mu Fushu smiled and said: "The firecrackers will be released in the middle of the night, and it's still early." You go to sleep first, and Sister Ah told you to get up before the child. ”

Ah Zhu was indeed sleepy, and it was almost midnight at this time, that is, at nine o'clock in the evening. But for the sake of firecrackers, he still held on: "A pig is not sleepy." ”

Mu Fushu has always been tolerant of children, so he let him go. I just stood for a while and felt a little cold, and turned around and went back to the house. San Lang couldn't leave Ah Zhu alone, so he had to stay with him.

Lin makes wontons in the kitchen. Northerners eat dumplings for the New Year, and the south eats wontons. Lin called wontons "soup cakes", and noodles are also "soup cakes". Mu Fushu was a little confused. At this time, the Shu people don't eat much pasta, and noodles are rare, I don't know why. Mu Fushu also saw wontons for the first time today.

Mu Fushu followed the Lin family to learn to make wontons. Lin's wrapping method is different from the modern one, she wraps the filling and folds it diagonally into a triangle, and then dips the two sides in water and overlaps them, which looks a bit like a hat. Lin said it was an "official hat soup cake". Mu Fushu said that he had learned, and he was very proficient after trying to wrap a few.

The wontons are wrapped, and it's just the end of the day. Yang Weng and Mu Zhongjun were still drinking. The dish has been heated three times. Ah Zhu finally couldn't hold it anymore and was carried back to the room by Saburo to sleep.

Mu Fushu and Lin were guarding the stove in the kitchen and doing needlework. Lin's needlework is really good, Mu Fushu is very willing to learn, she likes a beautiful thing, and the things she embroiders herself have a sense of achievement. So the two of them taught and learned, and time flew by.

The firecrackers at Siniang's house went off, and the sound was very loud. Then the firecrackers in many people's homes also sounded, and Ah Zhu didn't know when he woke up, and shouted loudly at the door. Mu Zhongjun drank a lot of wine but was not drunk, and ran to the door to set off firecrackers.

Lin put down the wontons and waited for Mu Zhongjun to come back after the firecrackers to eat together. Ah Zhu shouted excitedly: "Sister, sister, Xiaohe's firecrackers are still being released in our house!" ”

Mu Fushu glanced at him and said, "Our family is later than his." ”

Ah Zhu was silent, and soon his attention was diverted by the wonton, and he helped Lin take the dishes and chopsticks and ran to call Yang Weng who went back to the room to rest.

Mu Fushu and Lin had just finished serving six bowls of wontons, and Ah Zhu ran over in a panic: "Sister and Auntie, Mr. is sick." ”