The north wind was blowing outside, and the night was exceptionally cold.

After his mother Chen cleaned up the dining table after dinner, she returned to the bedroom a little absent-mindedly, and the footwashing water that Zhu's father had mixed for Chen put it at her feet, and Chen almost knocked over the footbath when she washed her feet.

"Our family is not short of money, and it is also possible to lend some to the eldest brother, and the eldest brother said that he would pay it back." Zhu's father thought that the Chen family was distressed about the ten taels of silver that he lent to his eldest brother Zhu Shouren in the evening, so he couldn't help but comfort him.

"Then I don't know what about the Year of the Monkey." Chen pursed his lips, "I didn't point to your eldest brother being able to repay the money." Jun'er also grew up under my watch, and if you say goodbye to Jun'er, we should give some money. ”

Father Zhu laughed when he heard this, he also knew his eldest brother's temperament, and he didn't mean to repay the money he borrowed in private the first few times, let alone pay it back, and his eldest brother didn't mention the matter of borrowing money.

"His father, in the blink of an eye, Jun'er said kiss, do you say that our family should also say kiss" Chen hurriedly washed his feet, then looked at Zhu's father, and asked with sparkling eyes.

"Don't worry, Jun'er is a year older than Yan'er, and besides, Yan'er is about to go to the Jingshi exam, don't let him be distracted."

Only then did Zhu's father know that Chen's absent-mindedness was not because of borrowing money, but for the sake of Yu'er's family. After listening to Chen's words, Zhu's father thought for a while, then shook his head, and then bent down to bring Chen's foot-washing water to him, took off his shoes, and washed his feet with Chen's foot-washing water.

"Also, Yu'er is about to go to Beijing to take the exam, so I've only been home for a few days."

Chen thought that Zhu Ping'an was about to go to the feet of the Son of Heaven to take the exam, and it would be bad if it affected the exam, so Chen temporarily suppressed the idea of saying goodbye to Zhu Ping'an.

In another room, Zhu Ping'an didn't know that he was almost kissed, and Zhu Ping'an was sitting at the desk by the window at this time. By the light of the oil lamp, he was flipping through the books he had borrowed from the rich man Li's house, reading and copying for a while, and when his hands were cold and unbearable, he put his hands in his sleeves to warm them up for a while, and then picked up the pen and continued to copy.

At the beginning, Zhu Ping'an really used Baguwen as a tool for entering the imperial examination, which was originally a completely critical attitude. After reading a lot and reading a lot, Zhu Ping'an slowly read his admiration and admiration from the Bagu text.

Baguwen does not have the style of Song Ci and the heroic atmosphere of Tang poetry, but it has a unique and meticulous thinking, and it can also be magnificent. It can also be fresh and elegant, but also can be brilliant and colorful, even if it is limited to the strict eight-strand format, in fact, it also leaves room for innovation and difference for truly knowledgeable and talented people.

The most important thing is that this is also the ladder for the children of the poor to advance, and there is the joy of the title of the gold list after the cold roll of the green lantern.

After Zhu Ping'an finished copying an eight-strand model essay. I studied it carefully, checked its ideas and writing with the eight-strand text I had written according to the title several times, took its essence, found the shortcomings, and gained a lot for a while.

After reading this eight-strand article, Zhu Ping'an picked up the pen and wrote a new eight-strand article, and the oil lamp suddenly went out halfway through the writing.

The windows were closed and no wind could blow in. But the oil lamp went out suddenly.

At this moment, it was quiet outside in the dead of night, and the sound of the wind blowing was like a ghost's cry.

Could it be said?

Zhu Ping'an holds the oil lamp. A physical meal

"Alas"

I only heard a sigh floating quietly in the room at this time.

"The lamp is out of gas again."

Zhu Ping'an was stunned and sighed, he noticed that there was not much oil in the oil lamp a few days ago, but he forgot to add it, and the oil ran out at the moment. But the thoughts are springing, and the eight-strand essay is only half written. It's like a man and a woman doing something very interesting, halfway through and being choked.

As a last resort, Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to put on another thick dress. Carrying the oil lamp, he pushed open the door and headed towards the stove room. Mother Chen put all the lamp oil in the stove room, and she had to go to the stove room to refuel.

Outside, in the dead of night, the moonlight was cold, and I could barely see under my feet.

Zhu Ping'an entered the stove room, lit the oil lamp in the stove room with flint, and then added oil to his oil lamp with the light, then lit the fire, and then blew out the oil lamp in the stove room.

Zhu Ping'an carried the oil lamp out of the door of the stove room, and saw a black shadow standing at the door, where it appeared very abruptly in the moonlight.

Zhu Ping'an almost didn't throw the oil lamp in his hand to the ground.

"Hello, it's you, I thought there was a thief in the house. Why don't you sleep yet? Zhu's father's voice came.

Dad, don't you know that this will scare people?

Zhu Ping'an looked at his father with a resentful face, shook the oil lamp in his hand and said, "Dad, the oil lamp in my son's room ran out of oil just now, so I came over to add some oil." ”

"It's almost time, stop reading and go to sleep." The door of the main room was pushed open, and the mother, Chen, yawned and stood in the doorway.

"Well, I know my mother, I'll go to sleep." Zhu Ping'an responded.

Zhu's father and Chen went back to the room to rest one after another, Zhu Ping'an carried the oil lamp into the bedroom, put the oil lamp on the table, sat at the table and continued to write down the eight strands that he had not finished.

Wait until the next morning, when Chen got out of bed, he found through the window that Zhu Ping'an, who slept late last night, was sitting in front of the big stone in the yard practicing calligraphy at the moment, and couldn't help but feel distressed, why did this stupid kid get up so early, did he sleep well last night.

Yan'er studied so hard, she really didn't want to bother him anymore, so Chen put down the idea of saying goodbye to Zhu Ping'an.

"Father, go and catch one of the old hens in the chicken coop and kill them to make soup and drink." Chen stood in front of the window and turned his head to say to Zhu's father, who was getting up.

"Didn't Lao Zhang's family just send a processed rooster yesterday?" Father Zhu said to Chen while putting on his shoes.

"How can the rooster be made up by our old hen, I see that Yu'er got up so early again, I don't know when I slept last night, I have to make up for him." Chen looked at Zhu Ping'an, who was working hard outside the window, and said distressedly.

"As long as you don't feel distressed." Father Zhu smiled.

"If you want to kill, you can kill, there are so many words, isn't it a big man!" Chen glared at Father Zhu vigorously and said.

"Whether I'm a big man or not, you don't know yet," Father Zhu muttered with a pun.

"What are you talking about!"

Before he finished speaking, he was twisted on Zhu's father's arm with a red face.

Father Zhu didn't cry out in pain, grinning and smirking.

"What a laugh, pour the night pot!" Chen glared at Zhu's father with a red face, twisted his head, and went out to cook.

Zhu Ping'an was practicing calligraphy on the stone, and suddenly heard a burst of chickens flying and dogs jumping in the chicken coop in the yard, and turned his head to see a few chicken feathers on the top of Zhu's father's head, grabbing an old hen, and muttering about chicks and chicks in his mouth, don't be weird, and then go down with a clean knife, pluck the chicken feathers with hot water, disembowel and break the belly in one go, and then carry the white chicken to the stove room to ask Chen's for credit

At first glance, it was my mother who was going to add food to herself.

If you have a family like this, what more can you ask for.

Zhu Ping'an only felt that his whole body was full of strength, and it was like flowing water, and it was very smooth. (To be continued) >