There is no paper, you can use a desktop instead. If there is no ink, it can be replaced with water. There is no pen, you can use your finger instead. But the little fat man is finding more and more that the only thing he doesn't want to be replaced is: going to the toilet.

In this era, there is no toilet paper. The place where the toilet paper is placed is replaced by a long bamboo skewer. Please note that it is a handful.

Actually, if you think about it, you can understand it. Do you use a toothpick that someone else washes and then picks your teeth?

The answer is clearly no.

Like toothpicks, toilet chips are disposable.

Therefore, used toilet chips can only be thrown away. Washing and reusing it is completely unscrutinizing. The benefits of using bamboo are also obvious, using local materials, cutting one casually, and the whole family can need a toilet for half a year.

In this way, making toothpicks and toilet chips are obviously a craft.

All right. Since it is a craft, naturally some people are proficient and some people are not. So, the mother who can't lift her hands and can't carry her shoulders is in the group that she is not proficient in.

So here's the problem.

Every time I use a bamboo skewer shaped like a fishbone spur or a jagged sword, I scrape it around on the tender buttocks, and you can imagine the feeling. What's more, there is no possibility that practice makes perfect in this painful experience.

Because the serration or needle punching of each bamboo skewer is completely different, whether it is long or small, or the growth angle.

Do you have to chrysanthemum remnants and bruises every time you go to the toilet?

The little fat man decides to challenge the limits of humanity once again.

During this period, the toilet was often connected to the pigsty. A part of the fence protrudes outwards and serves as the base of the toilet, on which a toilet room is built. The door opens on one side of the wall, and outside the door is a ramp that makes it easy to go up and down. There is a rectangular poop on the floor of the toilet room, which leads to the pigsty, and the feces can fall straight to the bottom of the pen.

So at the moment, it's not the dogs who can't change the, but the pigs.

According to the Han law, in counties with more than 10,000 households, one person is placed in the county order, and the rank is 1,000 stones. Little Fatty's grandfather was a high-ranking official who received a thousand stones. Only then did this huge old mansion remain. Because it is the home of the eunuch, the toilet of the little fat man's house is built separately. It has nothing to do with pigs.

The whole is an overhead dry bar building. The upper part is a toilet, the lower part is a manure tank, surrounded by railings, and the outside of the railings is paved with bricks. Further out, there is a large water tank, and there is a tiger that makes a drowning device and a dung xingqing.

It is said that when my father was alive, there was an old servant who was in charge of cleaning. It was only later that he became poor due to illness, and his family fell into the middle. The servants were dismissed.

Of course, from the point of view of the little fat man, even this doctor-level toilet is still far worse than that of later generations.

"Mother, is there a potter in the village?" couldn't bear it anymore, and the little fat man who returned from the toilet asked angrily.

"The Geng family of Lao Yadu has made pottery for generations, but there is no pottery in the village." The mother replied casually.

"Where's the old crow?"

"In ......" the mother stopped the needle and thread in her hand, looked at him seriously and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

"It's nothing, I'll just ask casually." The little fat man's eyes rolled, and he began to play tricks with a smile.

"Which one was you going to hide before?" Mother was angry and funny.

"Hey...... the little fat man stuck out his tongue and turned his head and ran to the stable. After all, it is a rural area, and purslane is much easier to find than Zhuoxian. The friends come to send it every day, and all they ask for is to lick a mouthful of bamboo chopsticks stained with honey. In the hearts of children, this has become a daily necessity, and it has even gone beyond playfulness and has a bit of a ritualistic flavor.

The mare kept chewing on the fresh grass, and her body improved greatly, and she was able to run normally.

Another horse breeder in the village is Liu Wu's family. There are only these two horses in the entire Lousang village. If he wants to learn riding, the little fat man can only go to the third uncle.

The generation of Little Fat Man's father should be the eldest brother, Liu Wen's father is the second brother, Liu Wu's father is the third brother, and Liu Xiu's father is the fourth brother.

And because his father studied the sages hard, and he only got married when he was close to the age of establishment, so in the generation of the little fat man, he was only ranked third, only slightly longer than the fourth brother Liu Xiu.

The third uncle is skilled in arching and horses, often hunting in the wild forest, and his family is quite wealthy.

In this era, whether it is learning literature or practicing martial arts, it costs a lot of money. You don't see a horse, a piece of armor, a sword, a gun, a sword, a halberd, an axe, a hook and a fork, which one is not worth 100,000 yuan!

If you don't practice martial arts, that's what you mean.

And Liu Wu is a martial arts practitioner.

Saddles and stirrups are also available. It's just that the saddle is too small, and the stirrups are only half-sided. It seems that it should be specially made to help Liu Wu train horses. Liu Wu is a few years older, and he is a hunter, so he can already ride a horse.

Hearing that Liu Bei wanted to learn the art of riding and archery, the third uncle was very happy. In particular, he received a few fruit gifts and 500 yuan from the fat man. The fruit gift was brought by the uncle that day, and the mother was reluctant to eat it. The five hundred dollars are also the rest of the pawn golden hairpin, anyway, there is a piece of gold cake by his side, for the sake of the little fat man, the mother is naturally willing to give this money. To say that the mother is really willing to cultivate the little fat man. Spending money is quite in everyone's style.

However, with the current shape of the little fat man, step by step, is the best way to learn riding. It should start with a sheep ride, then a donkey, and then a horse.

But the little fat man doesn't think so.

Is riding a sheep like a word?

The third uncle saw that his figure was indeed higher than that of his peers...... was down-to-earth, and he accepted it ruthlessly.

So the little fat man's daily routine changed again. In the morning, he practiced calligraphy, and in the afternoon, he caught insects and herded horses. In the afternoon, I practiced riding and archery with my third uncle. Although he did not ride a sheep, he also started by riding a dwarf donkey.

Donkey Riding ...... Make do with it.

In order to prevent calluses on his hands, his mother specially sewed him a pair of leather gloves. Afraid that his thumb would be strangled by a strong bow or simply cut off, the third uncle made him a horn wrench.

The little fat man was worried that he would become a looped leg, so he began to design the Takahashi saddle and the stirrups on both sides. As for the shoe, this one is a bit harder. Just such a horse, if the size is not right, the nail horseshoe nail is crippled, and the little fat man really wants to cry without tears. Due to its short stature, there are also three soft ladders on the stirrups. You can climb the ladder and get on the horse, which has solved the disadvantages of being short.

In this era, admission is also a queue. The old patriarch asked people everywhere, but the great Confucian who had never left a name in history was only willing to 'record the disciples' of Wenxiu and Wubei. As for 'getting a job at the door', let's line up first.

The little fat man doesn't care.

Because before going to bed, my mother would always dip it in water and write an article on the lacquered surface of the bookcase.

The little fat man can always remember it before the water trail dries up.

Mother wrote a good hand. But it's not a small seal, and Juanxiu's font is more inclined to Lishu. In this way, the little fat man was even more curious about his mother's origins.

Speaking of which, the ancestor was a prince, and his grandfather was an official, although his father was not a official, he also raised filial piety. This is a prelude to being an official! If you don't die early, you will become an official sooner or later. It is also considered a first-class family in Zhuo County.

In this way, the mother's background must also be extraordinary.

From the daily performance, you can know a thing or two, it is completely the cultivation of the eldest lady.

"Dun'er, can you remember?" When she looked up and saw that the little fat man was staring at her fingers in a daze, the woman was about to pull her ears.

Without waiting for her to pull it, the little fat man suddenly grabbed the green jade fingers stretched out by his mother, and said softly: "What a beautiful pair of hands, but they want to weave mats and sell shoes, and touch me as an adult...... Mother, why don't you remarry? Thinking of the muttering when he went to the ancestral hall for the big exam that day, a burst of self-blame and shame suddenly rose in the bottom of the little fat man's heart.

If my mother really remarried, she would have lived well.

But he actually knew better in his heart that even if he didn't become the current Liu Bei, the mother who pawned the family business in history, even if she weaved mats and sold shoes, she didn't leave him. On the contrary, he raised him with hard work, and achieved Liu Bei, who was one of the three points in the world.

The little woman was stunned for a moment, and her feint of anger gradually became weak, "You heard everything?" ”

"Nope. But seeing my uncle come with a smile and go angrily, what else can I do? Tears rolled in his eyes, and the little fat man forced a smile. When I thought of my mother, who should have been by my father's side with red sleeves and incense, and played the piano with her hands, she used these hands to weave mats and sell shoes, and worked hard all her life. The little fat man's heart hurts like a knife.

"Dun'er, don't mention the matter of remarriage. For my mother, I won't leave you. ”

"Which one?" The little fat man sniffed and asked happily.

"I've said I'll mention it again." The woman's eyes widened, and she began to pretend to be Yan Mu again.

"Mother, don't keep staring, it'll get ugly after a long time." There was no lethality at all, and the little fat man couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"The shaft is hateful...... Will it really turn ugly? ”

"Seriously!"