In the early morning, when the wind was cold and the snow had not melted, the people of Xiahe Village were curled up in the warm quilts, or slept in, or played some interesting games between husband and wife, in short, the whole village was silent.

The door of one of Zhu Ping'an's houses was gently pushed open, and Zhu Ping'an, who was wearing a thick rabbit skin hat, walked out of the room, carrying his schoolbag cross-body, and holding a black wooden board that had followed him for several years.

At this time, it was still early, and the east was only slightly bright, and there was silence everywhere, only the sound of the cold wind howling, but under the reflection of the snow, the visibility in the courtyard was still quite high.

Zhu Ping'an moved his body slightly, and then habitually walked to a boulder specially moved from the yard, put the black wooden board flat on the boulder, poured some hot water into the boulder groove, took out a simple brush, and practiced calligraphy with his wrist. This is already a habit that Zhu Ping'an has insisted on for several years, the ancient imperial examination has very high requirements for fonts, and calligraphy can not cheat, you can write well if you practice more, and if you practice less, you are not as good as others, so Zhu Ping'an has always insisted on getting up in the morning to practice calligraphy, practicing Sanjiu in winter and practicing Sanfu in summer, without interruption.

In fact, in the past few years, it is not what it used to be, and Zhu Ping'an's family can be regarded as one of the wealthy families in Xiahe Village. However, Zhu Ping'an still maintains the habit of hard and simple.

Zhu Ping'an has two brushes so far, one is a gift from the old master Sun of Mengxue's teacher, this brush is used when copying books and writing; Another brush is the one that Zhu Ping'an is now using, it is a brush made by Zhu's father, this brush is used in the early morning when practicing words, over the years, this brush has changed the head of the pen several times, each time it is made by Zhu's father with cow hair, but the pen barrel is still the same pen barrel, which has been polished out by Zhu Ping'an.

"Why do you get up so early, Hello, it's cold, go to sleep again."

After practicing calligraphy for more than half an hour in Zhu Ping'an, his mother Chen also got up, opened the door, and saw her youngest son writing and drawing on the black wooden board outside.

The cold wind outside was steep, and Chen felt the biting cold as soon as he opened the door, and then watched his youngest son practice calligraphy with his bare hands, and couldn't help but feel distressed and persuaded his younger son to go back to the room to warm up and sleep for a while.

"No need mother, I'm a small and angry person." Zhu Ping'an put down his pen and sketched out the last stroke of the word he was writing, stopped and replied to his mother with a smile.

", what are you doing in a fur hat when you're angry?" Chen rolled his eyes, disgusted.

Hehehe

Zhu Ping'an smiled and didn't speak.

Chen's is out of line, thinking that he wants to stew an old hen for breakfast to replenish his younger son's body, how cute he was when he was chubby, but now he is taller, but he has lost weight. No, you need to eat more and get fatter.

After Mother Chen got up, Zhu's father and eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan also got up.

"Dad, it's hard to walk in the snow outside, let me go driving today." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan discussed with Zhu's father that the current Zhu Pingchuan is almost printed in the same mold as Zhu's father, black and strong, and he is also honest and honest.

"Today's big set, I'm afraid my eldest brother is going to help my future sister-in-law carry things, right?" Zhu Ping'an put down the brush and made a joke about his eldest brother.

"Hehehe," eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan touched the back of his head and smirked.

"Silly something, tell the truth and it's over." Father Zhu kicked Zhu Pingchuan from behind and scolded with a smile.

Mother Chen looked at this scene, Taomi's movements paused, and her words were full of vinegar, "I have raised you for more than ten years, and my daughter-in-law has not married yet, so I forgot about my mother." ”

The eldest brother Zhu Ping'an touched the back of his head and smiled, "How can I mother, I will marry my daughter-in-law and honor you together." ”

Chen's face was much better when he heard this, but his mouth was unforgiving, "It's good to say now, maybe you will marry a daughter-in-law." ”

Big brother assured again and again.

Looking at this scene, Zhu Ping'an suddenly had a bad taste, stopped the brush that practiced calligraphy, had a bad smile on his mouth, looked at his eldest brother and suddenly asked:

"Then if the mother and sister-in-law fall into the water at the same time, who will the eldest brother save first?"

The question of the daughter-in-law and the mother falling into the water is a question that is overasked in modern times, and modern people who have been asked a lot can always give all kinds of clever answers.

But for the first time in this era, this is the first time this question has been asked.

Hearing Zhu Ping'an's question, her mother Chen's eyes lit up, she was very interested, and she didn't buy rice anymore, just waiting to see how Zhu Pingchuan answered.

Father Zhu also looked at Zhu Pingchuan funny.

"Ahem, cough, second brother" As soon as Zhu Pingchuan heard this question, he held back his red and coughed, and looked at Zhu Ping'an with an innocent face.

This, how to answer this.

Zhu Pingchuan seemed to have 10,000 ants in his heart, his face was red, and his hands couldn't help scratching his head.

If you say that you will save your mother first, but if Juan hears about it, it will not be good.

But if you say that you save Juan first and look at the Chen family, who doesn't even have rice, Zhu Pingchuan knows that if he says so, his mother will be angry and sad.

It's so hard.

Zhu Pingchuan was hesitant and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Zhu Ping'an looked at his eldest brother's anxious appearance and smiled.

Mother Chen looked at her eldest son in a dilemma, and felt happy and sad in her heart, this stupid boy is too honest, so he will always be teased by the second child, unlike the second child, who looks simple on the surface, but in fact he is very weird in his heart.

Looking at the eldest son who was embarrassed, and then at the younger son who was watching the fire from the other side, Chen suddenly threw this question to Zhu Ping'an.

"What about you? Who do you save first? Chen asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Zhu Ping'an was stunned for a moment.

Now it's time for Zhu Pingchuan to see the joke, and Jue's second brother is also going to taste his own embarrassment.

"I'm still early." Zhu Ping'an replied.

Chen was not satisfied with this answer, and asked, "No matter how early you are, you always have to marry a daughter-in-law, who will you save first?" ”

Zhu Ping'an replied with a smile without thinking about it, "I'm still early, so I have time to pick a daughter-in-law who can swim, and when the time comes, I won't even think about it, so I'll save my mother first." ”

"You slippery head!" Chen scolded with a smile.

Throughout the morning, the Zhu family was filled with laughter.

Because it still took a little time to make breakfast, Zhu Ping'an practiced calligraphy for a while, then packed up the brush and wooden board and put it back in his room, and took the "The Mean" annotated by Zhu Xi borrowed from Li Dacai's house yesterday and went to read outside the courtyard.

The courtyard of Zhu Ping'an's house is close to the river and the edge of the village, so Zhu Ping'an can easily find a quiet corner to read a book.

In ancient times, there was no opportunistic shortcuts to do learning and writing eight shares, only by accumulating slowly and solidly, with a stable foundation, can you rely on the memory of your previous life, in this era of eight shares to take scholars, everything is inferior, only high reading, stand out. Foundation, my foundation is not just a few years of learning.

This boy's test may surprise everyone.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the "Mean" in his hand, a simple smile hung on the corner of his mouth, but a trace of imperceptible light flashed in his eyes.

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