Zi said: "A gentleman has no food to eat, no shelter to seek peace, is sensitive to things and cautious in words, has the way and is right, and can be said to be studious." ”

Standing under the big tree in front of the village school, listening to the sound of reading aloud from inside, Fan Ming seemed to have entered an unprecedented fresh realm.

The impetuous heart also calmed down at this moment, and sneered, these familiar classical Chinese seem to be so kind at this moment, but they are still beyond the power to apply it themselves.

Perhaps it is time to rehash these five classics and four books.

I don't know if this era is really as recorded in the historical records, the status of merchants has been generally promoted and recognized, if it is lower than imagined, then we have to reconsider the future path.

A crisp bell rang, Fan Ming suddenly looked up and found that the sky was close to twilight.

Thinking about his thoughts all the way, facing the blood-red remnant sun in the sky, he walked towards the two thatched houses in his house, turned a few muddy yellow mud roads, and Fan Ming finally saw the simple thatched house shrouded in twilight from a distance.

Getting closer, Fan Ming suddenly found a thin figure standing in front of the dilapidated thatched house, leaning against the firewood stack in front of the door and tilting his ears from time to time, as if trying to receive something, the figure looked particularly desolate in the lonely night, swaying in the wind.

Fan Ming suddenly stopped, as if he was deeply touched by something, and was moved by this warm picture for a moment, and the scene of "leaning on the door and looking forward to the return of his children" couldn't help but appear in his heart.

He had never felt the intensity of family affection so deeply, and at this moment he suddenly realized that this kind of mother's deep affection for her son was the most affectionate in the world no matter what age it was.

"Mother, I'm back!" Fan Ming shouted out from the bottom of his heart at this moment, without a trace of jerkiness and reluctance.

"Son, I'm tired of walking, I guess it's getting dark, you should be back, so I'll prepare tea and dinner, no, wait outside for a while and you'll arrive." The moment he heard Fan Ming's voice, the wrinkles on Qin's face bloomed like flowers in an instant, and his eyebrows were full of love and joy.

The concern and relief from the bottom of his heart made the grass and trees emotional, and while chattering, Qin Shi used his hand full of green tendons to probe up and down his body, for fear that Fan Ming, who had just recovered from a serious illness, would encounter some accidents again.

"Hmm!" Fan Ming answered and followed Fan Qin's into the house, there was no light in the house, he knew that this was to save.

Fan Ming scooped some hot water next to the big stove at the door of the outhouse, wiped his body fiercely, washed away the dust of his body, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and suddenly Fan Ming suddenly found that something was missing in this room, and asked: "Mother, where is my sister-in-law, is she still in the weaving workshop!" ”

"Aren't you just right, and my eyes are getting worse and worse, and the bride (daughter-in-law) is thinking about taking more work so that she can add more livelihood to the family!" Fan Qin's originally smiling face froze again for a while, and she always felt guilty about this daughter-in-law.

Fan Ming's eyebrows moved, a trace of worry passed through his heart, he gritted his teeth and wiped the water stains in his hands on the linen clothes, "Mother, I'm going to pick up my sister-in-law and come back, it's almost night, I'm afraid she won't be able to live alone on the road." ”

"Go ahead." Fan Qin hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and after Fan Ming took a few steps, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and shouted outside: "Wulang, bring the firewood knife on the side of the firewood stack!" ”

"Hmm!" Fan Ming, who walked a few steps away, came back and nodded, picked up the firewood knife placed next to the firewood stack, stuck it in the waistband of his trousers, and strode in the direction of the township.

Due to walking back and forth several times, the distance is already very familiar to Fan Ming, looking for the old road until he arrived at the township, he remembered that his sister-in-law said that his weaving workshop was in the Cao family's house next to the Qinghe, but the specific location was not clear, but it should not be too difficult to find a place with a big fart in the township.

Sure enough, at a glance on the west side, he saw a big Yang red lantern with a Cao character written on it, and without hesitation, he went straight to the gate of Cao's mansion.

Coming to the gate of Cao's mansion, Fan Ming was jumped, and suddenly found that Cao's mansion was very atmospheric, two one-person-high stone tigers lying on both sides of the gate, and the momentum was better than that of the county government, and it was conceivable that this family must be a powerful family.

He didn't expect such a big family to appear in this small place in Qinghe Township, so he couldn't help but stand in front of the door for a while.

In the distance, the old porter of Cao Mansion, Lao Futou, stared at Fan Ming's single figure, until he came to the front of him, he found that it was a little guy who had just grown hair, looked up and down, and was suddenly startled, a strange look flashed on his face, "You are the sick boy of the Fan family!" ”

After being frightened for a while, he patted him on the shoulder again, "The kid's life is so hard, this has brought you back to life." ”

The change in the expression on Lao Futou's face was seen by Fan Ming, obviously he was relatively friendly to him who had come back from the dead, and he should be a simple person, so he smiled at him kindly, "I'm here to find my sister-in-law, my mother asked me to look for her, is she working here." ”

Lao Futou nodded, "Speaking of Fan Zhang's really virtuous and virtuous people, I see that your family of three moved to Qinghe, the old and the old, the young and the young, the blind and the sick, all rely on her to support herself, if she hadn't begged us to be the big housekeeper in a low voice, I think your family would have died a long time ago, and your kid is almost good now, and you will have to pick up the burden of the family in the future." ”

Fan Ming was moved in his heart, thinking that the women of this era are really great, and they can work so hard for their husband's family, which is simply unimaginable in the new century, and nodded sincerely, "I will not let my mother and sister-in-law suffer in the future." ”

"Alas!" Lao Futou sighed and pointed to a shack next to him, "Go, Fan Zhang's family is working for my master, right there!" ”

Following the guidance of Lao Futou, Fan Ming came to a large beam-framed hall next to Cao's mansion.

Through the cracks, he saw the whole shack, which was a long lobby with dozens of large spinning machines and dozens of smaller looms, several of which were still chirping.

His heart was shocked again, this is simply a copy of the precision workshop of later generations, I can't imagine that in such a remote countryside, there will be such an advanced production management method.

There were two guards at the door, holding two second-hand water and fire sticks from nowhere, most of the paint on them was mottled, but the momentum was very strong.

Seeing Fan Ming's arrival, the two of them didn't answer, they just looked at him coldly, thinking that no one in Chuqiu County was bold enough to dare to fight the idea of Caofu Weaving Factory, so they didn't take him seriously.