The sun is, and the Yellow River comes up from the sky.

The people who live in the Hetao area have ushered in such an early morning! But people did not get up at this time, and in order to survive, the ancient working people had to get up early from the sun and return home to the middle of the month.

Zhang's mother is the same, she gets up before dawn, makes breakfast for Zhang Fan, and has to go to the market early to buy cheap and fresh vegetables. And then there's a lot of work to be done. When Zhang Fan got up, when he saw the breakfast on the table, he couldn't help but sigh again!

It is said that the plan of the day lies in the morning, Zhang Fan finished breakfast, followed the original memory and physical habits, and unconsciously went into the study, picked up the book and shook his head and read. It's not that Zhang Fan is pretending to be a posture, but a habit that this body has developed over the years, shaking his head as soon as he reads, and he will be full of discomfort if he doesn't shake it.

When it was almost noon, my mother came back and started cooking on the fire. The lunch was not sumptuous, but Zhang Fan had a great appetite and ate happily. Mother Zhao was full of joy when she saw Zhang Fan eating so happily and seeing her son like the food he made so much, but she still kept saying: "Slow down, slow down, don't choke." ”

As soon as Zhang Fan wanted to speak, he was stuck to his throat by a vegetable leaf and coughed. Zhao hurriedly brought a bowl of water, and Zhang Fan drank it.

"Look at this kid, eat slowly, and no one will rob you, what if you choke on a good or bad thing!" Mother blamed.

Zhang Fan smiled embarrassedly and began to gobble up again.

"You are a good child, and now you have some achievements in studying, but this meal is like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost." Zhao said this, but he still smiled.

"Eat, eat a piece and eat slowly, it's not a fullness. It's almost time to get things done. Zhang Fan quibbled, "What's more, my mother's cooking is so delicious, I can't stop if I want to slow down." ”

"Flamboyant, in the future, I have to rely on your mouth to marry me a capable daughter-in-law and inherit the Zhang family, otherwise I won't spare you." Mother Zhang scolded half-wistfully.

"Mother, look where you have gone!" Zhang Fan was a little embarrassed and retorted, "I'm only twenty this year...... Eighteen years old, it's too early! ”

"It's not early, you see that Uncle Li's youngest son next door is younger than you, no, even the child is gone!" Mother said.

"How can that be compared!" Zhang Fan said, "Mother rest assured, when I achieve something, I will not live up to my mother's sustenance." At present, it is better for children to focus on their studies. For the first time, Zhang Fan did not listen to his mother.

Although Zhao also knew Zhang Fan's thoughts, she was very supportive of her son's decision, but she always thought about it from time to time in her heart.

After lunch, my mother cleaned up and went back to the house to do needlework. Zhang Fan has never had the habit of taking a nap, he came to the outside of the city to walk around at will and looked at the scenery outside. Zhang Fan's family lives in the county town of Anhua, and there is no farmland around the county, but there are large fields outside the village in the distance. Although it is noon, there is still an endless stream of people coming to the market at the gate of the county. This is the case in a county town in the northwest frontier, which shows the population of the Ming Dynasty!

"Yuande!" Zhang Fan was looking at the crowd of people entering and leaving the city gate, and suddenly heard someone calling him, he turned around and looked, it was Mr. Wang in the city, Zhang Fan had often asked some questions before.

"So it's sir, why are you walking around here?"

"People are old, and they had a serious illness last year, and Lang Zhong said that the old man sat on the side of the desk for a long time and neglected to move. No, just come here and take a walk. Mr. Wang said, "How was the township test yesterday?" ”

"Mr. Xie is concerned, and there is no major problem in the township test yesterday. It's just that this year is the first year of the new emperor, and there are many more people going to the exam. Zhang Fan replied.

"Oh, that's natural, after all, it's not for this that people who study hard for ten years."

"Why doesn't the old gentleman go?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Alas, people are old, not to mention that they can't walk that far, even if they can go, they don't have that kind of mind in their hearts." Mr. Wang sighed.

"Mr. is old and strong, why is he so thin." Zhang Fan said, "And Mr. is sympathetic to the people, often helps the hungry, and it will be a blessing for me to be an official in the future!" ”

"Yuande is serious." Mr. Wang was modest, "Back then, Yan Song was autocratic, and Emperor Sejong also ignored it, and the court was full of smoke and miasma. Although it was not good to repay in the end, the old man had faded into the idea of becoming an official. Daming still depends on you young people! ”

After talking with Mr. Wang outside the city for a long time, it was almost time to Shen, and Zhang Fan said goodbye to Mr. Wang. When he returned home, his mother was still doing needlework, Zhang Fan watched his mother work hard and persuaded her to go to the rest meeting, but was rejected by Zhao, Zhang Fan had no choice but to give up.

Zhang Fan returned to his room and began to practice calligraphy. He is in the Mi Fu book of the Sutra. Among the calligraphers, Zhang Fan loves Mi Fu's words, although he does not appreciate what he does as an official, but Mi Fu's calligraphy is indeed a must. This may be the so-called word to word! There is no shortcut to calligraphy, and if you want to achieve something, you have to spend a lot of time practicing. It turns out that Zhang Fan has been writing since he could write, and he has been uninterrupted for more than ten years now, and now Zhang Fan has a reason to continue. In ancient China, people who wrote well tended to have a lot of cheapness.

Zhang Fan found that maybe he was really a piece of reading material, whether it was modern science and economy or ancient classics and history, ink calligraphy, Zhang Fan was interested in learning, without the slightest irritability. And now this body doesn't know what's wrong, and it can remember everything when you look at it, which is really unforgettable. Even practicing calligraphy, after reading the original post, Zhang Fan can remember the direction of each stroke clearly.

Zhang Fan has been immersed in this piece of heaven and earth, until the sun sets, the sky gradually darkens, and when his mother comes to call him for dinner, Zhang Fan stops the pen in his hand.

After dinner, Zhang Fan returned to the study, lit the oil lamp, and continued to read. And the mother was reluctant to light another lamp, so she gathered aside to continue to do needlework, she wanted to do more work and earn more money, so that Zhang Fan could save up for his daughter-in-law in the future. Zhang's mother watched her son concentrate on reading, and from time to time she picked up the wick to make the light more sufficient.

Until he approached Hai, Zhang Fan was a little sleepy, he saw that his mother was still working, for fear that she would be tired, so he packed up his books and prepared to rest. Mother Zhang looked at it, it was already late at night, and she felt very sleepy after a day's work, so she packed up her things and went back to the house to sleep.

This is the daily life of mother and son, although it is poor, although it is simple, but they both enjoy this tranquility. Many years later, Zhang Fan missed this life very much, but he could never return to this place!