After comforting his mother, Mao Yulong chopped up the pound and two taels of fat he bought yesterday, and prepared to boil it into big oil, so that when he had no vegetables at home, he could give his little sister bibimbap to eat. The child is still young, how can he get it without oil and water?

The remaining oil residue, Mao Yulong is going to go to the street for a while, buy a handful of leeks, and then eat a beautiful Baoton dumplings. To be honest, the oil residue dumplings, just thinking about it makes people slander.

After doing this, Mao Wenlong continued to sit next to his mother to warm the book, and now he is about to wax the moon, and the family studies have also been dissolved, plus Mao Yulong is already a talent. According to the level, it is higher than the gentleman in the clan science, so that gentleman does not dare to teach Mao Yulong anymore, and no longer accepts his restraints. Now Mao Yulong is studying in Wenshu, just to enter the county school after the New Year.

The book is a treasure, it is when the father is there, the mother bought it, but it is also complete, what four books and five classics, the Analects and Strategies are available, although when I bought it in order to save money, it was all second-hand, but this is enough to make my family proud in the clan.

After reviewing for a while, he felt a little dizzy, so Mao Yulong put down his books and prepared to work, and the combination of work and rest was the best adjustment.

Since his family's land was collected by the clan to study on his behalf, Mao Yulong had no farm work to do, so Mao Yulong was ready to do what he wanted to do the most.

First I picked up the burden, put on the shovel, went to the embankment to carry a load of river mud back, and then began to mix the mud in the yard.

And mud is the most tiring work, and after a while, Mao Wenlong was sweating profusely.

The mother sat on the threshold and washed the collected clothes, while watching her son work blindly. She asked, but her son always didn't answer incomprehensibly, just said that he was waiting for good things.

The son already has an opinion, so let him be.

Seeing that the mud was reconciled, Mao Yulong picked up the wooden frame he made from the corner of the wall, skillfully stuffed the mud into it, then compacted, took off the frame, and then used a wire to draw out four pieces, so the four pieces of adobe, yes, the adobe was done, as long as it was exposed to the sun for two or three days, it could be used. Now there are hundreds of such things neatly stacked next to Mao Wenlong's corner.

These adobes were not built to build houses. It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is impossible to build a house with adobe, so you can only use bricks, but bricks are a luxury for this embarrassing home, so Mao Wenlong is ready to use adobe to put two plates of fire kang on himself and his mother and little sister, so that he can spend this winter comfortably.

There is no fire kang in the south, and so far Mao Yulong has investigated that almost no one does the fire kang in the south, or no one will do it at all.

But fortunately, he will, because his predecessor was a native of the Northeast, which is also Mao Yulong's only technology now.

After arranging all this, Mao Yulong was ready to go to the street to buy vegetables and prepare the evening's food.

But at this time, there was a knock on the courtyard door again, and Mao Yulong went to open the door.

Standing outside the door this time was a clansman called by the old patriarch of the upper room, who was already seventy or eighty years old, but in terms of seniority, he needed to call Mao Yulong uncle.

The hundred-year-old clan is like this, the rich family is small, the poor family is big, the rich family is married early and born early, so it slowly accumulates, and it also pulls one or two generations of the poor family, the white-haired old man, and the children who shout and eat milk are not a few. This old man is a close branch of the long house, although he is seventy or eighty, but Mao Yulong was rich at the beginning, and his generation is still there. As for the little pride of the ancestor who is also rich in the country, for Mao Yulong, it has nothing to do with his own wool, and that ancestor is not his real ancestor, what is there to be proud of.

When the old man saw that it was Mao Yulong who came out to open the door, he hurriedly bowed down and saluted: "Say hello to the little uncle, just now the patriarch uncle has spoken, let you go to the ancestral hall to talk." Then solemnly advised: "Since the little uncle took the Xiucai exam, I haven't been there, and the patriarch has passed the word several times, but you have been shirking, this time you don't dare not go again." ”

Mao Yulong smiled bitterly, going to the ancestral hall to see the patriarch is actually a chore, with the current situation of his mother and son, the original filthy, the so-called no good thing to meet, but just to see each other and hate each other. Therefore, Mao Yulong has been looking for all kinds of excuses for such a long time.

Today's patriarch sent this old junior to call, but it is very meaningful, the elders invite, if you don't go, you will lose the courtesy, will make people criticize. And this old man is of low seniority, and he has lost the face of the patriarch. In this way, it is to coerce and not lose face, but it is not leaky.

Just when Mao Yulong was about to shirk again, his mother came out of the house, wiped her hand on her apron and asked Mao Yulong: "Who is it, please come in and talk, it's cold outside." ”

So the old nephew of the Mao family tilted his head and looked inside, and then bowed to him: "Grandson Mao Fu greets the seventh grandmother." ”

The mother smiled and hurriedly took a few steps forward: "It's a rich boy, hurry into the house to talk, have you eaten?" We're about to eat, so let's eat here. ”

Mao Fu postponed: "No, there is food in the upper room, I'll go back to eat, I'm here to invite the little uncle to the ancestral hall, and the patriarch of the uncle will come over and talk." ”

As soon as she heard that it was the patriarch who invited her to speak, her mother quickly interrupted her politeness and said to Mao Yulong: "Then what are you doing in a daze?" Hurry up and put on it, and go and listen to the patriarch's orders. ”

For now the patriarch often comes to call his son to tell things, the mother is sincerely happy, this originally, when his family is lonely and widowed, the family will not call his own family when he holds a clan meeting. The people of the same clan who lived a solid life in those days, and they also bypassed it when they walked on the road, and their mothers were fed up with the cold and white eyes of the world.

Well, now that Mao Yulong has been admitted to Xiucai, the attitude of the clansmen has changed a lot, and the mother on the street has also come to say hello, although there is a sour feeling in her eyes, but it still makes her feel extremely proud and proud.

This time, I heard that the patriarch personally sent someone to invite, of course he didn't dare to slack off, this is an honor, isn't it.

couldn't resist his mother, Mao Yulong smiled at Mao Fu at the door and said, "Please go back, I'll go right away." ”

Mao Fu hurriedly saluted and walked back, just took two steps, then stood again, and kindly reminded Mao Yulong: "You can't shirk it this time, otherwise the uncle will be angry and move the family law." ”

The patriarchal law is greater than the national law, this is the rule of the world now, give you a bad reputation, as long as the clan passes, when the uncle can directly pick up a small pickaxe and smash you to death, the county government will not care about you.

sent Mao Fu away, and before she could turn around, her mother had already come out with a show that made her proud, so she put it on Mao Yulong directly in the yard, and told her to be polite when she saw the clansmen, don't talk back to the patriarch, be humble when you see the small, give a gift when you see the old, and so on.

Mao Yulong agreed one by one, said goodbye to his mother, and walked towards the ancestral hall of the Mao family.