There was nothing to say all the way, the two returned home, it was already dark, and the Zhang family had already made dinner, brown rice, fried vegetables, vegetable soup with a little salt, although simple but with its own farmhouse flavor, the eldest grandson Jin had already circled around the kitchen many times, if it wasn't for Zhang's to stop it, he would have gone in and stole it.

The family had a happy meal, and the eldest grandson briefly mentioned the matter of the dog's family, and heard that Erlang actually dared to stand out for the dog alone, and the eldest grandson Jin smiled and secretly gave him a thumbs up under the table.

After the meal, the eldest grandson brother went to the courtyard to discuss things, and the Zhang family was busy cleaning up in this stove room, and the eldest grandson Hong hugged his blanket, moved a small table to the stove, and began to worry about the homework assigned by Master Zhou by the light of the fire in the hearth.

Lyrics, what should I do?

This homework, Yu Changsun Hong is not difficult, in his previous life, the backbone of the literary club in college, he was involved in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and he wrote a lot in his head, but it should be used in the here and now, it can't be too exaggerated, and it is not a good choice to meet the identity of a schoolchild.

Turning in his mind, the Song Dynasty must not be able to use it before, the famous words have long been widely known, and if you write it down, you will sit down and plagiarize the name, and Master Zhou will definitely beat himself with the biggest ruler.

Pouring water, ink, laying paper, dipping a pen in the inkstone, thinking about it and looking around inadvertently, but saw that his mother Zhang had already brought needlework, sitting beside him and quietly sewing clothes.

The embers in the stove illuminated Zhang's face, the vertical and horizontal lines were particularly eye-catching under the light of the fire, the hardships of life were as clear as a knife, the white hair and black silk were intertwined, the thick calluses between the fingers, the black dirt between the fingernails, and the slightly squinted eyes caused by the smoke and fire of long-term cooking, the portrayal of a rural peasant woman's hard life was truly displayed in front of Changsun Hong.

Looking at Zhang's concentrated flying needle thread, a tattered linen dress slowly became intact under her skillful hands, Changsun Hong suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart, and pinched the hand of the brush and squeezed it hard, as if he wanted to crush the small bamboo pipe.

This is the ordinary people of the Song Dynasty, as tenacious as weeds, no matter how harsh the environment is, how dangerous the world is, they can survive strong in the gap between blood and fire. They have worked hard all their lives, in addition to supporting their families, but also to feed many people who have nothing to do with them, they have no food and clothing, but they have no complaints, as long as they can live, they are satisfied, if life can be improved, such as living in a house that does not leak, eating meat once a month, it will be a surprise.

Such a person, such a wish, is as small as dust.

The pain in his heart turned into a cloud of turbidity, blocked between the chest and abdomen, and he couldn't get rid of it, so that Changsun Hong slapped his chest heavily, and the voice was a little loud, which alarmed Zhang.

"Erlang, what's wrong?" Zhang asked with concern, "Is there something uncomfortable?" ”

The eldest grandson Hongqiang smiled to himself, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, mother, it's okay." ”

Zhang looked at his face for a long time, and didn't see anything unusual, before lowering his head and continuing. The eldest grandson Hong, on the other hand, lifted the pen, exhaled a long breath, fed the ink in the inkstone, and used his strength to control the direction of the bamboo pipe, and wrote the first word on the paved paper.

After writing a brush for an afternoon, there were finally some results, the bamboo pipe was no longer so rusty, and after a cup of tea, Changsun Hong wrote a page of papyrus, he put down the pen, lifted the paper, and raised his head to dry the ink.

"Yo, that's a good word." Changsun Jin's voice sounded in his ears, and this shrewd man couldn't help but take the paper and commented.

Changsun Hao came in, snatched the paper away, and said with a pretended dissatisfied smile: "You don't know how to read, do you know how to read and write?" Erlang just wrote it, don't make it flower. ”

The eldest grandson Jin sneered and scratched his head: "What's the problem if you don't know how to read?" You see, this word is much more regulated than what Erlang wrote before, how is it not good? ”

Hearing this, the eldest grandson Hao also raised the piece of paper and looked at it, grinning, it is always a pleasure for someone to praise his son for his good handwriting, even if this person is his brother.

Zhang also raised his head and laughed with the man, and when she laughed, she did not forget to continue to sew the rags in her hand.

The eldest grandson Hao didn't realize that he had taken the paper upside down, and the words were all upside down, of course, it did not prevent him from pretending to educate Erlang seriously after putting down the paper: "And don't be proud, practice the words well, before you can enter the eyes of Mr., your Master Zhou is a great Confucian who came back from Lin'an, you follow him, you must study carefully." ”

The eldest grandson Hong was slightly stunned, he thought that Master Zhou looked like he was shaking his head, maybe he was a rural white-clothed talent, who had repeatedly failed to eat at Li Guanren's house, but he didn't expect that it was a person from Dacheng, but he didn't know his name, whether he was famous in history.

The eldest grandson brother reversed the past and admired Erlang's words, commented on the head, and then happily urged the eldest grandson Hong to wash and go to bed, the people in the mountains are stingy with lamp oil, and generally do not light the lamp, and when the fire in the stove is extinguished, it is time to go to bed and rest.

Sleeping in a room with the eldest grandson, each lying on a bad bed, the eldest grandson began to snore within a few minutes, snoring like thunder, last night the eldest grandson Hong slept to death, but I don't think, I can't sleep tonight, even if I wrap my head with clothes, the snoring sound is like ultrasound, which can penetrate into my ears.

After tossing and turning for a long time, the eldest grandson Hong simply got up in his clothes, quietly went to the ground, and went out to the yard to watch the stars.

There is a stone grinding plate outside the house, Changsun Hong sits on it, looks up at the sky, only to see the sky, the sky is full of stars, the sky is not polluted, the sky is as clean as ink, the stars are brilliant, one by one seems to be within reach, Changsun Hong breathed deeply into the air with the fragrance of earth at night, only to feel that the whole person is clear.

Faintly, I heard a voice coming from the side room on the other side, as if someone was talking. Listen carefully, it is the conversation between Changsun Hao and Zhang.

In this life, the parents talk late at night, and it seems that the son should not go to the root of the wall, but the night in this small village is too quiet, the grass and trees are silent, all the sounds are silent, and the yard is not big, so the eldest grandson Hong does not listen.

"His father, Erlang is really enlightened?"

"Can't be wrong, you see, the words he wrote tonight are faster and better than ever before, although I can't read, but I can see the strokes, and the horizontal and vertical outlines are much stronger than before."

"Really? That's great. "In the darkness, there seemed to be sobbing.

"Look at you, the child is fine, but why are you crying?"

"Yes...... The slave family is happy. ”

"Erlang was originally cowardly and in poor health, so he finally begged for an opportunity to study, and I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to grasp it, so good, he will not suffer like us when he comes out in the future."

"His father...... Will Erlang and Erlang really have a chance? ”

"Of course, he still dares to touch the stone and want to hit Li Yi today, but this kind of courage is very big, and I have to mention him in the future. Alas, this cowardly man is also afraid, and when he is bold, he is also afraid, afraid that he will cause trouble. ”

"Is this all the role of reading?"

"Definitely, it seems that it is right to let him study......"

The husband and wife chattered in the house, and there was unparalleled joy in their words, and the poor couple rejoiced in the eagerness of the next generation to get ahead, and it overflowed through the crack in the door with the conversation.

The eldest grandson Hong smiled bitterly, he never expected that when he first came in this life, he would be burdened with a heavy burden, and if he didn't study hard with his master, it seemed that he would not be able to get over it on his conscience.

Shaking his head, he secretly folded his feet, felt back into the room, and quietly lay back on his bed.

He thought he was silent, but he didn't expect that in the dark, Changsun Jin's bright eyes had been staring at him silently.