When it got dark, when Changsun Hao returned home with a hoe, Changsun Jin and Changsun Hong had already returned, Changsun Jin was chopping wood in the courtyard, Changsun Hong was writing in the house, Zhang arrived home earlier than her husband, she washed her clothes by the river, picked some wild vegetables by the way, and was busy in the stove room at the moment.

After putting away the farm tools, the tired eldest grandson Hao scooped water in the courtyard and washed his hands and feet, chatted with the eldest grandson into a few words, and the Zhang family started eating.

The farmer's dinner was solved in the stove room, and the four people ate around a table next to the stove, according to the etiquette system, the Zhang family could not eat with the men, and should bring a bowl to the threshold to eat or wait for the men to finish eating before serving, but the ancestors of the eldest grandson family were Qiang people, and there were not so many rules, so everyone ate together and seemed affectionate.

Coarse tea and light rice, simple and warm, a few people sit together, talk about some things in the village, talk about some temperament farming, occasionally tell some jokes with local flavor, although there is no style of a high-ranking family, but there is the comfort of the poor family, even the simple dish brown rice, is also particularly pleasant.

"Erlang, on the way back just now, Dad met Master Zhou, and he praised you." The eldest grandson Hao was in a good mood holding the chopsticks, and there was a piece of rice on the chopsticks: "He said that your homework today is excellent, excellent, as long as you continue to study hard, you will definitely have a good future in the future." ”

He smiled heartily and swallowed the rice sticky to the chopsticks with his mouth, and the emotions of Lehaha echoed in the small stove room with his laughter.

Zhang looked at her son with satisfaction, her eyes full of joy and pride, she didn't speak, but just put a chopstick dish into the bowl of the eldest grandson.

And the eldest grandson Jin puffed out his mouth stuffed with rice grains, winked at the eldest grandson Hong, and showed a meaningful smile, but as soon as his mouth grinned, a few rice grains leaked out, so panicked that he hurriedly shut up, and used his fingers to stick the few rice grains that fell on the ground.

The eldest grandson raised his head and said humbly to his father: "The master has won the award, but it is actually a very ordinary homework, and the child just does it seriously." ”

"Fabulous, superb!" Changsun Hao continued to smile, happy and happy: "What the master said must be right, Erlang, look at it, it hasn't been long since you learned, the master values you so much, in the long run, you will definitely succeed, you have to work hard, don't let the master down!" ”

The eldest grandson Hong lowered his head and obediently agreed "yes", but his mouth was desperately shaving, and in the afternoon, he followed the eldest grandson in and out, and practiced horse steps for a long time, so tired that he was about to collapse, and he had to replenish his energy quickly.

This night, until the lights went out to bed, Changsun Hao was in a state of excitement, and his smile never stopped, as if a compliment from the master was stronger than anything else.

After going to bed, Changsun Hong, who slept in the same room with his eldest grandson, tentatively proposed that when he got up tomorrow morning, he could not go to Zamabu first, but let him run and exercise by himself, after all, without a good physical foundation, there is no benefit in going directly to the moves.

Changsun Jin agreed, he was a little surprised, relying on running to exercise physical fitness is not a way to practice martial arts, how did Changsun Hong know this method? He pondered for a moment, could it be that the heart was taught by the master?

The next day, just after dawn, the eldest grandson Hao brothers still went out, they had a lot of things, there were crops to take care of in the fields, the firewood at home also had to rely on strong labor to go up the mountain to cut down, and more importantly, the salt hidden in the ground must be sold as soon as possible, and the villagers who sold salt together were counting on the money.

The man went out to do things, and Zhang was not idle, a lot of chores were waiting for her to work, and when the local farmers were busy, she also had to go down to work in the field.

Every morning, one of her important things is to carry two wooden barrels to the well next to the ancestral hall in the village to fetch water, in this era when there is no running water, people and animals have to rely on manpower to carry drinking water every day, of course, rich and noble families have wells, that is another thing.

However, when she walked out of the stove room and was about to go to get the bucket, she saw that her son was already dressed neatly and was about to go out with his shoulder on his shoulder.

"Erlang, why did you get up so early?" Zhang was taken aback and hurriedly stopped: "Come to the water lady, you go to eat quickly." ”

"Mother, it's okay, I'll come." Twelve-year-old eldest Sun Hong is taller than Zhang's, but he is thin and weak, and he looks a bit like a bamboo pole: "I'll do my best, you can do the rest." ”

Zhang's heart ached at his son, insisting on not allowing it, last night's words and emotions of Changsun Hao, have infected her, in her heart, her son has already decided that he is the seed of reading, and the reader is ten fingers that do not touch the spring water, how can he do rough work?

Where can Changsun Hong let her stop, persuaded two sentences, took the time to pick up the bucket and ran, where can the Zhang family catch it? I can only worry about one of the things that I want to worry about, slow down, slow down.

Changsun Hong carried a bucket and sprinted on the village road where a touch of fish belly white had just been sprinkled all over Lijia Village, the village road was flat, and the muddy road with countless people's feet compacted was extremely easy to run, but the straw sandals on his feet were not very strong, but it didn't matter.

Running around the village with a bucket, Changsun Hong was already out of breath, sweat flowed down like a waterfall, and the sackcloth on his body was as wet as if he had been fished out of the water.

The eldest grandson Hong smiled and said that he was carrying water.

The people who saw it were even more strange, did they run around the village with empty buckets carrying water?

The eldest grandson also ignored them, rested for a while, and ran again, the swinging bucket made the running more difficult, making him extremely laborious, and he gritted his teeth and persevered, round and round.

By the end of the fifth lap, Changsun Hong was as tired as a dog, and he staggered to the edge of the well, lying on the edge of the well and panting.

Before he could catch his breath, the dog carried two buckets and came to the well.

"Erlang!" At a glance, he saw Changsun Hong, who was lying there like a dead dog, and exclaimed, "What's wrong with you? ”

"Martial arts." Changsun Hong rolled his eyes and said, "Are you coming?" ”

The dog looked at his appearance, panting like pulling a bellows, as if he had run hundreds of miles and collapsed from exhaustion, scratching his scalp blankly, and wondering: "Practicing martial arts? What kind of martial arts is this practice? ”

"Less nonsense!" The eldest grandson Hong said weakly: "My second uncle said that if you want to achieve his kind of kung fu, this is the foundation, will you come?" If you don't come, I'll practice on my own. ”

The dog raised for a while, and he scratched his head and couldn't think of what kind of martial arts he practiced by lying on the edge of the well, but he only hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely straightened his chest and said: "Practice!" Why don't you practice? Be sure to practice! ”

Then he changed his words, lowered his voice and approached Changsun Hong: "But how to practice?" There are a lot of people here, and if you see it like this, you will lose people. ”

"What are you afraid of being ashamed of practicing martial arts." The eldest grandson Hong said: "Get up early tomorrow morning, wait for me at the door of my house, remember, bring your bucket." ”

"Oh." The dog nodded, and although he still didn't understand, he still agreed.

"Now, help me get two buckets of water, I don't have the strength." Changsun Hong ordered, pointing to the two buckets beside him.

The dog obediently fetched two buckets of water, looked at Changsun Hong, and asked, "Do you want me to help you pick it back?" ”

"No!" Changsun Hong gritted his teeth, bent down his shoulders, and used his strength to pick up the bucket with a flat pole: "I'll come by myself!" ”

He staggered to his feet, and for a moment the heavy bucket almost bent his waist, and the dog was beside him, almost reaching out to help him, but seeing him hold on hard, he stood up straight again.

The bucket full of water is not the same thing as the empty bucket just now, and with Changsun Hong's current physical strength, it is impossible to run anymore. He slumped his shoulders, hunched his body, and carried two buckets full of water, and began to walk in the direction of home step by step.

The dog stood by the well and looked at it in a daze for a while, until the back of the eldest grandson Hong disappeared at the end of the road, and he touched his chin and pondered for a long time before he shook his head and said abruptly: "Hmph, I will follow you tomorrow morning, I don't believe that your second uncle taught you so." ”