Chapter 3: The road to study is long and diligent

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the family ate dumplings, Zhao Xiaorong's only night lit the oil lamp, the jumping flames flashed and flashed, scattering the red Tongtong fire all over the hall, Zhao Xiaorong's family of six sat around the oil lamp in a daze, Zhao Li also washed the thick bowl of eating dumplings, looked at Zhao Xiaorong, Zhao Qiqian and his eldest son Zhao Fenglin, and said softly: "After tonight, Fengjie will be nine years old, it is time to consider Jie'er's future livelihood." Jirong sighed long: "Mom and Dad died early, I, the eldest brother, was both a brother and a father, and finally dragged the second child to grow up, but I am incompetent, the second child is still thirty years old and still has not a family, and the eldest son is not small; Zhao Jiqian looked at her brother and nephew, and also let out a long sigh without saying a word. The eldest son, Zhao Fenglin, looked at his father and uncle, and said: "I know that my family is poor and angry, but have you ever thought about it, why is our family angry? That is, there is no one in our family who can read and write, and none of the immediate relatives have been an official and a half-job, either a coachman or a stonemason, how can we not be popular, I think we can bear with it, I am nearly twenty years old, and I can't study and practice martial arts, but Fengjie is just the right age, we should let him go to school to study or practice martial arts." ”

Zhao Fenglin's words were thought-provoking, Zhao Jiqian said: "Fenglin said well just now, if Fengjie is allowed to learn stonemasonry, our family will never have any hope of rising, for the future of the family, we can't let Fengjie go down the road like ours! Zhao Fengjie looked at the second uncle with tears in her eyes, and her heart was extremely moved, the second uncle postponed the marriage date for me, and I must thank him for my future development. Zhao Jirong pondered silently, and said: "It is said that the literature is poor and the martial arts are rich, and the cost of practicing martial arts is far greater than learning literature, I think it is better to let him study literature, and send him to the private school in the village after the New Year, and read for a year or two, not just open his eyes and be blind." ”

Zhao Jirong made a conclusion, and after the eighth day of the first month, Zhao Li took the neatly dressed Zhao Fengjie to the Zhao family school in the village to meet Zhao Jixian, "Uncle Xian, this is my youngest son Fengjie, who is nine years old this year, and wants to read some sage books with you." "Zhao Jixian took the wind and clean, knelt and bowed in the face of the portrait of the holy master, which was regarded as entering school, as for Shu Xiu, Zhao Jixian said that he would receive wheat in the afternoon and send a hundred catties of wheat.

Zhao Fengjie Tianzi is smart, never forget, won the favor of Zhao Jixian, more than 20 classmates in the school, divided into three factions, with the village chief's son Zhao Fenglong, gathering wind and rain, wind stop, wind and sand, etc., Zhao Fengwu, the second son of the village tyrant Zhao Fengchong, gathering style, Fengle, Feng Biao and other factions, every day after school to wrestle in the wheat field, fighting, the third faction is headed by Zhao Fengyun's brother Fengquan, they only study, never fight, and do not participate in the war of the other two factions.

Zhao Fengjie entered the class late, but hard work, coupled with talent, soon became the best student in the whole school, the day was just bright, Zhao Fengjie took the book to the city gate, around the city wall to run a circle, some people say, the city wall is ten miles cold eight steps, the first three months Zhao Fengjie ran harder, after it was very easy, and then asked his mother to make two twenty pounds of sandbags, tied to the legs to run, after running, just by the moat, facing the turquoise river, Langlang read. After eating the breakfast prepared by my mother, I went to the village school to study and attend classes, rain or shine.

Time flies, two years have passed, Mr. Zhao Jixian has nothing to teach, he went to Fengjie's house, found Zhao Jirong and said: "Ling Lang Tianzi is outstanding, and know that hard work, I am shallow in learning, there is nothing to teach, after the New Year, you can send Fengjie to apply for the county public Wenxian Xuezhen." Ji Rong thanked: "Thank you Mr. for teaching, after the New Year, I will send Fengjie into the county school." Zhao Fengxian returned happily.