Master Zhou's class is still rigid and boring, he shook his head and walked around on the ground paved with green bricks, reciting the words in the book, saying the meaning, deep and difficult to understand, are some big truths, can make people's ears out of the cocoon.

It's better to practice words, Changsun Hong likes to write, soft pen calligraphy is more complicated than hard pen calligraphy, although it is more cumbersome, but it is much more interesting, the soft wool nib swims on the paper, splashes ink, and there is a wonderful feeling in it.

It's like you're making a picture.

Therefore, in the afternoon practice time, Changsun Hong was very happy, he carefully followed the calligraphy provided by Zhou Fuzi to learn the characters, stroke by stroke carefully outlined, and his attitude was very correct, so that Zhou Fuzi was very satisfied.

He touched his beard, looked at Changsun Hong and nodded uncontrollably, with a smile on his face, since Changsun Hong wrote the song "Drunk and Down" amazingly, his status in Zhou Fuzi's mind has completely changed.

Genius, Master Zhou thought. How many people can make such atmospheric words at this age? I'm afraid that the second son of the Su family in this dynasty doesn't have this ability, right? The lyrics and works that they became famous for were all spread after they became adults, and they didn't hear of any great works before they reached the weak crown.

He looked at Changsun Hong, who was writing seriously, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, the only fly in the ointment was that this kid was too weak to Jingyi, and he basically didn't know anything about it, which was quite a headache.

No, I finally came across a piece of jade, how can I not carve it carefully and send him to become a talent? The ancients were full of peach and plums all over the world, and talents were all over the world, and they couldn't do this themselves, but they could do it by sending a usable person to the imperial court.

Turning his head, Zhou Fuzi saw Li Wen and the three of them who were grinding their skin and rubbing their itches, fidgeting, and obviously impatient.

These three guys are extremely resistant to writing, although the paper and pen they use are many times more expensive than that of Changsun Honglai, but the words they write are ghostly peach charms, and they know that there is no calm strength at a glance.

Alas, I'm afraid there is no hope. Master Zhou shook his head, took out the ring ruler, and asked the three of them to hand over the written words with a tiger face.

So, when he left school, Changsun Hong left the Li Mansion again in the sound of intimate contact between the ring ruler and the flesh and skin.

There is money in the bag, and there is no panic in the heart.

Carrying a money bag containing 300 copper coins, Changsun Hong's steps were obviously much steady, and the 300 Wen was made up by the three Li Wen brothers during the lunch break, because Changsun Hong said that if he can't receive the money today, he won't talk about it in the future.

Walking along the village road, Changsun Hong did not go home, but walked in the direction of the huge plane tree at the entrance of the village.

Under the tree is a shady open space, there is a wooden sign of Lijia Village, the villagers who go in and out like to settle down here to rest, occasionally the wooden card is pasted with the official document sent down by the county government, the villagers gather there, listen to the literate people read out loud, generally are decrees, hanging red and the like, everyone listened to it calmly, and then everyone chatted with each other and said hello, but this moment is the busy time, no one under the tree.

The eldest grandson waited here for a while, lay down in the shade of the tree and fell asleep, and it didn't take long for him to be woken up by the dog.

"Erlang, if you don't go back to study, what are you doing here?" The dog carried a load of dry wood cut from the mountain, and asked strangely, "If the master sees you, you will die." ”

"The Master will not come out at this time." Changsun Hong stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and said with a smile: "I'm waiting for you." ”

"Wait for me?" The dog was stunned for a moment, and then rejoiced: "Is your second uncle going to teach us kung fu?" Wait, I'll carry the firewood home and I'll go with you!" ”

The eldest grandson shrugged and said, "My second uncle is still in the field." ”

"Then what are I going to do?" The dog was confused, put down the burden of firewood, wiped the sweat from his face, he had just returned from carrying a load, his swarthy face flushed in the sun, and the peasant's true color was shining.

The children of poor families have long been in charge, the dog has no father who is upright, and the family's land rent has not been exempted by Li Guanren, and the family is tired and tired, so they rely on those few acres of land to live, of course it is not possible, the output of the soil is not enough to cover the food rations of a family of five for a year, or the kind of two meals a day.

So the dog has to engage in a side business, but the family has no money to spare, no capital to borrow to buy piglets, lambs and other livestock, and it is impossible to buy silkworm seeds, spinning threads and other things, all he has, only strength, calculated and calculated, only to collect firewood to sell a way.

Every day, when he got up and helped his father and brother in the fields, he went up to the mountains to cut wood, tied it up securely, and after a certain time, he picked it up and sold it in the village where there were many people, and there were always rich people who came to buy it, and although the price was low, he could always make a little money.

Every article, for dogs, is precious.

So, when Changsun Hong took out the money bag and counted out a hundred wen from it, the dog's eyes widened wider than the copper bell.

"This, this, this, yes, what?" Because of the nervousness, the dog's face became pale, his tongue became bigger, and he stammered and shook for a long time.

"It's for you, take it to deal with Li Yi's bastard." The eldest grandson put away the rest of the money and said to the dog: "If the tax is not paid, he will still come to find trouble, my father is not in the village every day, in case he robs something, it will not be easy to come back." ”

"No, I, I am, mean, where did you get so much money?" The dog's face was sweaty again, and he held a heavy hundred Wen in both hands, and his stuttering became more and more serious: "Give, give, give, give?" ”

"It's not promising, look at you like that!" Changsun Hong saw that he couldn't find a pocket that could hold money on the tattered linen clothes on his body, so he had no choice but to take out the cloth bag containing the four treasures of the study room from the jacket on his body, put one hundred wen for him, and put it in his hand.

"You, you, you're going to grab something?" The dog blinked and came up with the most probable possibility.

"Nope." Changsun Hong replied simply: "A good person gave it, don't ask, take it back to your father." ”

"No way!" The dog said resolutely, holding the cloth bag tightly with both hands: "My father asked me where the money came from, and I said that the eldest grandson Erlang gave it, he would kill me--- who would give you so much money?" ”

Changsun Hong sighed helplessly, patted the dog's shoulder, leaned over and whispered: "Okay, let's not hide it, this is the money from the last sale of salt, my father asked me to give you some first, the salt is not sold, and when it is sold, I will give you the rest of what you deserve." ”

This explanation is credible, the dog's face suddenly soothed a lot, in his opinion, the money obtained from selling smuggled salt is much more down-to-earth than the money obtained by Changsun Hong's unknown source is very likely to be abducted and stolen by going to the pit, he said happily: "Even so, then I will accept it, Erlang, thank you father for me." ”

Changsun Hong nodded and ordered, "Take it back quickly, don't lose it." ”

The dog happily picked up the burden of firewood and ran, like a happy foal, galloping on the village road, and replied as he ran: "Okay, I can't lose it!" ”

Changsun Hong stood under the plane tree, watching the figure of the dog jumping into the distance on the village road, smiling and laughing, suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly: "Don't forget, come to me tomorrow morning and bring your bucket!" ”

In the distance, the dog waved his hand into the sky, signaling that he understood.