"When I left home and returned to my eldest child, my hometown accent has not changed, and my sideburns have declined; Children don't know each other, smile and ask the fat man who are you! ”

Zhou Sheng almost clenched his fists and listened, the front one was not bad, and he read it very smoothly, but like last time, the last sentence suddenly popped out of a critical blow, making Zhou angry Don't want it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhou's face changed, and he let go of the arm that grabbed Zhou Sheng, this time he also knew that he couldn't protect Zhou An anymore, she had heard Zhou Sheng read this poem, where did it come from.

grabbed Zhou An, Zhou Sheng picked up a wooden stick on the side, directly ripped off Zhou An's pants, exposed his buttocks, and then beat him violently!

"Daddy, what are you doing? Mother, save me! ”

Zhou An sensed that something was wrong, and shouted at Zhou.

But it was too late, and Zhou Sheng's stick fell down and hit Zhou An's ass hard.

The stick in Zhou Sheng's hand is not an ordinary wooden stick, but a stick commonly known as a golden stick. The golden stick is a peculiar tree, straight and seldom stuttering or turning, and it is thin and long, and it is particularly tough. The characteristics are the same as the whip, it hurts especially on the body, and a little force can leave a blood mark on the body, and the skin is not broken!

This golden stick is used by many families at home, so in the southwest region, there is a saying: "good people come out of the golden stick", which shows its power!

After brushing a few times, there were already a few more blood marks on Zhou An's buttocks, but Zhou Sheng didn't choose to stop: "Tell you to go to the Qinglou and redeem you, you are the Oiran when you are you?" ”

"Daddy, I was wrong, I was wrong, woo woo......"

Listening to Zhou Sheng's words, Zhou An quickly realized that he was wrong, and immediately began to choke and beg for mercy.

"And ask the fat man who are you, right? That's the book you read to me? ”

Usually Zhou Sheng is very conniving with Zhou An, but today he used the family method, and it was heavier than the other!

At this time, Zhou was also sobbing again, wiping his tears, and he didn't mean to step forward to help Zhou An.

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The next day, Gao Zhong came to the yellow cypress tree, took the brush in his hand, and took out the rotten bowl that was placed under the yellow cypress tree, ready to continue practicing writing.

The reason why Gao Zhong took the rotten bowl was that no one would take it away if it was placed under the tree, and he didn't have to run back and forth with it, even if he lost it here, he wouldn't feel distressed.

But the scene in front of him today surprised Gao Zhong, the stone slab that was placed here yesterday was gone, and someone took it away!

Helpless, Gao Zhong could only find a wooden board from again and again to continue to contact the writer.

After a while, Yang Sanlao also went to the yellow cypress tree, and when he found that the slate was missing, he had a temper, this is the slate where Master Wenqu Xing had written words, and it was also the place where Gao Zhong practiced calligraphy.

So Yang Sanlao angrily searched the entire village, and checked door to door, but he didn't even find a shadow.

However, Gao Zhong didn't care about this, for him there was only one place to write, so he continued to practice on the stone tablet.

Zhang Youke didn't care about his ink treasure being taken away, especially when he saw that Gao Zhong was still practicing writing.

Seeing that the two parties didn't care about this matter at all, Yang Sanlao returned to his position angrily and continued to think about whether he would sleep here at night.

In the next month, Gao Zhong continued to practice calligraphy, from morning to night, as long as he had time, he would practice writing, and after a month of hard work, this character had been written decently, but Zhang Youke was still a little dissatisfied, so Gao Zhong continued to practice.

"These rice papers have been yellowed, it's useless to keep them, and they're lost!"

Zhang Youke took out a stack of rice paper, handed it to the little scholar, and said to the scholar.

The scholar picked up the rice paper and smiled, what did his eldest young master want to do Now the little scholar has understood: "Yes, young master." But how can this be written without ink and paper? ”

"Then I don't want this ink block. casually tell the kid outside that I will go back to Fuzhou tomorrow for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and ask him to rest for a few days. Well, by the way, I also informed Yang Sanlao and asked him to take care of my bamboo house. ”

Zhang Youke looked at the ink block on the table, and then handed it to the scholar.

The scholar took the ink block and walked out of the room and walked towards Gao Zhong.

The little scholar walked out of the bamboo house with the rice paper, and then put the rice paper in front of Gao Zhong: "This rice paper is no longer wanted, and this is the ink block that the master doesn't want." ”

Taking the rice paper and the module in the little scholar's hand, Gao Zhong shook his body towards the bamboo house, he already understood that this piece of paper and Ke meant that he could start practicing calligraphy with paper.

Yang Sanlao on the side saw that Gao Zhong had got the paper, drank tea happily, and nodded.

It's August now, and there is still nearly half a year to go before the children's exam, when the exam begins. Now that Gao Zhong has practiced the characters well, and with Zhang Youke's guidance in the half a year after solving it, it should not be a problem to deal with a little boy's test.

"The day after tomorrow is August 15, the eldest young master and I are going back to Fuzhou, and the eldest young master will also tell you to rest for a few days, but don't be too slack!"

The scholar reminded Gao Zhong.

Gao Zhong nodded, the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, Gao Qiaoer has also prepared a lot of things at home these days, prepared for the Mid-Autumn Festival, Gao Wei also returned home a few days ago, busy with the festival.

After finishing speaking, the little scholar returned to the bamboo house, began to help Zhang Youke get some clothes, and was busy going home.

Gao Zhong continued to practice writing under the yellow cypress tree, and waited until the evening when Zhang Youke's scholar began to cook on the fire before walking in the direction of his home.

Zhang and Ke gave a lot of rice paper, and with a thick step, Gao Zhong was a little hard to hold alone.

These rice papers are all good, the paper is white, just because of the heavy rain some time ago the bamboo house also has some leakage, the raindrops fell on the rice paper, because it is the rainy season, it is natural that the rice paper is a little yellow, of course, this is only a few pieces of paper.

Walking in the countryside with rice paper in his arms, this scene immediately attracted the villagers who were working around.

This thing is a treasure of gold and precious in the village, and the villagers generally only know that it is used by scholars, and they rarely see it. If you need paper at home, you generally use rough paper, which is far from rice paper.

Although the rice paper in Gao Zhong's hand looked a little yellow, after all, this was rice paper, which naturally made many villagers look sideways.

"This Zhong baby, luckily, actually walked with Wenquxing, so many babies Wenquxing took a fancy to this one......"

A peasant woman put down the farm tools in her hand, hugged the hoe and said unwillingly.

"That's right, I heard the third elder say, this Gao Zhong learns quickly, Master Wenquxing is happy, why do you think my baby wants to sleep after listening to Master Wenquxing's words?"

Zhang Youke's teaching, many people in the village also participated, but the results were all known, everyone heard Zhang Youke's voice and fell asleep, even adults were no exception.

Can you read in such an environment?

So for the sake of the child, all the parents let their children go to the school.

The only one left was Gao Zhong, but I didn't expect that after just over a month, Gao Zhong had already won Zhang You's love, and even gave Gao Zhong this fine rice paper.

"It's all fate, this Gao family baby is also hard enough, now a few acres of thin fields, even life is a problem, I can only rely on this baby to fight hard."

There is no news in the farmer's house that cannot be transmitted, and the farmer's family will gossip when the farmer is idle or busy.

Therefore, almost every family in the farmer's house has no secrets, but the farmers around the Gao family are very clear about what happened to the Gao family, who is right and who is wrong.

"But why him?"

Although he took pity on Gao Zhong's situation, the peasant family still looked at Gao Zhong with a strong sense of vinegar, why are so many children in the village not their own children?

Gao Zhong continued to walk in the direction of going home with rice paper, and as he walked, he didn't forget to greet them with a smile when he saw people he knew on the slope: "Aunt Wang! ”

Gao Zhong has a smile on his face every time he speaks, and when he speaks, he is full of energy and spirit, although his voice is a little childish, but it makes people feel very sincere!