The people in the village are talking about the grandson newly recognized by Wang Yuanqing's old lady's family as a strange person, and it is very strange just by hearing the name, called Wang Mai. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info A few days ago, when I was still on crutches, I couldn't stop hanging around the village. The hair is even more strange, for such an old person, the hair is as short as a child. The tone of his speech is also weird, and he often says things that others can't understand. Some people in the village say that he is a scholar, so it is very strange, but the old lady Wang is also a scholar, why can we understand? The strange man seemed to be surprised to see everything, and asked here and there. But it's polite to see anyone.,There's no shelf of a reader at all.。

Isn't this just on this day, Wang Mai actually chatted for a long time with Wang Fugui, the stupid son of the widow's family at the head of the village. When he was leaving, he gave him the cake he was carrying in his arms, not a strange person, who can talk to a fool for a long time!

Although the old man's house is not as magnificent as that of a high-ranking family, it is much better than the ordinary thatched huts in the countryside, and it is the only family in the whole village with green tiles on the roof, and the rest of the village has thatched and mud roofs.

"Wheat, it's back." Mrs. Wang was washing a bundle of wild vegetables with a bamboo basket, "Your feet are just right, don't walk outside for too long." ”

"Grandmother, my feet are fine now, and it is still a little good to exercise more." Wang Mai grabbed a handful of wild vegetables from the basket, pinched off the roots with his fingernails, and rinsed them with water and put them into the clay bowl on the side, "By the way, where did my grandfather go?" ”

"After eating, there is no shadow, and I am not afraid of heat stroke on a hot day." The eldest lady complained twice, "Your feet are not well, don't squat with my old woman, let's go to the house to rest, just come to these rough work grandmothers." After a few words, the old lady said that she would not let him interfere with anything.

After coming to this world, Wang Mai found that the materials in this world were extremely scarce. Let's take vegetables as an example, eggplants, beans, spinach, and tomatoes everywhere in later generations are all gone, and ordinary people dig wild vegetables for food all year round. Mrs. Wang said that in the years when he was an official, the most eaten vegetable was sunflower, and in winter there was a radish like a vegetable called cranberry. When Wang Mai asked about the radish and cabbage, which should have been the most common in the north, the old lady shook his head, not knowing what these two dishes were. At this time, most of people's meals are mainly boiled, and a bowl of vegetable soup and a corn cake are already a delicacy of well-off families. Fortunately, in SD counties, due to the proximity of the sea, there is no shortage of salt, but the quality of salt is very poor, due to the lack of purification technology, the salt eaten by ordinary people now contains more impurities.

Wang Mai returned to the house and carefully removed a yellowed notebook from the bookcase. The old lady was born in a family of cultivators and scholars, and what she was most proud of was the collection of books in this cabinet. Some of these books have been passed down for hundreds of years, and the old lady regards them as treasures, and more of them were copied by the collection of relatives and friends when he was young.

He couldn't read most of the books, but he learned the most common words. A few days ago, Wang Mai happily took a pair of his calligraphy works to the old man for appreciation, and almost made the old man angry. Wang Mai looked left and right, and felt that what he imitated was similar to the calligraphy, and he didn't know why the old man was so atmospheric. "There is no wind and bones", the old man commented.

The brush dipped in water on the wooden board to copy the word sticker a few times, no way this year, a side of the inkstone is not cheap, the old man himself said that his good hand is a teenager with this method to practice. I can't write well, and I still use ink, which is an insult to calligraphy. Later, I heard the old man mention that the famous book saint Wang Xizhi was his distant relative, and the old Wang family should have been born to write a good hand.

"Yes, there is progress!" Because I was so engrossed in copying, I don't know when the old man will come back.

"Grandfather ......"

"Your feet are just right, don't stand all the time." The old man waved his hand, "Today I went to the market to sell millet, and by the way, I bought a lamb leg bone and came back, just stewed it for you to replenish your body." ”

"Although my family is not rich, this year's harvest is good." Wang Mai was just about to speak, but the old man interrupted him, "Our old couple is already half buried in the loess, you will still have a long life in the future, if your leg falls into some disease, it will be a lifetime." ”

If there are too many words of gratitude, it will become hypocrisy, and Wang Mai can only nod his head in a teachable manner.

At dinner, I found that there was a big bowl of mutton and white flour porridge in front of me, but the old man and the old lady only had a few mutton bones in the bowl, a few wild vegetables floating on the clear soup, and one person held a piece of corn cake in his hand.

"I know that you are not used to eating coarse tea and light rice in the countryside, and the injury on your foot has not healed, so I went to the city today and changed you to half a catty of white noodles, eat it!"

A few tears of unassailable tears fell into the bowl, and I couldn't help but think of when I was a child in the countryside, my grandparents who were still alive at that time also took out things for him to eat. Wang Mai gulped the rice into his mouth to hide his out-of-control emotions.

"A manly man, crying and crying, and not afraid of being laughed at?" The old man's words interrupted his memories.

"You old man......" the old lady muttered, then turned her head to look at Wang Mai with concern, "Wheat, why are you crying so well?" ”

"I'm fine, I just think of my grandfather and grandmother who passed away, and they used to treat me very well like the second elder."

"Thinking of the deceased relatives and tears, human nature, filial piety is commendable." The old man nodded appreciatively.

"Okay, okay, okay, since it's okay, let's eat quickly, don't get cold for a while." The old lady urged.

"The foot injury is gone, I wonder what you plan to do in the future?" After eating, the old man and Wang Mai talked in the courtyard in the bright moonlight.

"I'm going to go to the city tomorrow and see if there are any errands I can do." Although the corn has just been harvested, there is still some grain in the family, but there is one more person in the family, and it is not a way to sit and eat all day long.

The old lady scoffed at this statement, "It was a peaceful season, and now there is a shortage of soldiers, and I don't know how many shops in Licheng have closed." Besides, how can you be committed to lowly businessmen after studying hard for many years, wouldn't you be laughing and generous? ”

Understood, the old man is a complete professional discriminator. Wang Mai finally remembered that the status of the businessman written in the history books is indeed not high, but you are too much for a farmer who can't even eat enough to look down on other people's big fish and meat.

"But my grandson really doesn't have any skills except for knowing a few words, and I'm not good at farming, so I can't always sit at home and eat nothing."

"Agriculture is the foundation of the country. There are still dozens of acres of fertile land at home, which are enough for you to have children and reproduce. "It turns out that the old man wants me to be a farmer," Wang Mai thought. But this year's farming is purely dependent on the sky for food, and it is okay to meet a good year, but if it catches up with the famine, the ability of small families to resist risks is too poor, and they can only sell their houses and land for a bite to eat, and finally become proletarians. Moreover, although Wang Mai was born in a rural family in later generations, he was basically never born to do farm work, and he was truly industrious and indistinguishable from grains. Now if he wants to carry a hoe in the field to eat in this era when there are no chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and there are no agricultural machinery, isn't this his life?

"Grandfather, I have no other relatives in this world, it was you who saved me, and the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated. Now that my injuries are basically fine, I can't help but let your second elder work for me, so I want to find a way out. One can be self-reliant, and the other can also repay the kindness of your two elders in the future. ”

"I'm used to coarse tea and light rice, as long as I have a bite to eat, I can live. Your days will be long in the future, and now the war is in chaos, and there is no peace outside. Why don't you plant a good field, but go to a lowly businessman to wag his tail and beg for food? Wang Mai really couldn't understand why the ancients turned their backs to express their emotions when they spoke, and as a modern person, he never felt that there was any high or low work, as long as he could support himself with labor, he should not be looked down upon.

"What are you talking about?" The old lady walked out of the house, "I think what Mai said is right, people live for a lifetime, isn't it food and clothing, I have been married to you for more than 30 years, and I haven't lived a good life for a few days." The wheat child has no calluses on his hands, and he has not suffered any hardships at first glance. ”

"Humph! Woman's view! The old man shook his hand and walked into the house.

This grandfather not only discriminates against businessmen, but also against women, and he will definitely be the target of being killed by netizens in the future generations, Wang Maixin said.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, Wang Mai put on his clothes and prepared to enter the city. Pushing open the door, I found a stack of copper coins in front of the door, and counted them, exactly twenty. Wang Mai put away the copper coins, went to the old lady's house, and walked straight out of the courtyard.

"Brother Wheat, Brother Wheat, why did you come? I've been waiting for you for half an hour. Fugui complained.

"I slept late last night, let's go!" Wang Mai looked at Fugui, who was half a head taller than him, and said. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a thirteen-year-old child would grow so tall, Wang Mai himself was nearly 1.8 meters, compared to the two, this wealth was afraid that it would not be less than 1.9 meters, if in the 21st century, this kid was born a basketball player. Although this child looks thin, but it is also because of poor nutrition, but Fugui's strength is not small at all, Wang Mai personally watched him carry two large bags of millet home from the grain field, and his feet ran vigorously.

Fugui's father went to the front line during the three expeditions to Goryeo and did not come back, leaving only the rich and noble mothers to rely on each other. Over the years, Fugui's mother has finally pulled him up, but Fugui is really too big, and the food at home is always not enough. Fugui's mother taught him to pretend to be stupid, so that the villagers saw that her mother and son were pitiful, and sometimes they would give him a bite to eat.