The food of the poor is simple. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info fist-sized multigrain steamed buns, a little pickles, and a rich point at most get a wild vegetable soup, just a taste.

Food is a rare thing, and so is salt, two meals a day, and I don't dare to eat more at each meal, just five or six minutes full. If you are hungry when you work in the field, you can find some wild vegetables and fruits that can be eaten raw and wash them. Compared with being hungry, face is more important, which makes no difference whether the family is poor or rich.

The living conditions in Nanshan Village are not bad, and you don't have to worry too much about eating in Zhongnanshan, even if you have meat from time to time, you can get a meal. There are a lot of government soldiers in the village, more than half of the more than 20 households, and the kung fu under his hands is naturally good. Three or five of them went into the mountains in a group, and even the wild boars could be cleaned up. The villagers are not so particular about it, and whoever gets the meat will share a little bit, and each family will satisfy their hunger. From the perspective of food alone, the conditions in Nanshan Village are much better than those in Chang'an. Don't look at Chang'an as a prosperous imperial capital, there are many people who have a meal but not a meal.

The entire Nanshan Village has two meals in the morning and evening, only Wei Xuan has three meals a day, and if he sleeps late, he has to eat a supper. The habits that have been cultivated over the years are impossible to break easily, not to mention that Wei Xuan has not become interesting. Fortunately, he doesn't have to worry too much about food, and the people in the village go into the mountains to hunt and get something every day. A rabbit, a pheasant, into the pot to boil the soup tastes pretty good. It's just that there is no smell of salt, and Wei Xuan swore never to touch that thing the moment he saw the vinegar cloth, let alone throw it into the pot and shake it.

I woke up in the morning, fetched water and washed up, tidied up my hair and clothes, and went out with my legs in my hand. The room was too small, with only two chairs and a table of eight immortals, and at most one bed was full. The table is a place for writing and reading, and it is not possible to eat. Uncle Wu helped Wei Xuan build another shed on the west wall outside the house, and there were stone tables and stone benches in the shed, which was the place to eat.

Every day is like this, Wei Xuan has just gone out on his front foot, and the old couple of the Wu family are already preparing to eat at the stone table. Because of teaching the children in the village to learn Chinese and characters, Wei Xuan's food standards are very high, and even the old couple of the Wu family are also stained. A bowl of porridge, two plates of pickles, a bowl of sliced bacon, sometimes the bacon is replaced with last night's leftovers, looking at the misty cooking smoke rising in the village almost at the same time, the artistic conception is very high.

The children came early, and often Wei Xuan arrived before he finished eating. It's all eaten at home, so you don't have to worry about it. Although he saw that the food on the stone table was drooling, no one came forward. Wei Xuan never meant not to let the children eat, and it was obvious that they had been specially ordered by the family to do this. Although they are all bitter villagers, there is really nothing to say about this teacher, even Wei Xuan is just a fourteen-year-old child.

After eating, drinking saliva, getting up and going to his seat in the courtyard, naturally someone will put away the homework left yesterday. Two or three pieces of straw paper, with a total of ten big characters on them, are to be handed in every day.

Take it, look through it carefully, praise it for being well-written, and don't reprimand for writing poorly, and by the way, your face will sink, and naturally someone will clean up these little naughty ghosts. It wasn't like this before, but since Wei Xuan asked students to teach homework every morning, parents were also on the side.

There is a filial son under the stick, and the people of Nanshan Village think so.

Students sit in the courtyard, and the courtyard is full of parents. didn't dare to disturb Wei Xuan, and deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke. If your children behave well, and the parents have light on their faces, the whole person will feel different, and they will be very arrogant and majestic. But if he saw Wei Xuan's black face, he exploded at that time, glared at his child viciously, and was so frightened that he couldn't raise his head, and he had no desire to talk to others. There is no light on the face, what else is there to say?

Naturally, it was impossible for the villagers to stay outside the courtyard all the time, and the sun rose a little and dispersed, and Wei Xuan also began to lecture. The whole day, in the morning, in the afternoon, to go home and rest a little, the school is not heavy, but no one is late, whether it is smart or a little slow to react. Wei Xuan naturally couldn't dislike this, so it saved him a lot of effort.

After teaching a paragraph of "Disciple Rules" and assigning homework, Wei Xuan waved his hand and the children dispersed as birds and beasts. It is the age of playfulness, and it is impossible to expect them to study seriously, let alone be wild. No one answered, they all went back by themselves, but this situation made Wei Xuan sigh for a while.

Even if he didn't really know why he was emotional, he had forgotten something in his head, and this was one of them.

The people in the village did not do much activity at night, and they used to rest when it was dark, and few people moved. Wei Xuan sometimes thinks that this may be the reason why there are many children in the village. Now it's different, a little light flashes through the window paper, and everyone with children in the family is like this.

Wei Xuan didn't light the oil lamp, his eyes would be sour after looking at it for a long time, and more often he would sit alone on the stone bench under the shed. When there is moonlight, I use the moonlight to look at writing and writing, and when there is no light, I drink a little wine. This treatment is unique in Nanshan Village, and every time someone in the village enters the city, they will bring a small altar to Wei Xuan, and now there is a lot of it. Wei Xuan was also thinking about whether to plant some peach trees, pine and bamboo next to the yard when he was free, and bury or sell the wine under the trees or pour it into the bamboo. Wei Xuan can also be regarded as a literati, and it is strange not to do such "elegant" things.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date; Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. Wei Xuan took a sip of the altar and whispered a poem that was appropriate to the occasion, and he was full of melancholy. Tonight on the sixteenth, the moon hung high in the sky, and there were no clouds to cover it, and the moonlight was sprinkled unscrupulously, as if it were daytime. According to the past, Tian Weixuan like this would definitely have to write something, but today is different.

The sixth day of October is Wei Xuan's birthday.

This Wei Xuan remembers it very clearly, and after so many times in the past, he naturally can't forget it. In the past, there were cakes, delicious food, friends, and family on his birthday, but now he is alone. didn't tell anyone else, Wei Xuan knew very well that if he said it, the people in the village would definitely celebrate him.

Special days require special treatment, Wei Xuan has always thought so, and he has done so. Since I used to be lively on my birthday in the past, this time it's a little cleaner and chic.

The alcohol is not high, although the body has not yet grown, and the five or six altars will not be drunk, but the stomach is a little swollen. Since the first time he drank in Nanshan Village, Wei Xuan found that the more he drank this wine, the more sober he became, and he didn't look like he was drunk from the first three drinks, and the more sober he was, the faster his brain turned, and many things he couldn't remember would be remembered, even if he just glanced at it before, it seemed to be right in front of him. This made Wei Xuan very curious, but he knew that he didn't have this ability before. But that's fine, now that I'm a teacher, I have the ability to improve the ink in my stomach as much as possible. If this is not the case, Wei Xuan would not be able to talk about "Disciple Rules", even "Thousand Character Text" and "Three Character Classic" would not be able to remember it completely, let alone teach others.

"It's so bright today, why didn't Mr. Xiao write, but started drinking?"

Wei Xuan wiped out the sixth jar of wine, and as soon as he opened the mud seal of the seventh jar, he heard someone talking, and couldn't help but feel strange. Every day like this time, he is very quiet here, the old couple of the Wu family have already rested, and no one will come. And "little gentleman" is the name of Wei Xuan by the people in the village, and it must be the people in the village who can call him so. Following the prestige, I took a closer look through the moonlight, and I lost my brain now, and I recognized it in an instant.

Wei Xuan, who knew him, was very casual, took out a jar of wine and put it on the stone table, and said, "It's strange, Brother Li, why did you come to me?" ”

This Brother Li's name is Li Chang, the eldest son of the Li family in the village, in his early twenties, and he is a soldier in Chang'an. When Wei Xuan first came, Li Chang was still serving in the army, and he just came back not long ago, but he was forced back by Old Man Li to get married, and he and Wei Xuan only met a few times, and there was no intersection, so they didn't know each other well. Therefore, Li Chang was very surprised that Wei Xuan could recognize him, and said immediately: "Mr. Xiao is a scholar after all, and his memory is really good." The allusion to the 'half-faced' you talked about in the first two days is probably nothing more than that. ”

"Hahahaha...... Brother Li is really good at talking. Everyone likes to hear good words, Wei Xuan's mood immediately improved when he was praised like this, "Sit down, sit down, since you are here, accompany me to drink a little." It's just that you have to be quieter, Uncle Wu and they are asleep, and it's not good to quarrel. ”

"Nature, nature." Li Chang agreed, sat opposite Wei Xuan, picked up the wine jar and took a sip, very happy, "This wine is good, it looks like Guo Ji in Chang'an East City." ”

"Yes, I tasted it after just one sip, and it seems that I don't usually drink it secretly in the army."

"That's not possible, alcohol is forbidden in the army, but if you drink it, you will be punished with a rod for thirty, I don't want to suffer for myself." Li Chang seemed to be frightened, and immediately shook his head again and again, seeing that Wei Xuan was happy again, and secretly said that it was better to drink this wine with others, and he was still a little less angry when he poured himself a drink.

Li saw Wei Xuan with a smile on his face, and he didn't know that he was wet from drinking with his head, so he couldn't help but smile slightly, and said: "I didn't expect that Mr. Xiao was not only good at learning, but also not bad at drinking. But Brother Li, I can't figure out one thing, I don't know if Mr. Xiao can tell me? ”

"But it's okay to say, it's okay to know everything, and it's me who says everything!" Wei Xuan's eyebrows couldn't help but show a trace of arrogance, and his words were extremely atmospheric. Li Chang was also happy when he heard this, and immediately asked: "Since you said so, Mr. Xiao, I am not hypocritical." As you know, a few days after I came back, I was shocked and surprised when I first learned that there was a teenager in the village. In the past few days, I have secretly come over to listen to it a few times, although I don't understand, but I think that Mr. Xiao, you are really good. I don't know how to read, I used to want to learn but didn't have this condition, but now it's too late. However, it's not like I've never heard other people's lectures, and when I was in the army, the counselor would sometimes give us a lecture, and I still think that you spoke better, Mr. Xiao. At that time, I was a little puzzled, but today I dare to speak while I am drinking. Mr. Xiao, you are only 14 years old this year, why do you ask so much? ”

Wei Xuan still had a smile on his face when he heard this, but a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. The sober brain after drinking made him very clear that there was a problem with this Li Chang, a big problem!