After singing a song, Bu Ru took a long time to reminisce.

"Chunya, this song is not like a nursery rhyme, nor is it like a folk song of the Xiariba people, where did you hear it?"

Although he started reading at the age of eight, he only simply read at first, reading "Prodigy Poems", "Kindergarten Qionglin", "Disciple Rules", and then "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Text" and "Thousand Family Poems".

If you can roughly recognize the words on these books and memorize them, you have already completed enlightenment.

However, I am afraid that it is only two or three thousand words, because except for the thousand words in the thousand-character text, which are completely different words, most of the words in the other books are repeated, and this literacy is not as good as that of the third-grade children in later generations.

He didn't read after he was eleven years old, and although he couldn't continue to make progress, he was also more fond of reading and often reviewed the content of Mengxue, so he didn't forget what he had learned before.

But in addition to the above mentioned books, he has not read any extracurricular books at all, in such a small village, there are not many commonly used 300,0004 books and five classics, and extracurricular books and the like are even rarer.

He knew that his lady didn't know a word, and even if he had this high degree of thought, he couldn't make up such a poem.

In fact, he didn't know that the little country daughter-in-law in front of him who didn't know how to read and didn't know anything had 100,000 times more knowledge than him, and even if she was the worst at ancient writing, she might be much better at writing than him.

"You don't care too much, the point is to remember this song, I only hope you can cherish today, the people who worked hard."

With these words, she entered the room.

Alas, it's really hard to have such a little Langjun, like a sister and a mother, and teach him like a teacher.

This is the Zhengtai cultivation plan, right?

Back in ancient times, although there was no mobile phone network and a lot of pastime things were lost, there were many benefits, at least the air was fresh, which could make people go to bed early and get up early.

The next day, she found the guy lying next to him snoring, she crept out of bed, washed up, and saw that the desk was a little messy.

So I went over and cleaned up.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desktop are scattered everywhere, but in the most conspicuous place, I saw a poem densely written on a piece of paper.

It was the "Song of Tomorrow" that I sang last night

Bu Ru's words are good, and the old master in the town praised them more than once, saying that it is rare to have such words at this age.

I sang this song myself, and I was able to make him write a lot of words silently, although there were four or five typos, but this was already remarkable.

Ordinary people, even if they can't listen to a seven-character quatrain once, they can write it silently, not to mention that there are so many sentences in this tomorrow's song.

It can be seen from here that Xiao Langjun is still talented in reading.

He has a good memory, and his comprehension ability should not be very bad, if he broadens his horizons and increases his knowledge reserves, it should not be difficult to take the test.

Maybe it's really the right thing to do to let him study well

Thinking of this, she happily cleaned up the table, and then went to make breakfast and sent it over.

After eating casually with her younger brother, she opened a shop, while her younger brother set up a car and loaded the goods of the villagers who arrived at the door of the store early into the car.

The sun rises in the distance over the hills to the east.

A calm and beautiful day begins in a hectic way.

In the next few days, Bu Ru's whole person seemed to have changed a lot, and he began to work hard.

In the morning, I memorized and read aloud, had breakfast and practiced the words for an hour, and then I read "University".

Now he has such a book in hand, so he is fully focused on it.

In the afternoon, he will practice composition, the most important thing in the scientific examination is the level of composition, although it is a little early to practice now, but it is also beneficial to get in touch with it earlier.

Now Jiang Yi wants him to study with peace of mind, there is never a shortage of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as long as he is willing to study hard, no matter how much paper money he has, he can give up.

Generally, the general paper costs 12 copper sheets, a pile of 50 sheets, 12 copper can buy three catties of rice, in this most families can't even afford to eat rice, and eat bran vegetables, two catties of rice is a lot of money.

The faceless friends in the village no longer dare to blatantly come to Bu Ru to drink or play, but there are always some more shameless people, who always feel that Bu Ru is also the father of the little gold owner, and secretly asked him to sneak out to play several times, but he was rejected.

Jiang Yi actually quickly discovered the small movements of those guys, and secretly looked at the small dirt slope behind the house in the grocery department, and the sneaky little Misan, who was sneaking outside the window, should not have seen it.

Xiao Langjun, who saw him several times, consciously did not go, and he was more relieved.

Soon it was February, and the second dragon raised its head.

It stands to reason that it should be rainier at this time.

But seeing that the sun overhead is trying to emit light and heat all day long, it is rare to see a rain in ten days, and spring has not arrived, and there is a feeling that it is about to enter summer.

Jiang Yi sat in front of the grocery store and held her shoes.

The grocery store is at the entrance of the village, and from time to time, villagers come in and out, and they will greet her.

Everyone in the village can see that the days of Confucianism are beginning to flourish, and the credit is such a little daughter-in-law, plus the price of the grocery store she opened is fair, and Tong Su is not bullied, which has brought great convenience to everyone, so everyone still has a certain respect for her.

A warm spring breeze blew across a field and a few willow trees by the stream.

In the study room on the other side of the stream, there was a clear reading sound from Bu Ru, which was subdued and frustrated, and there was actually a little charm in listening.

The low-lying land next to the house had filled my brother with water, and he bought some fish fry to put in, and this guy really became the owner of the fish pond.

Perhaps this is the territory he created himself, so he pays special attention to this fish pond, and every morning he will cut a handful of grass and throw it down.

The water is too thin and clear, and in order to fertilize the water, he often throws some cow dung into it.

On the yellow earth above the fish pond, a figure is busy. Maybe it was because he was too surprised by Jiang Yi's words last time, the man who has planted crops all his life has never seen a delicious crop with a yield of more than 2,000 catties per mu, so he often comes over to see and observe the growth.

Looking at it, I can't help but help hoe the grass, tidy up the moats, and even carry water to water these two or three acres of sweet potatoes several times, which is more attentive than serving my own crops.

"I knew your dad was going to be here."

Jiang Yi looked up and saw her mother-in-law Bu Mu walking over, looking at Bu Shuigui opposite, muttering dissatisfaction in her mouth, and holding a handful of vegetables in her hand.

"Alas, the more spring there is, the less greens to eat, and in winter, there are all kinds of greens. This dish is a wild vegetable picked from the mountains, and I look very tender, so I brought you a handful. ”

Jiang Yi smiled and stood up, and when she took the dishes and put them in the kitchen, she came out with a chair and a cup of tea.