What a kid about this.

It's really not as fun as it used to be when I grow up.

Song Fusheng let go of Mi Shou and let him go to the side to eat, not holding it.

Mi Shou didn't seem to see that his uncle disliked it, after eating, when his sister helped his aunt clean up the table, he sat cross-legged in front of Song Fusheng and said:

"The gentleman said......"

Song Fusheng interrupted when he came up.

The old man again? He didn't like to listen.

"I am also your husband, and I enlightened you."

"Uncle, listen to me, it's Mr. Ren, Grandpa Lizheng, the current gentleman.

Mr. said that the books are so vast that they are boring to read, but compared to many scholars, we have not even had to rush for the exam, and we are already very good.

My husband told us about all the expenses of some scholars from their hometowns to walking, eating, hitchhiking, staying in hotels, and all the way to the pre-exam.

talked about the expenses of those poor scholars who rushed to take the exam, and they all relied on the little money they saved by farming with the help of their families.

He also calculated that he sold grain all year round, but in fact, he couldn't save a few dollars.

If there is a disaster year, you won't be able to eat enough, let alone sell grain for the expenses on the way to the scientific expedition.

Therefore, some scholars will want to go to the scientific examination, but because the money is not available, they have to continue to save at home. ”

Mi Shou frowned slightly: "That's it, let's count him as soon as he gets off the test." If you don't pass the test, I'll start all over again. ”

Song Fusheng was puzzled: "What are you doing when Mr. talks about this, how old are you one by one." ”

"It's because someone is gossiping."

"Who, when, said you?"

Mi Shou shook his head:

"Just a while ago, Brother Jinbao and a few of us were playing with the village baby, and we were ruthless, and the woman said behind her back that we are the right person, if you don't have the ability and uncle are capable, let alone study, we will starve to death on the road.

Brother Jinbao was about to go home to tell his mother, but Mr. stopped him when he heard about it, and then he said this, which means that we really have to study hard and cherish our blessings. ”

Qian Mishou leaned forward, suddenly grabbed Song Fusheng's two big hands, and said with sincerity and admiration in his eyes:

"When I speak, I think of you. Uncle, before you married your aunt, did you have so much trouble studying? ”

After marrying, he knew that his grandfather said that if he spent a lot of money on the family, he should not be bitter for that while.

Song Fusheng rolled his eyelids and recalled, alas:

"Well, if you want to study, you have to travel thirty miles, there is no school in the village, unlike you who can cross a river.

When I went home for the Chinese New Year, caught up with the snow, walked down for 30 miles, and when I entered the house, I looked like a snowman, my mouth was shivering, my hands were stiff, I wanted to drink hot water, and I couldn't hold my rice bowl.

It's not so cold on this day, it's dark in the house, and in order to save lamp oil, I sit in the yard to study, my hands are often frozen and cracked, and my feet are itchy and cold. ”

Mi Shou's heart was distressed when he heard this: "Uncle, I will remember, if you don't want to learn, just think about you, if Brother Jinbao is messing around in the school again, I will beat him." ”

Song Fusheng touched the child's head.

Kitchen.

Qian Peiying looked at the dishes while brushing the dishes, and asked her daughter in a low voice: "What are the two of them talking about?" ”

Song Fuling smiled: "Tell each other fables and motivate each other to study hard." ”

Qian Peiying pursed her lips when she heard this, and couldn't hold back a smile: "Your father is in front of Mi Shou, and his image is good day by day." He also specially instructed me not to expose my shortcomings in front of Mi Shou. ”

Early in the morning of the second day, Song Fusheng was still in a daze, and he felt the child next to his hand move.

He said vaguely: "Is it Mishou?" Why do you get up so early, come, go into the bed and sleep for a while. ”

Mi Shou replied crisply: "Smell the chicken and dance, the plan of the day lies in the morning, uncle, I will go to the school later." ”

Song Fusheng with his eyes closed: "......"

Well, let him get up too.

Be a good role model for your children.

When the breakfast table had not been removed, Tian Xifa and they entered the house.

Song Fusheng held the chopsticks and asked, "Have you eaten it?" Why are you here? ”

After asking, I saw Tian Xifa carrying a grain bag outside, the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law pulling the grain bag outside, and the grandfather outside was open, and instantly vacated a space under the kang.

His eldest brother and second brother walked in carrying a large square table.

The eldest brother Song Fucai said: "The third brother, you sit cross-legged on the kang and study hard, your second brother and I made a table and chair yesterday, you go down to the kang to try, come, see if you are in the middle?" If not, we will adjust again. ”

Song Fu got off the kang and sat down at the new table with his cotton shoes: "Okay, the height is just right, it's strong." ”

His eldest sister walked in with a smile again.

Song Yinfeng said that it was really not in vain, and at the same time gave Song Fusheng the new cotton slippers he wore in the house, and explained: "I think the pair that the third brother and sister made for the fat girl is very good. ”

"Eldest sister, thank you."

……

I don't know if it's the role of the table, chair, cotton shoes, or Mi Shou's "fable" has an effect, my father wants to give my younger brother a sample, Song Fuling pinched her fingers to calculate, and my father automatically insisted on it for three days.

Hold it out in one breath, just three days.

In the morning, Mi Shou went to the school, and he sat there honestly and endorsed the book.

What to read from six to eight o'clock, what to memorize from eight to eleven o'clock, from twelve o'clock to two o'clock in the afternoon, from two o'clock to five o'clock, after dinner, under the light of oil lamps, read Confucian belonging, classics, literary books.

Three days later, it wasn't him.

Early in the morning, my father began to yawn with his book.

After a while, put down the book and go out.

Grandpa asked him, "What do you want?" Fusheng. ”

Song Fuling heard her father say, "Don't want anything, just wander around." Grandpa, you may not know anything about learning, this kind of thing, it has to be a combination of work and rest. ”

Grandpa: "No work, you don't need to do any work, come into the house and warm the book." ”

"That, I'm going to give you a trip to the finished Leba milk bricks? I'll go, don't talk nonsense with them, and you can settle the money when you see me. ”

"Don't need you, let's go now, mention your name in Renjia Village, don't check the car, and settle the money when you go in."

I forced it back.

After coming back, Song Fuling saw her father sitting in front of the desk, with her hands in her sleeves, leaning close to the book for a while, holding the chair with her hands and looking at the books on the desk with her eyelids drooping.

After a while, he moved his cervical spine and wanted to drink tea, "Girl, pour me water, there is no tea." ”

Just like that, I survived the fourth day as if I was dying.

On the fifth day, my father started again, and he was even more worried about going out.

We don't know what he's going to do when he's out, there's nothing to do, is there?

Grandma came to the cellar to fetch things, saw him and asked, "Don't you study, do you come out to hang out?" ”

Dad said angrily: "I can't go to the thatched house?" ”

The grandmother climbed out of the cellar after taking her things, and saw her son again: "Why did you come out again?" ”

Dad: "Tsk, I'll go to the thatched house." ”

Song Fuling heard her grandmother under the window, and muttered: "Tsk, why do you always pee, what's wrong with San'er, I have to take a look." ”

She sneered.

It's laughed at.

Really, she has to admire her dead father, is she so persistent?

At this time, I really want to complain for all those who are children:

Is this what you parents insist on?

Educating children one by one, in fact, you are throwing it back to school now, like junior high school and high school students, you can't sit still and study without stopping, right? Ask yourself, maybe it's not as good as children.

One by one, I hope that my daughter will become a phoenix and my son will become a dragon, and I keep saying that I will clear the key points of the Beijing Examination, but I have not done it when I am a parent, but I can say it easily.

However, having said that, her identity at this time is very two-way, isn't this also equivalent to the "parent" who guards her father's studies?

I also want to complain for parents:

What about homework, studying, and exams?

Now that you've made up your mind, it's good.

It's obviously very simple to memorize, you have to endorse sooner or later, and if you memorize it quickly, you don't have to sit there and suffer crimes, how good?

Nope.

Holding the book, sitting there yawning in a daze, so and so, tossing around,

It sounds like there are words in the mouth, but if you can write without writing, you will never use the pen.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, isn't this what your father taught Mi Shou?

Alas, what can be done in an hour, Dad has to scratch his ears and scratch his cheeks for two hours to complete.

Song Fuling: "It's really ......"

Day 10.

Song Fusheng pinched his eyes, pinched for a while, read a book for a while, and closed his eyes for a while, as if he was reading silently.

Song Fuling sat on the kang to practice calligraphy, and reminded without raising her head: "Cough!" ”

Song Fusheng hurriedly sat forward, straightened his posture and dragged the book over to read.

Just this instinctive action of hearing the cough suddenly made Song Fuling's heart soften.

Song Fuling put the brush away, looked up, thought about it, and got off the kang.

When she went to the stove room, she deliberately said loudly to Qian Peiying: "Mother, I'll go around the oven room, send the form, and chat with my sisters for a while." ”

"Ah, go ahead, the event."

As soon as Song Fuling left, Song Fusheng really threw away the book and began to relax, lying on the kang, taking advantage of the fact that no one saw him in the house alone, and threw his shoes in a tantrum.

Qian Peiying entered the house and smiled helplessly at him: "Is your daughter so scary?" ”

When Song Fusheng heard this, his stomach was full of grievances, and he sat up cross-legged and said, "It looks like she has a pair of eyes on that head, and we don't know how she found out that I deserted." I lost my attention a little and she coughed. ”

"Hehehehehehe."

There is no way, Qian Peiying can't hold back her laughter every time she hears Lao Song complain.

Since Lao Song started studying, she has laughed and cried many times.

This is really what I owe in my previous life, I owe study, when I went to school, I sat in the last row of naughty mischief, I could play with a broom and mop, and I owe it to the teacher to clean up.

It's back here, let's return it.

When people reach middle age, they have to be forced to study by their daughters.

Song Fusheng twisted his eyebrows and said:

"You can still laugh, why are you so unsympathetic. Do you know that your daughter is like a ghost all day, and her eyes are staring at me.

Well? She didn't say anything about me, she didn't say anything, she just looked at me with her eyes, but her eyes were just forcing me.

I've never seen her like this, she's in her twenties, and she's not filial. ”

"Hi-hoo? You're in your twenties," Qian Peiying revealed: "Didn't you say that your daughter is less than fifteen?" There are still a few months left before the birthday, less than fifteen, and then according to the age of one, less than fourteen years old, that is, thirteen, and the birthday is small, you can't wait to give thoughtful twelve, and now this is scolding the child in his twenties. ”

Song Fusheng's ears suddenly moved, "Don't say it, don't say it, I'm back." "I hurriedly got off the kang and now looked for shoes to put on.

When Song Fuling entered the house, Song Fusheng was already holding the book with his hands behind his back and standing in front of the window to read.

Song Fuling shook her head: Dad doesn't look like when we were children, when our mother and father opened the door and entered the house, we hurriedly turned off the TV and did our homework?

It seems that we need to talk about it, will it be because of hour after hour of study, so my father will drag back the time.

After all, after learning this one, there is the next thing to follow, so I just keep grinding.

"Dad, you just need to finish the daily tasks, and then you can do whatever you want, do you think this is okay?"

"Really?"

"Really, we don't have an end to learning here, we have an end."

Song Fusheng nodded again and again, if the girl said so, this child would still be considerate, and his heart would immediately feel a lot easier.

However, he still couldn't stop sighing, and complained to his daughter: "Poria cocos, it's not that my father doesn't lead by example, just think about it, learn like this from morning to night, and everyone will learn to be wasted, it's very painful, can you imagine it?" ”

Song Fuling laughed, "Dad, I really can't imagine your pain. ”

Another five days passed.

Song Fuling, Qian Peiying, and Mrs. Ma entered the city, and Song Fusheng was so happy, he finished learning what he should have learned today two days in advance.

In other words, he can stay for the time being.

"Go up the mountain, I'll go up the mountain for a walk, and I'll show the village how to ride the waterwheel. Let's walk around our side again, and decide how to build it, which one is next to which one. ”

"Fugui, Zhongyu, go."

"Hey, it's coming, it's coming." Song Fugui and Wang Zhongyu were also very happy.

Song Fugui also said: "It's really not easy for you, I saw with my own eyes that I studied at home every day this time, and I no longer regret that my family couldn't afford me before." I'd rather chisel stones. ”

These words can be said into Song Fusheng's heart: Isn't it?

There is no passing mark for the exam here, if you can take the test with 60 points, he will be admitted, and he will pinch the score, and he can pass the welt.

But here is a special mother, merit-based admission. We don't know how good it can be.

Meanwhile.

Qian Peiying was also asking this question: "Girl, you tell me the truth, just learn these days, do you think your father can grasp the test?" ”

Song Fuling groaned for a moment, "I don't know how many places I can take the exam." ”

"What?" Listen to this meaning can pass the test, and still want to let the top few?

"Mother, don't tell him, after all, I think I'm not the examiner.

I refer to the fact that there has been no imperial examination for several years, and this year suddenly the scientific examination was resumed, and the questions should be simpler, and it should be no problem with the solid level of my father's original body.

However, you think, how many years will it take for the exam to resume, and the number of applicants will increase, and the acceptance rate will be relatively low, so the admission will be merit-based.

And the more you go up the exam, the more practical questions you will have, and you need practical talents.

For example, if you go up to the top to take the entrance examination, you will go to the counterinsurgency and war, as well as the economic recovery in the north.

Anyway, let's go to the bookstore first, and I'll take a look at the past questions. ”

Qian Peiying is a dizzy bookstore, Xiucai hasn't taken the exam yet, and her daughter has already started to prepare for Lao Song to take the exam, or even Jinshi?

On the other side, Mrs. Ma, who went to the pharmacy alone, was wringing her eyebrows to look at Lang Zhong.

Thought:

I just want to ask what medicine can make my son go to the thatched house less, so as not to be poked by the examiner on the test paper during the imperial examination, why did you say something that my old lady didn't understand?

After Lang Zhong was stared at for a while, he was really helpless to stop saying professional words, but asked in a down-to-earth manner: "Let me ask you, are you slow to move and can't hold back, you can't pee when you untie your pants, and you still want to pee when you put on your pants, and you can't answer the line by ticking, can you understand the words this time?" ”

Mrs. Ma recalled, I don't know, I don't care, I ate first: "En." ”