Song Tian said that he had already entered the room, and after a while, he came to the hall with two yellow rough-edged papers in his hands.

Song Hong's eight-strand article has not yet been evaluated, and Song Tian came over with a trial poster.

The people present were stunned, Song Ercai took his son's trial sticker, looked at the handwriting that had suddenly improved a lot, and smiled faintly from his heart.

Take the two articles in your hand, not to mention the content, Song Tian's is obviously better in terms of words, although the penmanship is immature, but the appearance that should be there is already there. On the other hand, Song Hong's strokes are not smooth enough in some places.

Old Man Song and Song Dacai are also literate, the two of them sat next to each other and glanced at each other, and then looked at Song Tian in disbelief.

This is the first time that Song Tian has shown his knowledge in front of everyone, which is obviously beyond the expectations of others.

"Third brother, when will the Mengxue class also start to learn to write trial stickers?"

Song Hong smiled at the corner of her mouth, and asked Song Tian unexpectedly.

To put it bluntly, the Mengxue class is the enlightenment class, and the early stage is to learn the thousand-character text of the family name, and the later stage is the preschool instructions and the old sages.

What he learned was the basic course of literacy and character practice, and he also came from the Mengxue class, so it was clear what Master Chen would teach.

It can't be these things at all, how did he come to the article.

Song Tian smiled and replied sideways: "I saw a book on this topic in the master's house before, and I borrowed it for a few days. ”

Song Tian said it very casually, and this article is indeed like this.

Originally, I wanted to say that there was a problem with his article, but now that Master Chen borrowed the book in front, Song Hong naturally had nothing to say, and arched his hand with admiration.

Song Tian didn't pay much attention to it, and his attitude was cold.

Song Hong's eight-strand essay was already read by Song Ercai last night, and he made a comment later.

I wanted to talk to my nephew lightly, but the whole family watched, and he couldn't speak again.

It's not the first time he's read Song Hong's article, and he also told his nephew privately about the problem of impetuousness and foundation, but this person hasn't changed.

Lack of understanding is a big problem.

Song Ercai didn't want to hurt his nephew's self-esteem and discourage his enthusiasm.

So at this time, he just returned the article and said to Song Hong: "You can focus on trial sticking now, and when you understand the essentials of the four books, it is better to start the eight-strand text." ”

did not directly say whether his article was good or not, but the meaning of the words was quite clear, and he did not even penetrate the essentials of the book, and starting Baguwen was nothing more than a manifestation of self-righteousness.

"The second uncle taught yes."

Song Hong took it with both hands, her fingertips turned white, and her face slowly turned red.

Song Er could feel his emotions, and also comforted: "Reading is like crossing a thousand mountains, it is not an overnight thing. You're still young, work hard for a few years, and you won't have to let me read articles anymore in the future. ”

"Second uncle, I understand."

At this time, there were not only a few men from the Song family in the hall, but even Song Ming and Song Kang were watching the excitement.

Song Hong didn't want people to embarrass her, so she took the article and turned back to the East Chamber.

He returned to the room and closed the door, that is, in an instant, he rubbed the few pieces of paper in his hand into the palm of his hand, and originally wanted to tear them apart, but he saw that there were annotations and example sentences on them.

Those were all approved for him by Song Ercai last night, Song Hong was stunned, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up again.

In the hall, Song Ercai quickly read his son's article, although it did not reach the level of amazement, he was also quite relieved.

After all, my son is still young, and he has not systematically learned this knowledge.

"Good."

Song Ercai gave a two-word evaluation, and then said: "If time permits, you can involve the four books." Next time, Daddy will bring you two books. ”

My son will be able to enter the long school when he turns ten years old in the second half of the year, and it is just right to preview in advance.

Although Mengxue is only the foundation, it is very important, and Song Er is a down-to-earth and serious character, and he did not let his son get involved in advanced courses before he reached his age.

"Dad, I see."

Song Tian took the article and turned back to the room.

The two who read the article left, and Song Ming followed Song Kang into the yard.

In fact, he also wrote a trial post, but he couldn't come up with it.

My brother told him yesterday that he shouldn't worry, and he would fight when he went to town.

It's just that I didn't expect the third child to also write an article.

In the hall, when Song San went to the well in the courtyard to help fetch water, there were only three fathers and sons left.

Old Man Song took a puff of dry smoke and said, "Second brother, Brother Hong's article is not eye-catching?" ”

Just now, Song Ercai commented on Song Hong's eight-strand article, and everyone can hear the meaning.

In the hearts of Old Man Song and Song Dacai, it is not easy to write Bagu Wen, after all, that is the way to take the scientific examination.

Song Ercai rarely came back once, but whenever he returned home, he inevitably discussed the studies of several juniors with these two people.

The Song family has invested a lot in this path, so they naturally attach great importance to it. After all, there is not much spare money, if you can't provide a result, it is better to buy two more acres of thin land, and you can produce more every year.

"Brother Hong is still young, and laying a good foundation is the most important thing."

Song Ercai did not answer Old Man Song's question directly, but the meaning was basically reached.

Old Man Song smoked and didn't say anything more, Song Dacai got up and left with a little anger.

Song Hong has read not ten articles to the second child in the past few years, but there are seven or eight articles, but none of them have been affirmed. But the son's evaluation in the master's mouth is very good, and the article approval he gets back in the school every time is quite good.

I heard my son say that his articles can be ranked in the top three in the class.

Previously, his son said that the second uncle intended to suppress him, and Song Dacai didn't believe it, but now he believes it.

Song Ercai didn't see the eldest brother's angry face clearly, because at this time, Ah Xiu came in with a bowl and chopsticks.

"Daddy, Daddy, breakfast is ready."

Ah Xiu put down the dishes and chopsticks and went to move the small table, she wiped the dust on the table with a loofah, but she was thinking about what had just happened.

Because Song Er returned home, there was an extra fried potato on the table in the morning, and yesterday's pork was to be left at noon.

After eating, several men walked around the fields to look at the crops, and it was already noon when they came back.

"Ercai, you're back."

Before the group entered the courtyard gate, they heard someone greeting Song Ercai from a distance.

"Uncle Futian, I returned yesterday."

"It just so happens that I want to talk to you about something."

Song Futian is the patriarch of the Song family, and he has the highest prestige among the people surnamed Song in the village, and when he wants to talk about things, several men of the Song family invite him to sit in the courtyard.

Song Futian was unceremonious, obviously also prepared, and carried a small can of sorghum wine in his hand.

"Brother, you're coming, what are you carrying?"

Old Man Song was polite, and when he entered the courtyard gate, he shouted into the house: "Son, Brother Futian is here, and the lunch meal is more realistic." ”

"I see. Brother Fukuda, come in and sit down. ”

Hong replied by the window in the back room, and when she finished speaking, her face immediately pulled down, and she muttered in a low voice: "In the same village, don't go home for a hundred steps, just to eat my wife." ”

Hong complained in a low voice, but thinking of the things Song Futian was going to say, he touched a few eggs.