Mo Dashu went out again with his hands, he was in a good mood, and his third son was not as bad as he thought!

Mo Yunfei and his younger siblings happily went to the creek, and now the creek is also frozen, and children often come to play skating in winter.

Mo Yunfei watched for a long time and found a random place, because sometimes children would run on the ice to play, and Mo Yunfei looked for a place close to the shore and the water was relatively deep!

Then Mo Yunfei poked a hole with a knife first, and then cut it with a saw, this was to prevent the entire ice surface from breaking, tossing for an hour, and Mo Yunfei sweated all over, before finally making a hole he wanted, and then Mo Yunfei carefully threw the net down, but he didn't wait for a fish for a long time, not to mention that the children were excited to impatient, that is, Mo Yunfei lost his patience, and finally commanded Mo Xiaochi and Mo Xiaojie to move some stones over, this fishing net is cylindrical, very wide, with two slipknots on it, It was the line that Mo Yunfei wanted that could be tightened, so Mo Yunfei pressed the four sides of the net with stones.

After waiting for a while, there are still no fish, Mo Yunfei can only take Mo Xiaochi and them back, he still has homework to do, if he does it now, he can't do it at night, and he will be punished again tomorrow, when he just came over last time, because he didn't remember it, he was punished by the master miserably, this ancient corporal punishment is really not something ordinary people can bear, anyway, she is afraid!

In the afternoon, it was a normal porridge, but it was cooked fairly thickly.

Seeing the children coming back, Su Sanmei asked with some expectation, "How is it?" Is there any fish? ”

"Nope!" Mo Xiaochi said with a depressed face, thinking that he would be able to catch a fish today!

In fact, Mo Dahe knew the situation when he saw the children coming back empty-handed, so he didn't ask, and when he saw that the children were very frustrated, he said: "It's okay, if there is no fish, there will be no fish, your mother cooked porridge, and we can have dinner in a while!" ”

Mo Dahe is actually worried, there is not much rice left at home, and it is definitely not okay not to give it to the children, but there is really no rice at home, fortunately, there are still ten pages left today, the book is copied, and you can have fifty yuan when you hand it over to the bookstore, thinking, Mo Dahe is full of power.

It's not cold in a down jacket, but the temperature on your hands is not good, and the ink is easy to freeze, so after winter, he writes in the kitchen, which is warmer, there are also windows, doors, and a hot stove behind him, and his back is against the stove, and the ink is placed on the stove, so it won't be cold.

When they heard that the porridge was ready, everyone cheered: "Okay, we can have dinner in a while!" ”

Mo Xiaochi is very sensible: "Dad, if you want to copy books, go and get busy, I'll take my younger brother to the mountains to pick up some firewood!" ”

"No, Xiao Chi, Xiao Jie, firewood and wait for Dad to be free, Dad will pick it up again!" Mo Dahe didn't agree: "If you have time, let you memorize the thousand-character text, are you familiar with the surnames of all the families?" ”

Because of the family's financial difficulties, Mo Xiaochi and Mo Xiaojie did not go to school, which is also a helpless thing, at that time, the old man Mo said that although there was no separation, Mo Zonghai and they have all grown up, it is not easy for him, a father, to train them, and the study of the younger generation will be handed over to them as parents.

It is also true that it is not easy for Old Man Mo to live in this life, in ancient times, when he could only support a scholar by smashing pots and selling iron, Old Man Mo was able to send all three children to the school, and cultivate them into talents, and then there was still some money left at home, which was already quite an easy thing.

However, Old Man Mo said that the one who got cheap was the one who knew how to hide private money for himself before, such as a big house, such as a third room, and the bitter one was so honest as the second room, so he could only send Mo Yunfei to study in the school, but now that the family is separated, he doesn't know where the next year's bundle is, and when it comes to that situation, he can't even read Mo Yunfei.

Fortunately, Mo Dahe himself is a talent, and it is still possible to teach his two children, but his time is basically spent on copying books and trivial matters, and he does not give it to the children if he writes and pens.

"Dad, I'm familiar with it!" Mo Xiaochi said.

Mo Xiaojie also said in a milky voice: "Dad, I'm also familiar with it!" ”

"In this way, the two of you check each other, and if you don't memorize it, then memorize it, and then read the book again when you are familiar with it, and recognize the words well!" Mo Dahe commanded.

Mo Yunfei saw that Mo Dahe stopped the two children from going up the mountain by themselves, so she didn't say anything, she also had to write homework, so she took the book and copied it herself, this time the master assigned homework to copy the advanced chapters, Yan Yuan, Zilu chapters, and Xianwen chapters in the "Analects", but she didn't write a word!

If this is in modern times, copying these four articles is naturally simple, write with a pen, brush and brush, don't say quickly, if there is a typo, you can use the correction liquid, but this ancient is not good, the requirements are very strict, not a single typo is allowed throughout the article, as long as there is a typo on a piece of paper, the whole paper is scrapped, and it must be rewritten.

She wrote a beautiful pen in her previous life, but when she came to ancient times, the brush was written like a dog, she couldn't stand it herself, but this is also a helpless thing, in order to catch up with the schoolwork, she can only ensure that the first copy is finished, and the rest will be said later, if she hadn't learned the brush for a few days when she was a child, she estimated that she couldn't even hold the brush, so she was able to write with the brush, so she barely coped with the schoolwork, she was already very satisfied.

Therefore, Mo Yunfei had to hurry up and write his homework, and he had to memorize all four articles, and Mo Yunfei, who had experience, naturally knew that it was the fastest to memorize first and then copy, so with this book, Mo Yunfei began to read silently, and asked Mo Dahe if he couldn't.

Mo Dahe was very attentive when copying words, Mo Xiaochi and Mo Xiaojie were very sensible and went into the room to check and recite each other in a low voice, Mo Shiying and Mo Xiaochen were also very sensible to go back to the room to sleep, not to make noise with everyone, Su Sanmei held a shoehorn in one hand, and made shoes with an awl in the other hand, and the picture was indescribably harmonious for a while.

Time passed unconsciously, Mo Dahe was tired, and when his hands began to get cold, he rubbed his hands together, got up and moved his muscles and bones, and his hands were really not warm, so he put them on the stove!

Mo Yunfei memorized all four articles, although he was still a little stumbling, but when copying the book, he could memorize it silently while copying, and continue to memorize it again at night.

Mo Dahe sat down to write, glanced at the words written by Mo Yunfei, and immediately frowned slightly: "Xiaofei, why have you regressed so much?" ”