The next day, Lin Xiaolu got up early, put on the new clothes that his mother had made a long time ago, and ran into the kitchen with an excited face.

Lin Xiaofu was brushing the pot in front of the stove, preparing to boil egg noodles to eat, and the other pot had just been oiled, preparing fried fish balls.

Recently, I often eat steamed buns, and today my younger brother goes to school, so I can change my taste.

"Sister, hurry up, I'm afraid I'll be late." Lin Xiaolu urged anxiously.

"Don't worry, with your eldest brother-in-law here, I promise you won't be late!" Lin Xiaofu smiled and reassured his younger brother.

It's just that the younger brother's peace of mind is purely because of worship, and he doesn't know that Zhao Zicheng can walk like a fly with his armpits.

Lin Xiaofu saw that his younger brother was standing in front of the stove and seemed to want to wait for the fish balls, so he had to urge him to wash up quickly.

After being busy for a while, Zhao Zicheng came back with water, and saw that breakfast was not good, so he went to fetch water again.

Lin Yushi and Lin Xiaochun also got up one after another, and they were very happy to see that the kitchen was already busy so early.

This kind of life is full and reassuring, and it is no longer overwhelming.

After breakfast, Lin Xiaolu rinsed his mouth with tea, then went back to the house to carry his small bookcase, and waited for Zhao Zicheng to move the wheat that Yang San's grandfather had helped collect in the past two days to the yard.

"Mother, you and Chun'er have dried the wheat and dry goods, and the clothes will be washed by the river when I come back."

Lin Xiaofu cleaned up and told his mother when he went out.

"Okay, let's rub it first, and then we'll go to the river when you come back." Lin Yu smiled and agreed.

In order to save water, they wash their clothes at home and then take them to the river.

And Lin Xiaofu and Zhao Zicheng sent their younger brother to the village school.

Passing through the field sellers to the other end near the entrance of the village, the village school has a large land and a large courtyard, and there are three masters and students with them.

Zhang Fuzi father and son, He Fuzi.

He Fuzi and Xiao Zhang took older students and candidates, while Zhang Fuzi took enlightenment students and elementary school children like Lin Xiaolu who had just come out of the age of enlightenment.

In other words, Lin Xiaolu has always been a student of Zhang Fuzi.

It's just that he hasn't been to school for a season, and at this time he is uneasy, and the closer he gets to the village school, the more nervous he becomes, and his little hand is already holding his eldest sister's hand tightly.

"Lu'er, you have spent a bunch of cultivation to study, and you are no worse than others, you don't need to think about it."

Lin Xiaofu was distressed for a while, this kid is very worried, right?

"It's like a buyer and a seller, the master has taken the bundle of cultivation to teach you, and the master has the responsibility to teach you well, and this is their obligation to fulfill."

"And if you pay for the bundle of cultivation, you don't owe it to anyone, let alone inferior, as long as you know how to deal with people modestly, politely, and without giving birth to right and wrong, it's okay."

"As for studying, I said it yesterday, it doesn't matter if you can't keep up, go home and work harder, your eldest brother-in-law will teach you too, don't worry."

"Got it, big sister." Lin Xiaolu listened to his sister's words, and his heart was a little relieved.

Although he didn't quite understand why reading would become a buyer and seller, he wrote down a sentence that he had handed over Shu Xiu and could return to the village school with confidence.

When I came to the village school, it was not yet a class, and the schoolchildren were coming one after another, and they all looked at them curiously.

But no one called Lin Xiaolu, and Lin Xiaolu's state that had just relaxed was tightly pinched, and his expression was a little stiff.

With just one detail, Lin Xiaofu saw the problem.

The younger brother is afraid that he has no friends in the village school.

"Hahaha, the poor ghost is coming to school!" Suddenly, a child's loud laughter came out of nowhere.

Lin Xiaofu turned his head to look and saw Lin Xiaobao and several children of the same age walking over.

And Lin Xiaobao pointed at Lin Xiaolu, not feeling that this was his cousin and should not be so insulting.