whistling home, Lan Xiaoqing was in a good mood along the way, and happened to meet Song Xiaohua.

Song Xiaohua is very diligent, and today she went up the mountain to pick bracken again, and when she saw Lan Xiaoqing, she gave her a handful very generously.

Lan Xiaoqing took the bracken home, and was hesitating in her heart, whether to eat pork and roast bamboo shoots or bracken at night.

But as soon as she entered the house, she saw Lan Erlang digging out her private pigskin jelly with a stunned expression: "Qingqing, didn't you say that the pigskin jelly was all taken and sold, why is there still a tube at home?" Is it saved for the evening? ”

"No, no, no!" Lan Xiaoqing hurriedly stepped forward to get the things back, "I deliberately kept it for gifting." ”

"To whom?"

"Brother Muxian." Lan Xiaoqing pointed to the pork belly in the basket and said, "Etiquette is still exchanged." ”

"That's right, this is exactly when Mu Cunzheng lent me the family's farm tools when he was preparing the fields, and we should send something over. But isn't that a little too little? ”

"A lot, a lot, with our current situation, they will feel strange if we send more." Lan Xiaoqing thought that Lan Erlang was going to tell her what Mu Xian was not the person you should like, but she didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable, she really wanted it to get dark quickly, so she quickly found an excuse to send food.

"Daddy, how is your bamboo, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to try making pigskin jelly, we have to hurry up and make it before it's dark." If she waits until it's dark, she won't be able to see the male god.

Two hours later, the facts once again proved that Lan Erlang was really talented in cooking, he just watched it yesterday, and today he successfully made skin jelly with his memory.

Lan Xiaoqing, including Lan Erlang himself, was thinking that if he had this talent in reading and writing, he would have been admitted to Xiucai a long time ago.

*

Although the population of the Mu family is not large, there are many fields in the family, and there are often tenant farmers in and out of the front yard, and the noisy environment is not conducive to Mu Xian's study. Therefore, the Mu family built a small courtyard for Mu Xian in the bamboo forest in the backyard as a clean place to study.

Everyone in the village knows that this is the place where Mu Xiucai is studying and preparing for the scientific examination, and they usually tacitly agree not to disturb it.

When Lan Xiaoqing sneaked over, she heard Mu Xian reading.

His voice was clear and clean, and Lan Xiaoqing's heart swayed in the wind like a rustling bamboo leaf in the evening breeze.

Everyone had already come to the gate of the small courtyard, but she didn't go in to disturb, patiently listened to Mu Xian's reading, and waited quietly.

The sunset slowly set, time passed little by little in the sound of Mu Xian's reading, and by the time he stretched his muscles and came out, the sky was already dark.

On the evening of March, when the wind was blowing a little cold on his body, Mu Xian tightened his collar and walked towards the main courtyard of Mu's house.

But just as he was passing through a bamboo forest, a voice suddenly stopped him.

"Brother Muxian!" It's abrupt, but not loud.

It was false to say that he was not scared, and Mu Xian's brows furrowed at that time.

But when he looked at it, it was actually an acquaintance, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Lan Qing? ”

"Yes, yes, it's me, you're reading the Analects, it's so good, I understand all the sentences you read." Ancient books were all vertical, and there was no punctuation, and poor sentence breaks really directly affected the understanding of the meaning of words and sentences.

Lan Xiaoqing is not exaggerating, Mu Xian's "Analects" is really good to read!

"Thank you," a hint of surprise flashed in Mu Xian's eyes, and then was replaced by a smile, "But it's been a moment since I read the Analects, and you were already here at that time?" ”