The east was white, and the rooster began the day of farm life with a crow.

Families wake up from their sleep, women boil water for cooking, and men carry water or arrange farm tools to prepare for the day's work.

This is a village under the Liancheng of the Jin Kingdom, the whole village has three or four hundred people, only one surname, belongs to a family, therefore, this village is named after their surname, called Mojia Village.

At the eastern end of the village, there are several houses scattered around, one of which is a brick house with a single courtyard that stands out among these earthen houses. It is said to be conspicuous because its raw materials are obviously much better than other houses, the roof tiles are thick, the wall tiles are neat, and at a glance you can see that it is not burned by the villagers' soil law, and the courtyard wall is not like other earthen houses made of a few branches and rattans, but made of meticulous bamboo strips. But it is more dilapidated than other houses, with broken roofs and tiles that no one has cleaned up, the courtyard walls are broken, and the vegetable patches in the courtyard are scattered.

At this time, the door of the small courtyard opened, and a little girl with pigtails and a yellow face walked out. She was about six or seven years old, very thin, with a vegetable complexion, and old clothes, but her whole body was neatly tied, her hair was combed neatly, and her clothes were very clean.

I saw that she first pulled up the chicken coop and drove the chickens out, then walked to the kitchen in the side house, opened the door, and washed her face with cold water. After washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she rolled up her sleeves and measured the rice, scooped water from the water tank and washed it, moved a small stool to the stove, stood on the stool, lowered the rice to the cauldron, and began to light the fire.

Liancheng is located in the south of the Jin Kingdom, the climate is mild, very suitable for planting rice, so the fire is made with rice stalks. Fortunately, otherwise, a girl of this age, where can she chop firewood.

A short time later, there was a knock in the door of the main room, and a pale woman walked into the kitchen.

The little girl who was burning the fire hurriedly jumped up: "Mother, why are you up?" Go and rest for a while, and the meal will be ready in no time. ”

The woman smiled and touched her head: "Tiange, these things are done by the mother, you go and play." ”

"No," the little girl insisted, pulling her into the room, "Mother, you can't blow the wind, I can do these things." ”

"It's just a trifle......"

"I'll do the little things, mother, do you still want to faint and make me worry?"

The woman was stopped by this.

The little girl said, "Mother, you have a good rest, and when you are well, I will not do this." ”

The coquettishness in the words made the woman smile, but it was mixed with bitterness, and her tone softened: "Okay, my mother will get better as soon as possible, and I won't let Tiange suffer in the future." ”

The east showed a red glow, and the porridge also gave off the fragrance of rice. The little girl carefully scooped two bowls on the small bench, and then went to the corner jar to fish some pickles, and carried them to the main room one by one.

The light porridge and pickles, there are no extra dishes, one is a patient, the other is a child, no wonder there is no rosy on their faces. The woman looked at her daughter with a distressed look, but the little girl did not see it, but buried her head in the porridge.

After breakfast, the woman took care of her daughter again, and then took off the cloth bag hanging on the wall, hung it on her shoulder, and said, "Go to the school, listen to the master, and study hard." ”

"Well, I'm going to school."

As the sun rose, the little girl stepped on the dew all the way to the ancestral hall in the west of the village, and there were boys running and laughing on the road from time to time.

Seeing her walking on the road, a boy about ten years old secretly followed behind, suddenly jumped up, grabbed her braid and pulled it, and laughed: "Mo Tiange, your braids are so ugly, you should shave your head." After saying that, he ran away again.

Mo Tiange, who was braided, glared at him fiercely: "Give me back the head rope!" ”

The child grimaced: "Pay you back?" Why should I pay you back? If you have the ability, you can grab it, come and grab it! ”

How could the child stand this provocation, Mo Tiange shook his braids and chased after the boy.

"Haha, that's stupid, I'm here!" The boy was very agile and strong, and he was so thin that he threw her away every time he turned over, and made her angry.

After a while, Mo Tiange was out of breath after him. At this moment, a girl's voice came from behind her: "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

Hearing this, both of them stopped.

A seven or eight-year-old girl ran closer, and when she saw Mo Tiange's scattered braids, she immediately looked at her angrily: "Brother, you are not allowed to bully Tiange and return the things!" ”

The boy who was still fierce just now suddenly had a bitter face: "I'm just teasing her." ”

The girl raised her eyebrows and glared at her brother: "You still say! If you don't pay it back, I'll go home and tell my dad that you're bullying my sister. ”

The boy's face became even more bitter: "What kind of sister is she?" They don't live with us. ”

"Our grandfather Tiange is also called grandpa, why isn't he a sister? If you say it again, I'll go back and tell my dad now! ”

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you." The boy shoved the headband in his hand and hurriedly left first.

Seeing him leave, Tiange said in a low voice: "Tianqiao, thank you." ”

Mo Tianqiao raised a smile: "Don't thank me, it's him who is wrong." Oh, this is back for you! ”

Mo Tiange took the head rope and tied his braids indiscriminately.

"I'll do it anyway." Mo Tianqiao saw that she was sloppy and tied up, so he simply untied her braids and rebraided her. She was half a head taller than Mo Tiange, and she could braid her hair smoothly without her squatting.

After braiding his hair, Mo Tianqiao carefully took out a paper bag from his pocket and opened it: "Tiange, come and eat cakes." ”

Mo Tiange took the thing she handed over, which was a sweet potato cake. She whispered, "Thank you." ”

She usually has no pastries and candy to eat, her mother has been sick, although she is still hungry, but there is no surplus food, only during the New Year's holidays, grandpa's family bought candy, will get some.

Tianqiao and her brother Tianjun are the children of the uncle, Tianqiao treats her very well, and always shares her snacks with her.

"Let's eat together."

"Hmm."

The two ate all the way and walked to the ancestral hall together.

The clan school of the Mo family is located in the ancestral hall in the west of the village, and an old Xiucai in the village is the master of the school, where he teaches the children in the clan to study. Since it is an ethnicity, all children in Mojia Village can be enrolled without paying tuition fees. However, the villagers have been digging in the field for generations, and most of them just hope that the children will recognize a few big characters in the future, and they will count them. The children came to study in the morning and went to help the family in the afternoon, except for a few children who had high hopes until the afternoon.

Mo Tiange and the two entered the ancestral hall, and the room was already full of children, the younger one was six or seven years old, and the eldest was thirteen or fourteen years old, all of them were boys, and only the two of them were girls.

The world believes that women are virtuous if they are not talented, and the same is true of the Mo family, the daughters of Mojia Village, very few of them go to school, they all help the family to take care of the housework since they know things, and only the family with a good family background will send their daughters to know a few words.

That's how it is. She is the grandson of the head of the Mo family, because she is the eldest granddaughter, and she is the same mother as the eldest grandson, so the family also looks up to her, not only the name from the brother, but also sent to the school.

She and Tiange are the only two in this generation to take their names from their generations.

However, Mo Tiange's situation is different.

Mo Tiange's mother was originally the fourth girl of the patriarch's family, and now she is called the fourth lady. She was not born by the patriarch's wife, but was born outside when the patriarch was young, so the family treated her very coldly, and she was sick in the womb, and she was constantly suffering from minor illnesses all year round, and she was more and more neglected.

Ten years ago, a scholar came to the village to live here, met her several times, and somehow asked the patriarch to marry. Although the patriarch didn't like this daughter, he was also afraid that others would have bad intentions, so he said that he wanted him to stay in the village, but the scholar did not object. Soon the two became married and settled in the village.

It's a pity that in the third year, this scholar had to go on a long trip, but he never returned.

Because her father is gone, she is the only bloodline, Tiange not only has the surname Mo, but also the name follows the generation, and she has always been raised as a boy.

When there was a lot of noise in the school, there was a cough from inside, and the children in the room immediately quieted down, and an old master with a half-white beard and a dignified face came out of the room.

Seeing that the students were all sitting obediently and no one was making noise, the old master nodded with satisfaction, took a book from the case, and said, "Have you memorized the first paragraph of yesterday's "Disciple Rules"? ”

The school was quieter. These children, just for literacy, where can read seriously, teaching ten words will be half of it.

The old master frowned, and said by name: "Mo Tianjun, you carry it." ”

Mo Tianjun hurriedly stood up, but his face was wrinkled, and he didn't have the arrogance and pride he had when he bullied Mo Tiange just now.

I only listened to him start reciting during the period: "Parents call, don't delay." Parents, don't be lazy. Parents should teach ...... Be careful. Parental responsibility must be accepted. ”

The old master nodded: "That's right, continue." ”

"Winter is warm, summer is cold. Morning is provincial, dusk is fixed. Go out...... If you go out, you must tell it, you will ...... it", he scratched his ears and thought for a while, but he couldn't recite it.

Secretly looked up at the master's face, but saw that the master's face was serious, and quickly lowered his head.

"Humph!" The master snorted coldly and said, "What did you do last night?" Why do you memorize such a point? ”

Mo Tianjun snorted twice, but didn't dare to answer.

"Hands."

Hearing this, Mo Tianjun's face was as bitter as bitter gall, but he didn't dare to disobey his master, so he only stepped forward and cautiously stretched out his left hand.

The master's thin hand held the ring ruler and patted his palm, Mo Tianjun was startled, simply spread his hand, and turned his head away.

The ring ruler was raised high, and the "snap" hit his palm heavily, and the children in the entire school did not dare to make a sound, for fear that the next one would be themselves.

After five hits, Mo Tianjun's palms were already red, and the master put away the ring ruler: "Next, Mo Tianwei." ”

"Yes." Another child stood up and began to recite, "Parents call, don't delay." Parents, don't be lazy. Parents must listen to what they teach. Parental responsibilities must be accepted ......"

The child stumbled, and finally memorized it all, and the master finally relieved his brows: "Go back and memorize it again, the next one." ”

Feeling Tianqiao moving around, Mo Tiange asked in a low voice, "Tianqiao, what's wrong?" ”

Mo Tianqiao made a bitter face, and replied in a low voice: "I can't memorize it either, I don't know if I can memorize it all later." ”

"Hurry up and carry your back now, it's still too late."

"That's right." Mo Tianqiao quickly opened the page of the book and recited silently in his heart.

"Mo Tiange."

Mo Tiange hurriedly stood up: "Yes, Master." ”

She thought for a moment and began to recite: "Parents call, don't delay." Parents, don't be lazy. Parents must listen to what they teach. Parental responsibility must be accepted. Winter is warm, summer is cold. Morning is provincial, dusk is fixed. If you go out, you must tell you, but you must face it. There is a permanent residence, and the industry does not change......"

"After three years of mourning, I often mourn. The place of residence has changed, and the wine and meat are extinct. The funeral is complete, and the sacrifice is sincere. The dead are like the living. ”

A slight smile appeared on the master's face: "Okay, I have a good back, today you can start to see 'Brother Ze'." ”

"Yes, Master."

She breathed a sigh of relief and flipped through the book to read the next paragraph.

Although these children of the Mo family don't care about how well or badly they learn, the old master is full of scholarly temper and treats his schoolwork very strictly, and it is not easy to get his praise.