Xiangling arrived at the door of Chu Zhuang, knocked on the courtyard door, Chu Zhou opened the door impatiently, and when he saw that it was Xiangling, he was immediately angry, and said angrily: "Our ladder is busy, don't borrow it!! ”

Xiangling suddenly petrified, how did this little guy in Chu Zhuang become so dry, when he lent himself a ladder last time, he didn't do it.

Xiangling naturally didn't know that Chu Zhou was tortured into such a madness by countless village girls who borrowed ladders, and the culprit was still Xiangling, how could Chu Zhou have a good attitude?

Xiangling suddenly felt that she might be reckless, if she could deliver something from the main entrance, why did Wang Le squat on the big elm tree next door?

Perhaps, passing through a dog hole is the right transportation channel.

Xiangling smiled and said, "I'm just here to tell you that I have a ladder at home, so I don't have to worry about your family borrowing a ladder in the future......."

This answer made Chu Zhou stunned, and muttered while closing the door: "You have a ladder at home, tell me what to do?" Could it be that you can tell me if you have money? The brain is really a tendon! ”

Xiangling turned around and left, carrying back to the new house with the bookcase.

Xiangling looked at the bookcase and was worried, Wang Wenqian didn't stay by the dog cave, how could he notify Wang Wenqian to come to the dog cave to pick up things? You can't go down the dog hole to Chu Zhuang by yourself, right? It's better to meet Wang Wenqian by chance, but if he doesn't happen to run into Chu Zhou again, it is estimated that he will be shot by the eye knife again.

Xiangling struggled with her brains, and finally patted her head, isn't the purpose of her trip to pick up soap horns? And the soaphorn tree, you can directly see the scene inside Chuzhuang.

Xiangling took the ladder out of the courtyard gate, swaggered the ladder on the soaphorn tree, climbed up and picked up the soaphorn pods, but the rest of her eyes looked into the courtyard of Chuzhuang.

Wang Wenqian didn't study in the courtyard, he didn't see a shadow at all, and looking at the quiet appearance of the courtyard, he shouldn't have gotten up yet.

Xiangling couldn't help complaining, the sun was drying her butt and she hadn't gotten up to study, this Wang Xiucai must be a scumbag.

After picking a basket full of soaphorn pods, Wang Wenqian finally got up, stretched his waist at the gate of the courtyard, and did not wash as Xiangling thought, but bored and played with the pitcher.

Xiangling didn't dare to shout, so she could only wave to Wang Wenqian as much as she could, but now Wang Xiucai only had his pitcher in his eyes, and he didn't look in the direction of the courtyard gate at all.

What Xiangling couldn't stand the most was that he played with the pitcher so seriously, but the result was a mess of scum, one out of twenty, and he danced happily like a candy child, full of two Ha Benha.

Xiangling couldn't help laughing, thinking to herself, if the girls in Chujia Village saw such a real Wang Xiucai, would the building collapse and break their hearts?

After visually measuring the distance, the soaphorn tree was too far away from Wang Wenqian, and his own big elm tree was much closer.

Xiangling got off the tree, carried back the ladder of the soaphorn pod, climbed up the big elm tree, took out the projectile, and rushed to the pitcher.

One hit hit, the projectile went straight into the pot, and there was a sound of "ding", just in time for Wang Xiucai to also throw a feather arrow.

Xiangling rolled her eyes, ready to hit another projectile to shatter the dream of throwing pots in the second disease.

This time Xiangling no longer hit the mouth of the pot, but hit the wall of the pot, with a "ding" sound, this time Wang Wenqian finally got smart, knowing that it was not his problem of throwing the pot, and followed the direction where the projectile flew and looked at the big elm tree of the Chu family next door.

Xiangling on the tree waved her hand at him and pointed in the direction of the dog's cave.

Wang Wenqian finally understood what Xiangling meant, walked up the corridor as if walking, and saw that he had avoided the sight of a small guy, and immediately rushed to the direction of the dog cave.

Wang Wenqian got into the courtyard of Xiangling's house, holding a bookcase in his hand, and the fox asked, "Wang Le is here?" What about people? ”

Xiangling said helplessly: "He threw down his things and left, let me hand over the bookcase to you and tell you that your father has already registered you for next year's spring exam, so that you can review your homework in Chuzhuang and don't have to rush home." Moreover, Wang Le will not come to bring you delicious food in the future, he will make you cherish. ”

Wang Cuncao, who had a bright spring face, suddenly lowered his head, and his mood was suddenly depressed.

He ran out of the house, wanting to fight for more freedom and power, and express his dissatisfaction with his father's marriage to fill the house, but he never expected that his father not only did not compromise to take him home, but on the grounds of preparing for the spring exam, he was thrown in Chuzhuang and not allowed to go home.

The most annoying thing is that he knows what he likes and what he is afraid of, and he doesn't let Wang Le send him delicious food! In this village ditch where birds don't poop, what delicious food can be made? How can he be inspired to make good verses and articles without good food?

Wang Wenqian sighed melancholy and said to Xiangling, "Thank you." ”

Wang Wenqian habitually put his hand into his arms and took out a bunch of money to reward Xiangling.

Xiangling shook her head and said, "I don't want your reward, if you have to thank you, you can teach me to write a few words." ”

Since seeing the silver ticket in the county seat, Xiangling decided to take off her illiterate hat, and today she can catch a "cultural person", so she naturally can't let go of this opportunity to learn.

Wang Xiucai's face changed, and he frowned.

The reason why he was angry and hid in Chu Zhuang was, on the one hand, that he was angry with his father, and he married the outer room as a filling room when his mother's bones were not cold, and what was even more angry was that this filling house was full of small family style.

not only deducted his usefulness, but also stuffed all kinds of people in front of his eyes.

There are half-sisters brought by filling in the house, nieces of the maiden family who fill in the house, and dowry maids who fill the house, these people are almost the same as the same excuse---- which is to let him teach them to write.

The most excessive was the niece who filled the house, and even asked her to teach him by hand, and even broke into his room after he refused.

Only then did Wang Wenqian of Mu Ne understand that these women learning to write are fake, and the set is almost true.

Wang Wenqian was wary of Xiangling, who also wanted to learn to write, so he replied tactfully: "You don't have pen, ink, paper and inkstone at home, so I'll teach you when you have one." ”

Wang Wenqian was a disguised refusal, Xiangling was simple-minded and didn't think much about it.

Looking around, he found that there was a pile of firewood from Li Shi's gang in the corner of the wall, and pulled out an arm-long branch.

I flattened the open space under the tree with my shoes, drew four big boxes, handed the branches to Wang Wenqian, and said: "My family can't afford to buy paper, and I can't go to you to learn from it again, so I'll just write it with the branches, just write the four numbers 'two, three, four, six', thank you." ”

Xiangling has silver tickets and silver at home, with the numbers "one", "hundred" and "five" written on it, and Xiangling has long remembered that the melon is ripe.

"Right here? Write numbers? Xiangling's frank appearance made Wang Wenqian at a loss, feeling that he might be wrong to blame Xiangling, this little peasant girl, maybe she really wanted to learn to write.

Wang Wenqian took the branch, wrote four numbers on the ground one by one, and pointed to Xiangling one by one: "Two, three, four, six."

Xiangling glanced at the four characters a few times, and felt that although there were some differences from the traditional number writing in her impression, they were all horizontal and vertical Chinese character structures, and the four characters were not difficult for her, and she remembered them quickly.

Xiangling said to Wang Wenqian firmly: "Okay, I have learned, you can go back." ”

After such a pinch of Wang Wenqian, Wang Wenqian didn't leave, and said in surprise: "You, have you really learned?" ”

Xiangling wiped the handwriting on the ground with her shoes, and rewrote it with a branch, stroke by stroke, exactly the same.

Wang Wenqian looked at Juanxiu's beautiful font, a little stunned, this peasant girl, not only learned to write these four words, but also wrote exceptionally beautifully, where is it like a beginner to write? It was so bright that it shocked him.

Wang Wenqian picked up another branch, drew three more boxes next to the four words, wrote three words in turn, pointed to himself and said to Xiangling: "Wang, Wen, Qian, the text of the article, the humble Qian." ”

Xiangling instantly understood that Wang Xiucai told her his name.

Xiangling introduced herself and pointed to the tip of her nose and replied: "Chu, incense, water chestnut, fragrant incense, water chestnut water." ”

Wang Wenqian took the branch and wanted to teach Xiangling to write down the three words "Chu Xiangling", but the gate of the courtyard suddenly opened with a "squeak", and Wang Wenqian instinctively ran behind the gourd seedlings and walked away through the dog hole.