After the guests dispersed, Jiang and Xiangling withdrew all the leftovers on the table to the room, Wang Wenqian still had no intention of leaving, not only did not leave, but also beckoned to Xiangling and said, "Help me pour a bowl of water." ”

This was unusually polite, making Xiangling feel like Wang Wenqian's personal little maid.

Xiangling frowned and said, "My house only has cold boiled water, no tea, okay?" ”

Wang Wenqian shook his head and said, "Cold water is enough." ”

Xiangling took a deep breath and comforted herself countless times with "everyone who comes is a guest", and then she suppressed her anger and poured a bowl of water.

When he came out, he found that the table had been wiped clean, and there was an inkstone, a pen holder, and a black stone on it, and Wang Wenqian also had an extra brush in his hand.

Xiangling handed over the water bowl, and Chu Zhou poured a few drops of the water into the inkstone, and carefully grinded it with inkstone, gradually the ink color became rich.

Wang Wenqian beckoned to Xiangling again, and Xiangling cleverly handed over the empty book.

Wang Wenqian pressed the book with his left hand, lifted the brush with his right hand, and wrote a few lines on the first page.

After the handwriting slowly dried, it was handed back to Xiangling.

"Huh?" Xiangling was confused by Wang Wenqian's operation.

When she received the book, she thought it was an enlightenment book such as a three-character classic, but when she opened it, she found that it was an empty book, and she took it for granted that Wang Wenqian was playing tricks on her, and now Wang Wenqian is writing on the book again, what does it mean?

Wang Wenqian put the brush on the bookshelf and read it word by word according to the book: "Roasted lamb backbone, also known as roasted lamb scorpion, is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and fragrant, oily but not greasy, it is really a holy thing to relieve the cold in autumn and winter, and a delicacy for ordinary people." ”

Xiangling was stunned on the spot, and quickly reflected that Wang Wenqian was teaching himself to read!

Xiangling happily rushed into the stove pit, found a few thin carbon strips that had not been burned out, and marked the homophone simplified Chinese characters behind the words written by Wang Wenqian, and immediately asked if the words that were not remembered accurately.

Wang Wenqian patiently taught again, looking at Xiangling's "ghost painting soul" curiously, and the fox asked: "What is the symbol behind you, you can really read it?" ”

Xiangling took the book, read it word for word, and looked arrogant, and didn't want to hide it at all.

Wang Wenqian looked shocked, he didn't expect Xiangling to really read it once, without even pausing.

Chu Zhou urged Wang Wenqian to go home quickly, Wang Wenqian stood up helplessly, and Xiangling said unfinished: "You haven't taught me how to write pork bones, chicken stewed mushrooms, and fried daylily?" ”

Wang Xiucai replied solemnly: "The other dishes are not as delicious as sheep and scorpions." ”

After saying that, he flicked his cuffs and left.

Chu Zhou put away the pen and ink inkstone and followed the master.

Xiangling touched the book, although it was only a little more than 30 words, it also made her satisfied, because not only could she read and write, but she could also use it to teach Lianlian and Chu Xia to read and write.

Xiangling secretly swore that next time she made a lot of money, she must buy a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the whole family will mobilize to practice calligraphy.

...

Xiangling took out the mouse trap and carefully scattered it under the adobe wall and among the daylily bushes, if Zhang Ren dared to climb over the wall in the middle of the night, he would be guaranteed to cry and call his mother.

As a result, Xiangling's rat trap plan died the next day.

Jiang ordered her to collect all the mouse traps, and the reason made Xiangling cry and laugh, saying that the Baojiaxian weasel had three fears, one was afraid of the mouse traps, and the other was afraid of dogs and geese, and these three things could not be had.

Xiangling, who has always been at home, encountered the first Waterloo in her life, and under the coercion of Jiang's feather duster, she had to honestly accept the mouse trap, and the idea of raising a dog was also eliminated in the bud.

Fortunately, Xiangling asked the blacksmith to make daggers and bows and arrows, and the Jiang family did not object to these two things.

The dagger is an ordinary palm-long knife, although it is practical, but the outer sheath is really not beautiful, and it is slightly insufficient.

The bow and arrow are quite suitable, Xiangling raised her hand and stared at the bamboo bird house and ring that were newly moved to the tree, and the arrow hit the bull's-eye, which is very convenient, and you can hunt with the bow and arrow in the future.

Xiangling was practicing archery in the courtyard, He Hua'er ran over with a pale face, and said to Xiangling: "Xiangling, are you still practicing archery?" Something is wrong!! Shame on you! ”

"Huh? Lose face? Who's to be ashamed of? Xiangling looked at He Hua'er in confusion.

He Hua hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's not a shame, it's a loss, your uncle's cousin Chu Xiangwei, someone is lost, your aunt is going crazy!" ”

Jiang Shi, who didn't listen to the truth, asked again: "Who lost it?" ”

He Hua'er repeated: "Auntie, it's Chu Xiangwei." Her father and mother went to her uncle's house to pick her up today, and when she got there, she learned that Chu Xiangwei was worried about her home and ran home by herself two days ago. The other one thought he was going home, and the other thought he was still at his uncle's house, but when the whole thing was split, the person was lost. ”

Jiang immediately set off to the old mansion to see what help he could get, Xiangling hesitated, but still followed.

He Hua ran back home in fear, if it wasn't for Jiang's dissuasion, she would also want to go to her aunt's house in another village, and she was afraid to think about it.

...

When I arrived at the old house, it was already a mess, and the Liu family went crazy, and whoever persuaded him would come at him.

Lin Yue comforted Liu, and Liu angrily scolded Lin Yue for being a mourning star, and he would lose his sister-in-law when he entered the door.

Wang comforted Liu, and Liu angrily scolded Wang for rejoicing in disasters and scolding her for deserving it.

In short, it's just crazy, whoever persuades scolds whom, and no one at all.

Liu's eldest brother lowered his head, not to mention how much he regretted it, and he didn't dare to tell the truth.

The actual situation is that the son of Liu's eldest brother likes Chu Xiangwei, but Chu Xiangwei dislikes his cousin for not doing his job and being idle, and runs home by himself when he is annoyed.

He, who was an uncle, felt that his niece was a little ignorant of lifting, and his family was so poor that he still had a stinky shelf, so he didn't chase it, but he didn't expect that if he didn't chase it, he would lose it.

Uncle Liu didn't want his sister to know the details in the middle, so he only said that Xiangwei was worried about the family change and secretly ran back.

Although he was also blamed, at least the guilt could be lighter.

Xiangling couldn't help but feel quite speechless about Chu Xiangwei's uncle, her niece came back for two days, and she didn't come to ask if she was home, so she missed two days in a daze.

Even if Xiangling's five senses are sensitive and have the heart to help, there is no way to start.

Chu Lizheng called Chu Shiyun over to comfort him, and accompanied him to the county office early tomorrow morning to report the case.

...

When it was dark, Xiangling took away the kang mat in the empty room, sprinkled some soil, sprinkled some dead grass in the corner, and took two broken bowls from the time of separation, one with water and the other with millet grains.

A temporary earthen wall was encircled around the kang, and all twenty chicks were kept in it.

Xiao Xianglian's two little hares were free-range on the ground, and this house became a temporary farm.

Chicks and rabbits are so small that they can't be kept outside until they're older, otherwise they'll be eaten by cats, dogs, and mice.

The Jiang family washed Brother Xia's feet with water, and sighed while washing: "Usually the people in the three rooms are not in harmony, they either beat or scold, and they can't wait to strangle each other. ”

Not only is the Jiang family uncomfortable, but Xiangling is also not very comfortable, even if there is a festival, Chu Xiangwei is only a fifteen-year-old girl in the flower season, no matter how bad the Liu family is, she will protect her a little, and now that she has left the Liu family, this fate can be imagined, and it is not much better if she does not die.