Early in the morning, in the courtyard of the mountain family, Yamajiro was reciting a book with Yama Momo, he read a sentence, wrote it on the ground with a thin branch, and then taught Yama Tao to recite and explain the meaning in detail.

Books belong to luxury in this era, not the current two-room family can be purchased, thanks to the modern college entrance examination training, plus later work experience, Shan Erlang at this time not to say that he is rich in five cars, three and a half cars at least have.

This kind of experience is also very novel for Shan Tao, although she was born in the royal family in her previous life, she was not taken seriously, and when her mother was alive, she only taught her a thousand words, so that she could not read a single big character.

The princess and prince have an official school in the palace, and she was disgusted by the Northern Emperor, and she was not even allowed to enter the door of the school, so she only secretly found some books to read.

Seeing Shan Tao seriously copying his handwriting with a branch, Shan Erlang was relieved with some sadness, "You can only learn words on paper, and when our family has an entry, we will buy paper for you to practice." ”

"It's good now, Dad's words are so beautiful." What was unattainable in the previous life is now easy, Shan Tao is very satisfied, and smiled at Shan Erlang, "Next year's county exam, if you have paper, you should use it close to your father." ”

Touching the head of the mountain peach, Shan Erlang felt the unprecedented satisfaction of engaging in the education industry, and was able to teach his daughter to learn Chinese and Chinese characters, which was also his wish in his previous life, "Daddy's words, as if it were the book of Mr. Wang Xizhi, the world praised his words 'floating like a cloud, like a frightened snake', is the head of the book connoisseurs." ”

In his eyes, Yamajiro is a little doll, not in his previous life, so he taught her more carefully, not telling her how to write at the beginning, but reading the story.

"Mr. Wang Xizhi has been sensitive and studious since childhood, admired the diligence of the grass saint Zhang Zhi when he was a child, and he worked hard to write every day, and wrote in the pool at the door of his house.

At first, Shan Tao only felt that the handwriting on the ground was elegant, and listened to Shan Erlang's vivid telling of Wang Xi's diligent demeanor and various stories, and then looked at the words vaguely glimpsed his style.

Sanzhu, who was woken up by the sound of talking in the courtyard, shrunk his neck at some point, and squatted under the eaves to listen with relish, and reached out and scratched on the ground as he listened, leaving a cloud of ghost drawings.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the movements of the three pillars, and Yamajiro spoke more energetically, and told the story of Wang Xi's book for the white goose in one breath.

Sanzhu listened more seriously, and after listening to the story, he said to Shan Tao seriously: "Siya, I want to eat goose." This gentleman surnamed Wang is so valuable to exchange for goose, and the goose must be delicious. ”

Feeling Yamajiro's instantaneous stiffness, Shan Tao laughed in his heart, wiped off the three pillars with a handkerchief, and pointed to the words on the ground, "Third brother, if you also practice calligraphy every day and dye a pool of water black, you will definitely be able to change a goose when you write a word." ”

Looking down at his ghost drawing, Sanzhu was a little suspicious, Shan Erlang seemed to be aware of his daughter's careful thoughts, closed his eyes and said nonsense, "Siya is right, diligence can make up for clumsiness, and you will learn in time." ”

The father and daughter teamed up to bewitch people's hearts, and the young Sanzhu was coaxed around, and finally he was really interested, picked up a branch, and followed Siya to learn to write.

The window of the big house was pushed open a crack, and the neatly dressed Jin sat in front of the window, looking at the big and small ones in the courtyard pouting and writing, and his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he was even reluctant to enter the courtyard to disturb their studious atmosphere at this time.

Shan Dalang lifted his shoes and socks, and also stood behind Jin's family, and laughed, "Daughter-in-law, I'm right, Erlang really learned well." ”

"The dog can't change the, he has a scar that hasn't fallen off and remembers the pain, and he can see how many days it can get better?" Jin's heart was already loose, but his mouth was still strong, and he was angry again as he spoke, "If he hadn't been in tune, why would the family be counting on our big house, Dazhu is a lump of wood like you, but Erzhu could have entered the hall." ”

When she was pregnant with Erzhu, the old man in the village told Jin that she was pregnant and would be able to give birth to a smart baby.

At that time, the Jin family was being tortured by Du's mother-in-law, and when he saw that Du held Shan Saburo to the sky, he thought that he would definitely send this in his belly to study in the future, and strive to be a talented master.

However, something happened in the second room, and Du Yingqiu was a vase when he came in, and the Shan family added more mouths to eat, but did not add more items, and Shan Dalang was busy in the field every day, and he didn't dig out a few pennies.

It's not easy to feed three boys, where will the money come from to send them to study?

Seeing that the Jin family began to think about it in pieces, Shan Dalang saw that the situation was not good, and immediately took the big pillar that was not dressed and ran to the ground.

Yamajiro, who had obviously woken up, rolled his eyes and turned over to continue pretending to be asleep.

Jin had nowhere to go, so he entered the room with a hum and chirp, brushed and brushed the four catties of pork, and there was a lot of movement.

By the time the Kim family carried the pork to the eaves and hung it, Yamajiro had already taught the two dolls to recognize a few words.

"Sister-in-law, this meat is hanging here and drying naturally?" Yamajiro walked to the eaves on crutches and looked at the four pork strips that were still dripping with water.

"If you don't hang it, will you cook it and eat it now?" Jin Shi still didn't have a good face at Shan Erlang, "Besides, the second room is now single, you don't care how I dry the meat!" ”

Shan Tao also sensed the anger of the Jin family from afar, and glanced at Sanzhu, neither of them understood where Shan Erlang offended the eldest sister-in-law.

"Sister-in-law, don't blame me, I didn't mean that." Yamajiro smiled and pointed to the meat, "Naturally air-dried, the meat is as good as firewood, and it will not be preserved for a long time." If you knead with fine salt and peppercorns, marinate for a few days, and finally smoke them together with pine and cypress, orange peel and peanut shell, the flavor is unique, and it is also more conducive to storage. ”

Before the Jin family could speak, Sanzhu, who was listening to the sidelines, had already begun to drool again, and shouted: "Mother, just do it, do what the second uncle says!" ”

"You have a lot of salt in your house, and you have a lot of salt." Jin rolled his eyes and slapped the three pillars on the head, "Which one makes jerky so much salt, and I haven't heard of any flowers." Play with your mud and don't know how to talk nonsense. ”

After all, Yamajiro is his brother-in-law, and now that the relationship between the two rooms has eased, he can't say it directly if he slaps his face, so the Kim family scolded Yamajiro as a grandson by the way by repairing his son's words.

Shan Tao knew that Yamajiro was not a person who talked nonsense, and it was estimated that it was the practice thousands of years later, so he pulled his sleeve and whispered, "Dad, our family's coarse salt is leaking through the fingers, where does the fine salt salted meat come from." Pepper... You say pepper? That thing is more expensive than gold. ”

The difference in the times made Yamajiro only recognize his grandson, but he still insisted that Kim try the smoking method, which at least tasted better than direct air drying.