Zhu Zhi shook his head: "Home? …… I don't have ...... anymore Home. ”

"If Brother Zhu doesn't dislike it, you can treat this place as your home."

Zhu Zhi stared at Wang Yuanwai for a moment, as if thinking about something, and then bowed deeply: "This will add a lot of trouble to Brother Wang, after the Spring Festival, I want to find another place to live in the village, and I can work and feed Ping'er after the spring." ”

"When it comes to work, you think about it yourself, and there is nothing to do in the village at this time. The accommodation is not in a hurry, and my room is idle anyway. If you can't bring Ping'er alone, you can hand it over to my family with my Hou'er to bring. Zhu Zhi thanked him again.

Wang Yuanwai's parents died early when he was twenty-five years old, as the eldest brother, Wang Yuanwai relied on his body, busy in the fields to the lake, busy in the lake to the mountains, and finally pulled four younger brothers and a younger sister into a family. In these years, every Chinese New Year's Eve, the brothers and sisters would gather at the eldest brother's house for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and the family would talk about the coming year around the square table.

In the evening, Zhu Zhi was also invited to sit on the left side of the dinner table. Wang Yuanwai's words in the morning somewhat dissolved the worries in Zhu Zhi's heart, he saluted Wang Yuanwai's brother cup after cup, and the unspeakable words of gratitude melted into the wine and swallowed it into his stomach.

This year's Chinese New Year, Wang Yuanwai is particularly happy, Wang Hou, who is already two months old, has round eyes, as if he is curious to look at everyone who hugs him. Ziping was hugged by Wang Yuanwai's four daughters in turn, babbling and learning. At this time, it was very cold outside, the lake was covered with thick ice, and there were ice ridges two or three feet long hanging under the eaves, but the interior was full of Western learning bowls, and the smell of wine exuded a warm smell.

The seven years of ☆☆☆☆☆ passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the fourth year of Yongle (1406). One night seven years ago, after working in a neighboring village, Carpenter Wang came back after drinking a lot of wine, and before he entered the village, he saw a person standing by the lake dozens of meters away, and only heard the man sigh: "A-Ning, I'm sorry for you and the child...... But Ping'er, what should I do? After sighing, he rose from the ground and rose to the top of the tree. He was so frightened that the carpenter sat on the ground, and he had no strength in wine, but when he rubbed his eyes, he saw that under the moonlight, the man stepped on the top of the tree and jumped into the mountain.

When he returned to the village, he said that he had seen the "mountain god", and everyone in the village made fun of him for drinking too much.

In the past seven years, Zhu Zhi has been helping Wang Yuanwai to farm, and also went to the lake to fish with the villagers. What is different is that Zhu Zhi farms, and when others planted a row of seedlings, he had already planted three rows; Others pick 100 catties of rice, but he picks more than 200 catties and still walks like flying. Especially fishing, every time he goes to the lake, he always catches hundreds of catties more than others.

In the autumn of two years ago, with the help of Wang Yuanwai, Zhu Zhi built three thatched huts and added a few pieces of furniture to a vacant lot on the edge of the village. This clearing was not far from Wang Yuanwai's house, about two or three hundred paces away.

On the day of moving, with the help of Wang Yuanwai and a few villagers, Zhu Zhi cooked a table of dishes in his new house. During the banquet, Zhu Zhi raised the wine bowl and saluted Wang Yuanwai, and said with tears: "Brother Wang, the kindness of saving lives and taking in, in the past five years, I, Zhu Zhi, have often remembered that without Brother Wang, there would be no me and peace today." I'm a rough man, I can't speak, and this bowl of wine toasts you. ”

"Brother Zhu don't have to be polite, I'll drink this wine, don't talk about help and the like. Now that you have a house, you are only in your thirties, marry a daughter-in-law as soon as possible, and you have someone who loves Ping'er. ”

"Brother Wang, Ping'er has been loved by you for the past five years, and he has not suffered a little grievance, if you don't dislike it, he is your son. I just want to raise him now, and I don't think about anything else. ”

That night, Zhu Zhi drank a lot of wine, looked at Zhu Ziping and Wang Hou, who were having a good time, and his eyes softened a lot.

According to the imperial examination system at that time, the first and second grades must be obtained to be eligible to participate in the triennial township examination. In the following ten years, he failed to admit the subject four times, and in frustration, he couldn't withstand the persuasion of Wang Yuanwai and set up the only private school in the village. This year, Zhu Ziping and Wang Hou were eight years old, and they had already reached the age of going to private school.

On the morning of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, in the private school founded by Wang Suoli, Wang Hou, Zhu Ziping and other three children, Wang Changbo, Wang Changmei, and Wang Changzhi, kowtowed respectfully to Wang Suoli. Changbo Wang Hou is one year old, Changmei is the same age as Wang Hou, and Changzhi Xiao Wang Hou is one year old.

In front of the portrait of Master Confucius, Wang Suoli asked five people to kowtow to the portrait, Wang Hou and others knelt down according to the words, but Zhu Ziping stood still. Wang was stunned: "Ping'er, why don't you kneel?" ”

"Third uncle, I don't know this person. My father said that men should stand up to the sky and the earth, and they should not kneel easily. ”

"This is the saint of Confucius, the saint has been poor since he was a child, but he can continue to improve himself and become a master ......of all ages," Wang Suoli sighed, "That's it, if you don't want to kneel, then do it." Zhu Ziping made a gesture according to his words.

Since then, the five children have been studying in the private school every day, but Zhu Ziping has no interest in books, jumping and laughing outside the private school, playing and making trouble, but as soon as he entered the private school, he immediately shrunk his neck and became even more drowsy in front of the books. After a month, there will only be a few sentences of "At the beginning of man, his nature is good", and then he recited it and couldn't hear what he was reading.

was so angry that the third uncle blew his beard and glared, if it weren't for his foreign surname, he would have gone up with a whip, even so, Zhu Ziping's palms were often red and swollen.

Every time Zhu Ziping was slapped in the palm, although he didn't say a word or resist, Wang Changmei always covered his ears and couldn't bear to listen, Wang Changzhi looked at the third uncle with blank eyes, and every time the whip fell, his little brow was slightly frowned, as if the whip was knocked on his hand. Changmei is the eldest daughter of the carpenter Wang in the village, and Changzhi is the youngest daughter of Wang Hou's fifth uncle.

It's May, and it's a busy time in the village. Zhu Zhi was in the wheat field outside Wang Yuan, waving a shiny sickle, the wheat stalks fell, and the sun basked every inch of the land, exuding the breath of early summer. When the night was approaching, Zhu Zhi returned home, but saw Ziping sitting alone at the door.

"What's wrong Ping'er, didn't you play with Hou'er?"

"Dad, I don't want to go to private school anymore."

"Hehe, was you beaten by the third uncle again today?" Zhu Zhi looked at Ziping with a gloomy face, and couldn't help laughing, "Manly man, why can't you stand this grievance?" ”

"I really don't want to go, Dad, what's the use of studying, those poems and books can't be eaten."

Zhu Zhi was stunned when he heard this, picked up Ziping, went into the house to light the fuel lamp, and put him on the seat. stared at Ziping for a moment, touched his head, and said slowly: "My family Ping'er has grown up and can think about things." The third uncle beats you for your good, and when you grow up, you will understand that if you don't study, you will do a lot of things wrong, and you will miss a lot of things. Ping'er, you're still young, when you're older, Dad will tell you something.

"But since you don't want to study, then from today onwards, you have to study hard during the day, and at night your father will teach you to practice martial arts, and after practicing martial arts, you will not be afraid of being beaten in the future, and you can also make a difference." sighed, "It's just that Dad doesn't know, is this good or bad for you, alas...... Ping'er, are you willing to endure hardship? ”

For the first time, Ziping saw his father's eyes so stern, and said timidly: "Dad, Ping'er is not afraid of hardship, I listen to my father." ”

Zhu Zhi nodded, carefully closed the door, leaned over and dragged out a wooden box from under the bed, opened the lid, turned out four or five layers of straw, and took out a package. The parcel was wrapped tightly with strips of blue cloth, the same object that had made the king suspicious seven years ago.

"Ping'er, this package is related to your and my lives, you must not say it to anyone, remember?"

Zhu Ziping nodded sensibly. Zhu Zhi untied the blue cloth strip, but it was an object about three feet long, this object was four-edged, the upper end was slightly smaller, and the lower end had a round handle, and the upper and lower ends were made in one, emitting a dark luster. Ziping touched it with his little hands, but there was a hint of warmth.

"Ping'er, this thing is made of meteorite iron, called Meteoric Sun. You don't have to ask where you got this stuff from, and when you grow up, your dad will naturally tell you. Now you sleep. ”

Zhu Ziping took off his shoes and socks as he said, and went to bed to lie down. Zhu Zhi put the sunset at his feet, the time was not long, Ziping only felt a stream of hot air flowing into the center of his feet, along the calf to the thigh to the lower abdomen.

"Ping'er, don't be afraid, you use this hot gas as hot water, swirling and flowing in your abdomen." Zhu Zhi said, while stretching out his fingers to point on the outside of Ziping's legs, the hanging bell, Guangming, Yangjiao, Yangling Spring, Zhongdu, and Wushu, and then changed his fingers into palms, and landed on Ziping's lower abdomen and gently stroked them, making a circular rotation.

Under the guidance of his father, the heat flowing into his flat abdomen gradually increased. The air flow flowed slowly in his abdomen, and he felt that his lower abdomen and legs were unusually comfortable, as if he had climbed the mountain behind the village, and stepped on the soft, shallow grass on the path to descend the mountain, and came to the edge of the pool, where the water in the pool shone golden in the sunlight. Ziping felt tired of walking, and his whole body was weak, so he soaked his legs in the water, and the water was not only shining, but also flowing warmly, and this warmth went down his legs to his stomach and then to his chest, and a wave of tiredness slowly hit.

"Sleep." Zhu Zhi said softly, pulled the quilt to cover him, and fell asleep from Ziping. Under the light, I saw the child's brows stretched, his smile was absent, and his hair stood up, as if something was attracting him to his head.

Zhu Zhi looked at Ziping and secretly smiled bitterly: "This kid is a good material for martial arts, I really hope that he will live in this village in peace and security for the rest of his life." For the sake of this sunset, it has already caused so much trouble...... It's just that he was born with the gene of martial arts training in his blood, alas! Good or bad, this is fate......"

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