Zhang Sijiu watched the back and forth between the Xu family and the Li family's aunt, and he couldn't laugh - this kind of scene, no matter how many times I watched it, I still found it interesting!

The aunt of the Li family was like a whirlwind, and ate the big bowl of tofu and fish soup with rice.

After eating, she carefully fed the little pumpkin.

The little pumpkin is now bigger again, white and tender, and its small physique is about to catch up with the iron egg - but Zhang Sijiu thinks that it is likely because the black is thin and the white is fat.

Anyway, as long as the two of them are placed together, it feels like the little pumpkin is really like a small steamed bun, white and noisy, making people want to take a bite.

Iron Eggs......

Well, as a mother-in-law, the Li family's aunt is a little disgusted.

The little pumpkin is now eating milk with a lot of ferocity, and she and Tie Dan are on one side, and the two of them have to fight each other - yes, fight. The two little paws kept grabbing me, I pushed you, and then the little feet kept kicking.

Zhang Sijiu saw that it was called a relish. I'm also a little embarrassed: this is the typical hustle and bustle.

However, Aunt Li didn't care. She has a lot of milk, and the iron egg is always by her side, she eats when she is hungry, and eats when she is hungry, compared to the little pumpkin, she does not suffer at all.

This aunt of the Li family was breastfeeding, and the aunt of the Li family finally asked about the Zhang family's pigsty repair: "You are so decent, why did you think of getting up from the house?" ”

"It's not a house, it's a pigsty." Xu didn't mean to hide it, anyway, everyone would soon know about this matter.

But she still said it nicely: "Someone specially painted us with a look, saying that it was more convenient." My aunt also knows about our family's situation, and if I want to hold a few more pigs, I must find a way to get a pigsty. Otherwise, pigs are prone to fighting. ”

The Li family's aunt is indeed very clear about the situation of the Zhang family, and she also knows that their family must only lack money - but she still feels that even if it is for raising pigs, this money is not worth spent.

Just a few pigs, where is it worth building a house to live in?

Xu knew what the Li family's aunt thought, so he smiled and said, "I don't count the house, just make two sheds." It's better to shelter from the wind and rain. ”

She warmly invited the aunt of the Li family: "When the time comes, the aunt will come and see." If you find it convenient, make one, too! I asked Xiaoshan to help! ”

Not to mention anything else, that toilet is really convenient to look at.

Xu Shi watched it several times today, and found that it was only so convenient to go to the pit when the time came! And there is solid soil on both sides, just such a trench, even Xiaobai can't fall into it! How safe!

After listening to Yang Yuanding again, she can still go to the toilet and flush the toilet, which is clean and not smelly, and she feels that the money is worth it.

Xu loves to be clean, and the house is cleaned up properly, but the pigsty and the thatched pit, there is no way - she really feels that she is buried.

For Xu's enthusiasm, Aunt Li was really a little curious, and planned to take a look at it when the time came.

Let's see if the money was spent in vain!

After the little pumpkin finished feeding, Zhang Sijiu and Xu took her home, and on the way, they also met Daddy Li, father and son. The two of them were full of red food, satisfied, and exchanged greetings with Xu, and then they separated.

When he returned home, Zhang Xiaoshan had already cleaned up the table with Yang, and washed the dishes and chopsticks.

After a busy day, everyone was really tired, and Xu took a bath and slept in his own room.

Zhang Sijiu finished washing, but he was not in a hurry to sleep.

Instead, he took out a small bamboo slice and reviewed the medicinal herbs on it one by one.

These small pieces of bamboo were all split by herself, and each piece was very thin, two fingers wide, about two or three millimeters thick, and when it dried, it was off-white.

Writing with a thin black charcoal pen is suitable.

The only bad thing is that it is particularly easy to wear off.

This made Zhang Sijiu involuntarily miss the pencil very much.

I couldn't help but make a duck quill - there were no geese at home, so I had to replace it with duck feathers.

Pluck the hardest feather on the duck's wings, hollow the capillary tube, and you can write with the gray water at the bottom of the pot. Although there is so much water that comes out each time, it is a little better than black charcoal.

Fortunately, you only need to write keywords.

Otherwise, Zhang Sijiu really can't do it.

Today, Zhang Sijiu has learned forty kinds of herbs, adding up to forty pieces of bamboo.

Zhang Sijiu reviewed every day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening, never stopping.

Memorization has to be like this, review often, recite often repeatedly, and remember the key words firmly so that you will not forget.

This is what Zhang Sijiu summed up after studying medicine for so many years: there are too many professional terms in medicine, and once there is a problem in recitation, it will definitely become a large-scale head-banging scene during the exam.

It wasn't until the review was finished that Zhang Sijiu was satisfied and put away the bamboo slices neatly and neatly, and then went to bed.

After a while, Zhang Sijiu plans to get some thin rope, wear all these bamboo pieces, and hang them on the beams! In this way, you can read it at any time, and you don't have to worry about messing up the words in the process of cleaning up!

Until then, you have to get the word through the clear road.

The next day, Yang Yuanding came early in the morning and brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

However, Zhang Sijiu was useless, and directly pulled him to a sand pit - yes, a sand pit. She was reluctant to even do the sand table, so she dug a pit directly, and then went to the river to dig some clean river sand.

Then I casually folded a bamboo strip, and it was considered a pen.

This bunker can be used for teaching, and it can be used to practice calligraphy.

Yang Yuanding had never seen such an ancient and simple place of study, and he was stunned for a full three seconds, and then his eyes widened: "Good guy, as long as your thoughts don't slip, there are more ways than difficulties!" ”

Then he circled the bunker several times, and looked so interested that it was simply speechless.

In the end, Yang Yuan Dingxing hurriedly said: "Si Jiu, have you ever seen the old man practicing calligraphy in the square?" ”

Zhang Sijiu remembered instantly.

Those uncles, every word is still well written. Carrying a pen like a broom, dipped in some water, he wrote on the ground.

Then when it is naturally dried, there is no trace left.

Pure thrift and showmanship!

Yang Yuanding rubbed his chin: "How about I go back and fix the whole one?" ”

Zhang Sijiu pondered for a moment, and finally chose to cheer him on: "Then you work hard." If so, how much money should be saved! ”

But in her heart, she knew that this thing would most likely not be done: the ground was big enough to do this, but ...... Such a large piece of land, I'm afraid it will cost the old and the young.

Moreover, there is no way to get a piece of land by hand.

It's done, it's a check-in mecca......

However, he was so enthusiastic, Zhang Sijiu didn't want to pour cold water on him.

After Yang Yuanding looked forward to the future, he took out a book from his arms, cleared his throat, and prepared to start teaching.