In the ancestral hall, there was an endless stream of relatives and friends, Zhou Bosheng led batch after batch of Zhou clan members to the ancestral hall, and Master Zhou took Zhou Zhangshou to constantly receive visiting relatives and friends.

"Dad, I... My feet are sore, can you let me go to my mother's place to rest? ”

Zhou Zhangshou blushed, pretended to rub his sore right leg, and said to Master Zhou as if asking for help.

That's right, pretending, Brother Xun, who has always been honest, has actually learned to act.

Just look at Master Zhou's smiling expression, you can know that this immature acting skills are really difficult to compliment.

"Oh? Is it really sore? Not because of something else? ”

Looking at the small movements hidden under his son's sleeve robe, Master Zhou smiled even deeper, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

——A gentleman treats people with sincerity...... Dare to lie to me? The New Year, the New Year, so many guests are watching, I endure! Give this kid another chance, if he dares to lie and keep lying......

Hum......

Master Zhou was sneering in his heart, but he still had a 'kind' smile on his face.

Poor Brother Xun is still too young to see the hidden whip under his father's smile.

"Yes, Dad, it's almost noon, you ......"

Before Zhou Zhangshou finished speaking, he was interrupted by Master Zhou: "Mencius said: 'Heaven will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically. ’”

"Haven't you memorized this yet? It's okay, Daddy teaches you now. The general meaning of this sentence is: Heaven has to ...... heavy responsibility"

Looking at his son's stunned expression, Master Zhou was in a happy mood, and his tone became gentle: "Got it?" I can't bear this bit of hardship, how can I become a big thing in the future? Then let's go with my father and meet the people. ”

After that, Master Zhou took the lead in walking out of the ancestral hall.

Zhou Zhangshou looked at his father's back, wanted to cry without tears, weighed the yellow bird that had not moved in his sleeve, and followed silently.

……

After lunch, Meng Ke patted his belly comfortably and let out a satisfied sigh

"Hiccup~ Finally ate a full meal!"

After thanking the cook's mother as usual, he walked away.

Leaving behind a crowd of stunned Zhou house servants and helpers.

It took a long time for someone to break the silence in the kitchen: "Really, what a ...... Rice Bucket ......"

Everyone looked at the bowl in front of them, and then at the twice-sized sea bowl on Meng Ke's seat, and they all showed a look of approval.

"He's a kid? This TM eleven years old? ”

"Whose child can eat like this?"

"Who said you can't eat it, haven't you seen people eat more than pigs?"

Meng Ke, who had already left, naturally couldn't hear these discussions behind him, and he was on his way back to the side room of the ancestral hall at the moment.

But even if he hears it, he won't be at ease, people are telling the truth, what's there to mind about this?

Pushing open the side door, a little bean with braids was lying on the bed, with a loveless expression.

“xun…… Zhangshou, what's wrong with you? If you don't eat, why are you running here? ”

Hearing the movement, Brother Xun sat up from the bed suddenly, and when he saw that the person who came was Runtu, he immediately cried and shouted with a sad face: "Runtu, the little yellow bird is dead......

After Meng Ke heard Brother Xun'er's cry, his mouth twitched slightly.

What do you think is the matter, that's it?

"Don't cry, don't cry, you go to the kitchen and ask the eldest mother for a basin of hot water."

"Huh? Why do you want hot water? Can you revive the little oriole? ”

Brother Xun is still very naïve at the moment, far from the penetrating vision of Master Lu later, and he has not realized the 'sinister intentions' of 'Zhen Meng Ke Rice Bucket' at all.

"Don't ask so much, you can go quickly."

Meng Ke touched his slightly bulging belly and coaxed Brother Xun with a smile.

"Good...... Good ......"

Zhou Zhangshou wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

Soon, he came back with a small basin of hot water.

At this moment, Meng Ke had already used the dead branches and fallen leaves in the courtyard to build a small fire.

Hair removal, disembowelment, skewering on a washed wooden stick on the fire, lightly sprinkled with salt flowers......

In front of Zhou Zhangshou, in one go.

Before poor Brother Xun could react, tears were forced to flow out of the corners of his mouth before he even had time to flow out of his eyes.

"Woo ~ little yellow bird...... Hmph~ It's so fragrant......"

With a slight sobbing sound and a gurgling sound from his abdomen, Brother Xun'er's eyes were dull, and he looked at the yellow orioles strung on the branches with a cute expression, as if he had been broken.

"Taste?"

Meng Ke handed the wooden stick with the yellow oriole to Brother Xun'er's mouth and said with a wicked smile.

"Hmm!"

No matter how miserable he cried before, Brother Xun still subconsciously swallowed his saliva at this moment, then reached out and took the wooden stick in Meng Ke's hand and bit it lightly.

"Hmmm! It smells so good...... Delicious......"

In fact, this kind of barbecue with only a little salt is not very delicious, but Zhou Zhangshou followed his father to pick up the guests for a morning, and he was hungry, so he naturally felt fragrant and delicious.

Recalling the past decades later, Brother Xun wrote in the introduction to "Morning Flowers and Sunset": "I once repeatedly recalled the vegetables and fruits I ate in my hometown as a child: water chestnut, monk beans, coconut white, and melon, all of which were extremely delicious and delicious, and they were all bewitched by my homesickness. But what I miss the most is still the roasted meat made by Runtu's own hands.

Really, until now, I really haven't eaten the same hot meat as that day, and I don't see that high-spirited teenager anymore. ”

Of course, that's all for later.

Now Brother Xun is still a greedy child, eating barbecue and getting carried away.

The yellow oriole is not big, a small one, and it was quickly wiped out by Brother Xun, and in the end, even the bones seemed to have been licked by a wild beast, and even the flesh on it could not be seen.

"Hmm~ I haven't eaten yet."

Brother Xun licked his lips and put down the wooden stick in his hand a little reluctantly.

"Go to the kitchen if you haven't eaten enough, this is your house, can you still be hungry?"

Meng Ke looked at him a little unsatisfied, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

Is it possible to bake another one? There is not enough firewood.

"Okay~"

Hearing Meng Ke's words, Brother Xun'er's eyes suddenly darkened.

Meng Ke looked at his expression and couldn't help but want to laugh.

The childhood of the great writer is no different from that of ordinary children, the same gluttony and naughty.

drove away Zhou Zhangshou, Meng Ke planned to sleep for an afternoon, after all, he had to watch the sacrificial vessels at night.

……

Shaoxing, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, has a dense river network.

To the east of the city, on the river next to the market, a simple canopy boat is docked on the riverbank, and a thin little boy at the bow of the boat is holding a few pieces of oily pork pancakes, nibbling with relish.

In the cabin, two middle-aged men sat opposite each other.