MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 32 farmer's children

  Chapter 32 The children of the farmers

  There is an open space in Fengzhuang, which is specially used for drying wheat grains during the harvest season. Now that it is hot summer, the wheat has already been put into storage, and the millet is not ripe yet, so this place has become a place for the children of the village to play on weekdays.

  Especially at dusk, when the farmer’s family has collected their live, and it’s not time for dinner, the children in the village will come here to play together.

   "Dog, can I exchange this sparrow for the twist in your hand?" One of the teenagers held a sparrow in his hand and said to a seven or eight-year-old kid.

The little boy looked at the brightly colored bird with longing in his eyes, but he held the twist tightly in his hand and shook his head firmly: "No way. The master said that only the fastest literate Only human beings can eat this twist. Brother A Niu, you can’t compare to me, so I can’t give it to you.”

  The older child wiped the drool from his mouth, and said angrily: "For some reason, I am the fastest learner when I work with Yaomei on weekdays, but when it comes to literacy, I can't always remember."

  Besides, there are other children laughing: "Niuba, you are too slow to learn to read. You can't even compare with us, let alone compare with Gouzi. I can't even eat mahua, let alone you."

"Go, go!" Ah Niu was not annoyed, but waved to others angrily, stuffed the bird in his hand into Gouzi's arms, and said, "Then give this bird to you, just spare me How about a bite? It smells really good!"

Gouzi looked at the bird in his arms reluctantly, as if he had made a big decision, then he stretched out his hand holding the twist, hesitantly said: "Then you take a bite, only one bite, not too much. "

  Niu Wa immediately nodded repeatedly: "I know, I will take a bite."

   One bite, it was fragrant, crispy, salty, and full of oily taste, Niuwa squinted his eyes happily.

  The other children next to him were so envious, they swallowed, and shouted: "Goofy dog, tomorrow I will catch a bird for you too, can you give me a bite too?"

At this moment, two buffaloes approached from afar, one behind the other, walking at a steady pace. There was a man sitting sideways on the buffalo in front, playing the willow flute leisurely, and the one behind was being held by the old housekeeper. in hand.

   "Sure enough, there is a style of seclusion!"

  In the dark place under the tree that is not noticed by anyone in the distance, a man and a woman are looking at this side, and it is the man who is talking.

But I saw the statue of the person sitting on the back of the buffalo, whose body moved with the ups and downs of the buffalo's back. He had the demeanor of a child of no family who could keep his body upright even on a bumpy car, but blowing The willow flute's breath was not disturbed at all. Although there is no formal form, it does not have a carefree appearance.

  The woman next to the man didn't speak, especially indifferent.

The man seemed to have expected this situation long ago, or maybe he was used to it, but he was not angry, he just listened to the willow flute for a while, and smiled lightly: "This music is new, I have never heard it before. "

"The master is here!" The children who were playing around finally noticed the sound of the flute and yelled, so the scene was chaotic, everyone put away their things, and those who couldn't put them away respectfully kept away. set aside.

  The little Gouzi blushed, and the child's voice was shrill: "Hurry up and line up, hurry up and line up!"

  After putting things away in a hurry, the children hurriedly lined up in two teams from high to low.

  Seeing this, the man's face finally became serious, his expression was a little shocked, and he lost his voice: "How can an ignorant boy in the countryside compare with the soldiers?"

  Can understand orders and make corresponding formations, already has a preliminary prototype of the formation.

  The eyes of the indifferent woman finally fluctuated, and she said softly: "The country boy is right, but ignorance is not necessarily."

   "Oh? How do you say that?"

   "Li Langjun, let's read it first, and you will know later."

   "I heard you clamoring to eat mahua from a distance, what's the matter? You think you're learning faster than Gouzi?" Feng Yong asked with a smile as he got off the cow.

  All the children were silent, only the baby who had just eaten a mouthful of Mahua grinned and said, "When I go back to the Lord's house, they are all envious of me being able to eat Mahua, and they want to exchange sparrows and dogs."

  Niuwa is going to be beaten again!

  All the children shrank their necks together and looked at Niuwa gloatingly.

   "My lord, I was wrong." Niu Wa felt something was wrong after finishing speaking, and lowered her head to admit her mistake.

"How many times have I told you that you should raise your hand when speaking in the queue, and stretch out your left hand!" Feng Yong lowered his face, and slapped Niuwa's palm three times with the branch in his hand. He took it back, feeling relieved for a while.

  Being a teacher is good. If you beat someone’s child openly, their parents will be grateful to you. Some parents even feel that the teacher is not hard enough, so they will make up for it again when they go home.

  The more knowledge-hungry parents are, the more so. Of course, in the years before Feng Yong's time travel, such good parents have almost disappeared-it doesn't matter if the child learns well or not, but you can't let my child be wronged. If you dare to make my child wronged, I will destroy your family's job!

"Gouzi learns well because he is smart. You are not as smart as others, so work hard. As long as you are willing to study hard, there will always be twists. We will have a small test in three days. As long as you can understand the thousand words When Wen Mo comes to 'Yuchu Kungang', he will be rewarded with mahua. If anyone can't even do this, then in the next ten days, he will not only learn how to raise chickens from Yaomei, but also learn how to read from Gouzi. Playing, let me herd the cows, and cut the night grass for the cows."

  As a part-time teacher, Feng Yong has learned the true meaning of rural teachers in the last century. In that simple era, when the busy farming season came, the teachers of the school directly took the students in the class to do farm work for their own family. Who would dare to make irresponsible remarks?

Just like now, the farmers who have nothing to do and are waiting for dinner are watching from afar. No matter whether Feng Yong is beating or scolding, he will not show any expression of distressing his own children, but gritted his teeth and hated his children for not being good. Fighting, secretly thinking about rewarding the little brat with a meal of fried pork on bamboo boards when he comes home at night.

  When they first heard that the master’s family wanted to pick a few children to help Yaomei, the dealers took an indifferent attitude. How much work can half-aged children do in the mansion? At most, it is enough to fill the stomach.

  The old man in the family works harder, and the children can still be fed, and more importantly, the parents at home can also teach the children the skills of farming. What can the government learn? Do you serve people?

  But when they knew that the children entering the mansion could learn to read and write, the farmers on the village immediately went crazy, and went straight to the mansion with their children.

Some even recited all the wheat left over after paying the rent at home, saying that it was the child's Shuxiu. They didn't think about whether they could live on the northwest wind in the future. Sell ​​yourself into the mansion, saying that you only need to leave the child a free body.

  So in the end, all the children under the age of 12 and over five years old in Zhuangshang became servants in Feng's residence, not a single one was left behind. If it weren't for being too young under the age of five, it is estimated that there will be a few more children. As for those who are over twelve years old, they are already considered a Dingkou in this era, so naturally they cannot be taken in casually.

  (end of this chapter)