MTL - Rise From the Humble-Chapter 20 I herd cattle in Daming

  Chapter 20 I am herding cattle in Daming

  As the saying goes, extreme joy breeds sorrow, and I think it is true.

  During dinner, there was an unfortunate incident. Halfway through the dinner, the eldest aunt broke the news.

   "Father, mother, it's like this. Jun'er's grandma saw that Jun'er was smart, so they said that they helped out Shuxiu. They didn't want to delay Jun'er, and wanted to help Juner go to school."

  When Zhu Pingan heard the news, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong. It was rare to hear that a married woman's family would be willing to help her married daughter raise children. The ancients said that the married girl poured water. Is the aunt's natal family so enlightened? Would Jun's grandma be willing, and would his uncle and aunt be willing?

  In ancient times, there was no tuition fee for going to school, but there was a bundle repair. At that time, students presented gifts to teachers to show their respect. This is bundle repair, which is actually tuition. This rule has been implemented as early as the time of Confucius. At that time, it was salted pork, but now Shuxiu is all money.

  It is much cheaper to repair in the countryside than in the towns, but it is generally around a year, that is, 1,000 ren, paid in two installments, and there are other etiquettes such as vegetables, eggs, meat, etc., which can be said to be quite expensive.

  But it is said that the eldest aunt's family is not bad, maybe.

  The grandparents were very happy when they heard that Yue’s family was willing to pay for Jun’er’s education. They valued the eldest family very much, and the elder would study well, so Jun’er would definitely study well.

  The grandparents were all happy, and it was the eldest aunt-in-law's family who paid for it, so the mother, Chen, and the fourth and third aunts naturally didn't say anything.

"Jun'er is going to school, and he is not young anymore, so he can take over from Jun'er's class to herd cattle." Seeing that no one in her family objected, the aunt's face was full of pride, and then the conversation turned to Zhu Ping'an, "Hurry up!" It’s autumn, and the cattle will be stronger so that they can do farm work.”

   You said I was young the day before yesterday!

   By the way, let me take Brother Jun's shift to herd cattle? Whenever Brother Jun let go of the cow, Mao never touched it.

  The reason why the eldest aunt arranged for Zhu Pingjun to herd cattle was because she remembered what her family said about him being smart and sensible, and she felt that she had to stop her from studying as soon as possible. On the one hand, he was afraid that the family would pay for it, so it would be better for him to farm the land to support himself like his second brother. On the other hand, he was afraid that Zhu Ping'an would steal his son's limelight, even though his son had a fortune teller and was a Wenqu star.

"Sister-in-law, my pig is still young and the cow is so big, why did he let him go?" Mother Chen objected with a frown, and she still had something to say in her heart. Why should my pig go to herd cattle when your Jun'er is going to school? Besides, when will your Jun'er let go of the cattle?

  The third aunt liked Zhu Ping'an, and she also helped to speak, "That's right, the pig is not as tall as a cow's leg."

"Our cattle are honest and tight, and they know their own way. Herding cattle means not allowing them to eat other people's crops." The aunt said repeatedly, "I have followed my second brother up the mountain, so it's okay to herd a cow." Bar."

  Mother Chen was worried about Zhu Pingan going to herd cattle, but the eldest aunt insisted, and there was no peace at the dinner table.

   "A loving mother often loses her son, so it's good for my son to go to exercise. If you really can't let it go, it's not too late to say it."

  Grandmother protects elder aunt, both in and out of the words agree.

  Mother Chen got angry at the dinner table and didn't eat much. She reached under the table and pinched Father Zhu countless times.

  Anyway, Father Zhu bared his teeth and cracked his mouth many times at the dinner table.

   "Mom, you eat more, and it's good to herd cattle. I like our cattle." Zhu Pingan stretched out his chopsticks to help Mrs. Chen pick up vegetables, and comforted Mrs. Chen with a soft child's voice.

  Son’s sensibleness made Chen feel better, but she still didn’t feel happy when she thought that her sister-in-law’s child was going to school, and her own child had to herd cattle at such a young age.

   "Xi'er is going to herd cattle, and I will give him half a pancake for each meal." The grandfather spoke.

  Grandfather usually doesn't interfere in the affairs of the family's back house. As long as the matter is not out of the ordinary, he just turns a blind eye to it. Although he attaches great importance to the eldest family, he also likes Zhu Ping'an, a chubby grandson.

  The night falls slowly, the moon rises slowly, and the faint clouds wrap around the moon, as if covering the moon with a veil. The moonlight is gentle, the night is beautiful and peaceful.

  The moonlight is quiet and gentle, but not in the East Wing.

"Why should his son go to school, my son should herd cattle. You have worked hard, and Dachuan has already done so much for this, so I want to go to herd cattle. Does our family owe the elders? "

   "You are dead, don't say a word!"

   "How can I marry a man like you, I don't even dare to fart!"

  For Zhu's father, it is not easy to leave more private money for the family. It is probably too difficult for him to oppose his parents, brothers and sisters-in-law. It's good for the boy to beat and beat more, he also thought so in his heart, besides, mother also said that if he couldn't let go, he wouldn't let him go, that's why he didn't say anything at the dinner table.

   But Mrs. Chen doesn't care about these.

  Poor old man, there is a moment of silence for you.

  Zhu Ping'an is very disobedient, let me coax you, my daughter-in-law, and ask for blessings, dad.

  The shepherd boy rides the yellow ox, and the song vibrates the forest.

This poem is simply a portrayal of Zhu Ping'an at present, riding on the back of an old ox, dangling his legs, with a bamboo kettle pinned to his waist, holding a fishing rod in his hand, with a piece of twine hanging from the fishing pole, and a piece of twine tied on the twine. Take the green grass. The tender grass just hangs in front of the ox's head, and the old ox is hoofing all the way under the guidance of the tender grass.

  On the back of the scalper is the simple saddle made of bamboo by Zhu's father last night, so Zhu Ping'an's small body can also be made stable, and the bamboo is light and does not affect the activities of the old scalper.

  Zhu Ping'an sat on the back of the ox, his thoughts drifted along with the hooves of the ox.

In other words, the poem of a shepherd boy riding a scalper was written by Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty. All the poems and sentences of the Qing Dynasty can be used by himself. Wouldn't Zhao Yi, a talented person, and even Tsangyang Gyatso, whom he saw and didn't see, all take advantage of himself.

  I also memorized a lot of eight-legged essays of the number one scholar in the Qing Dynasty when I was a graduate student. Although I can’t memorize them backwards, I can remember a lot of general ideas. The stereotyped essays in the Qing Dynasty were much more standardized than the stereotyped essays in the Ming Dynasty.

Poems can be used or modified, but stereotyped essays may not be used directly. Every stereotyped essay is a propositional composition. Although the titles are all original texts of the Four Books and Five Classics, there are so many of them. I don't know what the topic is either. If you are lucky, if the topics overlap with those you remember, you will be safe, but if the topics are different, it will be useless.

In modern times, I was studying ancient Chinese, but if I asked myself to write a stereotyped essay, I would never be able to write it. In modern times, stereotyped essays are criticized. The school has never taught how to write, and I don’t know how to write. I will use it.

   All in all, it is still necessary to study.

  Uh, it seems that the private school in Shanghe Village is on the short hill not far from the border with Xiahe Village.

  The hillside is lush with water and grass, why not go there to herd cattle.

  (end of this chapter)