Make a long-term worker as an old attack

Niu Geng didn't sleep well last night, and when he woke up in the morning, it was a big mess again, he wiped his mouth, as if he could taste that sweet smell again in his dream.

At the end of the day, after breakfast and lunch, Niu Geng had no taste in his mouth, as if possessed by an evil spirit, and he was out of his mind. When it was almost evening, Xue Zhong ran to the field to look for him.

"What's the matter, Uncle Zhong?" Niu Geng asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Don't do the work in hand, you come with me first." Xue Zhong dragged him to put down the sickle for harvesting wheat, and Niu Geng staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"What's the matter? The work is not done yet."

"Happy event, Niu Er, your boy has a great happy event!"

"What happy event? Why don't I know?"

"The master asked someone to come down and tell you to go to the eldest and young master's room every evening to learn how to write and keep accounts."

"Ah?!" Niu Geng was stunned for a moment: "What?! Ask me to write and keep accounts? Is the master confused? I don't even know how I got this money."

"You idiot, what are you talking about." Xue Zhong didn't care so much, and dragged him forward: "Isn't this for the young master to teach you? After learning to keep accounts, I will not deceive the master's family. Uncle Zhong is an old man. I originally planned to return to my hometown to take care of my grandson. The master's family has never had a successor who can write and keep accounts, so I have been doing it all the time. After your child has learned it, I can go back to my hometown." As he spoke, he dragged Niu Er to the well, fetched water with a bucket, handed him a piece of cloth, and said, "Wipe off, the sweat smells all over your body. , the young master will despise you again later."

Inexplicably, he was washed and wiped clean by Uncle Zhong, and even forced to put a short shirt on his habitual upper body. Niu Geng suddenly felt that he was being sold after being cleaned.

After entering the east backyard of the master's house, Niu Geng felt uncomfortable all over. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that this was not the place for a rough man like him to come.The courtyard is very elegantly decorated. As soon as you enter the small courtyard, you can see an exquisitely carved Taihu stone rockery. The rockery is surrounded by a circle of chrysanthemums grown in flower pots. There are patchwork chrysanthemums in the corner of the small courtyard. Green bamboo, and many other plants that even the burdock can't name.Walking a few steps into the courtyard is the young master's wing room, in the middle there is an Eight Immortals table, on each side of the Eight Immortals table there are Eight Immortals chairs, and there is a painting hanging directly above the table, which shows an old man standing with his hands folded, his forehead Big, with a long beard.

Niu Geng poked his head to look at the painting, tugged at Xue Zhong behind him, and asked, "Uncle Zhong, who is this painting? Is it the ancestor of the master's family?"

"That's a portrait of Confucius." A clear voice came from the direction of the courtyard door. Niu Geng turned his head and saw a man in a green gown standing at the door, with his hands behind his back, standing on the third flight of stairs, hanging himself The closed Danfeng eyes looked at him casually, the small oval face was raised slightly, and the small scarlet mouth was pursed up and down, as if restraining something.

"Young master, you are back." Xue Zhong hurriedly went up to greet him: "According to the master's instructions, I brought you Niu Er, and I will let him learn to write and keep accounts at your place from now on."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Zhong, you should hurry up and rest."

"Okay, young master, Niu Er is a bit stunned, don't worry when you teach him."

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, I will definitely teach him well." As he said that, Xue Zhaoqing looked at Niu Geng meaningfully, and his back felt chills when he looked at Niu Geng.

"Come in, why are you still standing there?" Seeing Xue Zhong off, Xue Zhaoqing led Niu Geng into his room. After entering the room, Niu Geng discovered that there was a hole in the wing. There are a lot of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, calligraphy and painting. The west side of the wing room should be the bedroom of the young master. Niu Geng took a peek, hey, why is this man's bedroom so exquisite?Not to mention the big carved bed, the soft cloth pillows embroidered with gold thread, and the quilt embroidered with pink chrysanthemums, not to mention why there is a strange smell in the room?

Niu Geng, who was used to the smell of sex, was not used to it, and sneezed several times in succession.

"What's wrong with you?" Xue Zhaoqing couldn't help asking when he saw that he kept sneezing.

"What's the smell in this room? It makes my nose itchy." Niu Geng rubbed his nose and sneezed a few more times.

"What kind of smell can it have? It's just the smell of ink from books. Come and smell it, is it this smell?" He said, leading Niu Geng to the study room, and took the inkstone that had not yet dried out and put it on his desk. before.

"Ah!" Niu Geng sneezed, almost spraying Xue Zhaoqing's face.

"It's the smell of ink, young master. I can't learn to write. I have to drink the cows and horses. I'm leaving first."

"Stop!" The young master of the Xue family shouted, and Niu Geng obediently stood there without moving.

"Turn around." Niu Geng silently turned his sturdy body around, drooping his head, not daring to look at Xue Zhaoqing.

"Come here and sit down." Step by step, Niu Geng obediently sat on the chair opposite Xue Zhaoqing.

"Let me ask you, why are you working?"

"Earn food."

"Why earn food?"

"Marry a wife." Niu Geng smiled foolishly, looking at the young master's face, hehe, so white, so pretty.

Xue Zhaoqing suppressed the anger in his heart for the time being, it would be difficult to deal with this fool after scaring him away, he tilted his head slightly, and his tone softened a little.

"If you learn to keep accounts and write, my father will give you more food and more wages. Don't you want to?"

"Really?" Niu Geng was calculating in his head, if his wages could increase, wouldn't it be faster for him to earn enough for the wedding ceremony and marrying a daughter-in-law? Geng still felt that he couldn't learn this.

Xue Zhaoqing stood opposite Niu Geng, he had a panoramic view of the man's changing face at this moment, seeing that he was still hesitant, Xue Zhaoqing bit his lip, and took out a piece of rock candy from his bosom.

"You come to learn to write and keep accounts with me every day. I will give you a piece of rock candy every day just like when I was a child."

crystal sugar? !Burg Geng's big eyes glared brightly instantly, the smell that he had been thinking about for years was right under his nose, there was no reason not to be indifferent, the forehead of his brain immediately lit like a sieve.

"That's good, but let's talk about it first. If you don't study hard, or just goof around to pass the time, I won't give it to you." Xue Zhaoqing shook the rock candy in his hand, with a smirk on his lips. Son, it depends on this.

"Young master, don't worry, I, Niu Geng, will definitely do what I promised." Niu Geng smirked, his eyes dangling along the piece of rock candy.

"Okay, tell me first, do you know how to hold a brush?" Xue Zhaoqing picked up a brush and handed it to Niu Geng after putting away the piece of rock candy in his small bag.

Niu Geng took it over, and the thin pen holder didn't feel the same as the things he used for work. Niu Geng pinched it with two thick fingers, trying to stand it up.

"No, you want to do this." Xue Zhaoqing ran to his side at some point, he stretched out his right hand, grasped Niu Geng's clumsy fingers one by one, and helped him to position them properly.

At this time, Niu Geng only had one thought in his mind: Why are the young master's little hands so soft?It's softer than his mother's steamed bun...

"Look, it's all right if it's like this." Xue Zhaoqing said softly, whether it was intentional or not, the scent of the fragrance in his voice blew the burdock's ear circles red.

For a moment, Niu Geng's blood surged up, he just wanted to get away from the culprit who ignited the fire, and dodge a little to the side, but when he dodged, the posture of his hands became disordered again.

"Look, it's wrong again." Xue Zhaoqing gently took his hand over. This time, he didn't just help him adjust his position one by one, he simply attached his whole right hand to it, Xue Zhaoqing His hand is much smaller than that of Niu Geng, but this does not prevent this daring little rabbit from eating the tofu of his subordinate without any restraint.Because of doing farm work all year round, the back of Niu Geng's hands is much rougher than Xue Zhaoqing's. The five fingers are dark and thick, and the grooves between the knuckles are clear. The palm of his hand rubbed the back of Niu Geng's hand ambiguously, before he had rubbed twice, the person who was sitting on the side stood up abruptly, and threw the pen aside.

"Master, I..." Niu Geng stood up and was a lot bigger than Xue Zhaoqing, but before he finished speaking, Xue Zhaoqing, who raised his eyebrows, blocked him with a look.

"What's wrong?" Xue Zhaoqing asked.

"Well, young master, I, my hands are itchy..." Niu Geng thought about Bingtang, then looked at the harmless face of the man in front of him, but he still didn't tell the truth.

"Your hand is itchy, let's scratch it, then continue to hold the pen, I will teach you to write your name." Xue Zhaoqing flicked his sleeves, walked back to the front of the desk, watched Niu Geng take the pen in a decent manner, and sat down again After getting down, he took another Langhao pen from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, wrote the word burdock on the rice paper, turned his head, and put it in front of burdock.

"This is my name?" Niu Geng has grown up so much, he has never seen what his own name looks like. Uncle Zhong wrote his name as Niu Er to save trouble when keeping accounts, so the word "Niu" He recognized it, but this was the first time he saw the word "Geng".

Niu Geng drew a ladle according to the gourd, like a young master, dipped the ink in the inkstone, and drew symbols on the rice paper in front of him.

For the first time, the strength was too great, and the paper was directly pierced by him.

The second time, too much ink was applied, and the character "Geng" was written in a big black ink dumpling.

The third time, the ink stained too little, and nothing could be written with that pen without two strokes on the paper.

……

Sitting upright for an hour, when that round dark face was almost painted into a kitten in ink, Niu Geng finally smirked at a piece of yellowed, rough-edged paper.

"It's finished, it's finished, young master, look, I wrote it right?" Putting down the brush, he picked up the corner of the paper with both hands, Niu Geng's face was full of joy, and he couldn't find the reluctance just now. , showing off his achievements like a child.

The Niu character is well written, neat and tidy, with a strong nib. The Geng character is not bad when you take it apart. An "ear" and a "fire" are both decent, but the two parts are separated too much. At first glance, I thought what he wrote was the best.

However, Xue Zhaoqing's beautiful eyes are biased in reading characters, as long as it is written by Niu Geng, he probably thinks it is good even if it is really a bunch of ghostly symbols.

"Well, it's really well written."

When Niu Geng heard the young master praise him, he was so happy that he didn't know the east, west, and north. Looking at the big characters he wrote, he felt a little excited. He, Niu Geng, has grown up so much, he can finally write his own name!

"Is learning to write fun?" Xue Zhaoqing asked while handing Niu Geng a piece of rock candy.

"It's fun."

"Then come tomorrow?"

"Come on." Niu Geng stuffed the rock sugar into his mouth, smacking the taste that he hadn't tasted for several years, and suddenly a sense of comfort spread from the tip of his tongue to his whole body.

Xue Zhaoqing looked at it clearly, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, "Small man, I see you don't take the bait!"