An Ziqi's ancient life

An Ziqi sent these daughters-in-law and aunts to the town with a stiff face, and hurried away in the bullock cart. If he didn't leave, he felt that his eardrums would burst.

"Brother, what should we go shopping first?" An Zimin asked.

"Let's go to the vegetable market first. Let's buy what mother wants first." An Ziqi thought for a while before making a decision.

"it is good."

An Ziqi put the ox cart on the ox cart and walked in.

When we arrived at the vegetable market, An Ziqi first went to Butcher Zheng to weigh three catties of fat meat. Everyone here loves that kind of fat meat, but An Ziqi didn't like it very much.

Zheng Datu wrapped the meat and said, "My little brother, today's suet is also good, do you want a few catties to cook meat oil?" After finishing speaking, he took out a piece of white suet from under the partition.

An Ziqi looked at it and thought it was not bad. Originally, he only bought soybean oil for the family, but he forgot about the meat oil.Soybean oil is more expensive than meat oil, I guess An Ziqin feels a little distressed when cooking these days.An Ziqi couldn't see rapeseed oil here, and he didn't know if it was not in this era or in this place.

"Give me all this piece!" An Ziqi said.

"Okay, five catties, eighteen coins per catty." Zheng Datu also wrapped it up and handed it to An Ziqi.

An Ziqi paid 150 Wen and went to see Tudou again.

There aren't many fresh vegetables for sale now, and most of them are dried vegetables stored in winter or potatoes that are durable to storage. After thinking about it, An Ziqi decided to buy a few catties of potatoes and just spawn some on the way. The province still has to save.

An Ziqi bought a candy figurine for An Zimin as promised, and then found a shop that sold pens and inks.

An Ziqi carefully picked out the items in the store, but he couldn't see anything.

The young man introduced the items in the store attentively, but An Ziqi pretended not to hear.

"I just want the cheapest set of the Four Treasures of the Study." An Ziqi's words stunned the boy.The little boy held back the disdain at the corner of his mouth, and led An Ziqi to the corner.

"Everything here is the cheapest, you can choose it yourself!" The young man threw him away and ran to the door to greet other guests.

An Ziqi didn't care too much, and picked out three brushes, a piece of ink, an inkstone, and a stack of paper.The brushes looked old, the ink was chipped, the inkstone was ordinary, and even the paper was yellow.An Ziqi didn't care about this, as long as it works.

Suddenly, An Ziqi saw a pile of dusty old books under the shelf, with tattered covers, and he didn't know how long it had been there.But An Ziqi was overjoyed that these things were all cultural relics in his previous life, especially some rare copies, real ones and so on.

Chronology books are still very precious things in this day and age, An Ziqi moved the pile of books with the idea of ​​picking up leaks and taking advantage of them.

"Brother, do you want to buy these books? They look so shabby." An Zimin hugged the Four Treasures of the Study, watching his brother go to get the pile of tattered books, his little brows frowned.

"Zi Min, these books look shabby, so the price must be cheap, let's buy a few more and go back and read." An Ziqi said.

"I see." An Zimin nodded, and followed his brother outside.

"Dude, I want these." An Ziqi put the pile of books on the counter, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He took the things from An Zimin's hand and placed them on the counter as well.

The young man covered his nose with his sleeve and fanned the dust away before muttering to An Ziqi to calculate the price.

"The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are two hundred characters in total, and this pile of books is five hundred characters."

"Five hundred Wen?"

"Five hundred Wen?"

An Ziqi and An Zimin cried out in surprise.An Ziqi thought it was too cheap, while An Zimin thought it was too expensive.

"Do you really want five hundred Wen?" An Ziqi couldn't help but confirm it.

An Zimin pouted, lowered his head and remained silent. He knew that his brother's decision would not be changed.

"Why? I think it's expensive! These things are orphaned copies! The orphaned copies are very valuable, maybe they are the posthumous works of some great Confucianism! Five hundred coins is cheap for you." The boy's nose was almost up to the sky. I could see the evasive guilt in his eyes.

"Hush," someone next to him yelled strangely, "Xiao Guizi, you are selling your only copy again! Hasn't your only copy been sold for more than half a year? Why hasn't it been sold yet?" The man looked at An Zi again. Qi, "Wouldn't you feel embarrassed if you deceive other people's children as stupid children who have never seen the world?"

"Hey, Daquan, what nonsense are you talking about! My things are all treasures! If you don't buy them, don't disturb my business!" The little boy became a little angry.He bought this pile of things from a down-and-out scholar at a cost of [-] yuan, but he never sold them, and he was scolded by the shopkeeper, who deducted [-] yuan from his wages!Now it's not easy for someone to take over, but he was disturbed by this person, and the boy was very angry.

"Are you going to buy it or not!" the boy yelled at An Ziqi.

The silly boy An Ziqi took out a sling of money, counted seven hundred coins, put it on the counter, and left with the pile of "orphan books".

The little guy was so happy that he smiled and collected the money.The man who spoke was stunned, shook his head and wondered why children are so stupid these days?and left.

An Ziqi put the things on the bullock cart and covered it with an oilcloth.

An Zimin's face was full of displeasure, and he jumped into the bullock cart angrily, not letting An Ziqi hug him.

An Ziqi looked funny, pinched An Zimin's little nose and said, "What's the matter? Who made our Young Master Zimin angry?"

An Zimin slapped An Ziqi's hand away angrily, "Brother! People say you are stupid!"

"Zi Min, you have to remember that in this world, not everyone can understand you. Look at the person who called my brother a fool, he may have good intentions to prevent my brother from being cheated, but For brother, only you can know whether you are stupid or not, maybe someone will say that person is a fool! You know, it’s just idealism, as long as you think you are right, then do it, but the premise is that you can bear the consequences .You see, I spent five hundred coins today to buy a bunch of things that are worthless in the eyes of others. To me, it’s only five hundred coins. There is no loss, you know?" An Ziqi said earnestly.

"Oh!" An Zimin nodded half understanding.

An Ziqi drove the bullock cart, went to Meimeizhai to buy a [-]-cent snack box, and then went home.

……

Before lunch, An Ziqi helped Mrs. Zhao. Mrs. Zhao has completely recovered now, and her stomach is slightly distended.Mrs. Zhao was only three months old, but she looked like she was four or five months old. An Ziqi took a special opportunity to feel it, and found out that Mrs. Zhao was pregnant with twins, which made the whole family happy. .

"Mom, what are you doing today?" An Ziqi walked into the kitchen holding a bunch of fresh and juicy vegetables.

"Make braised pork with potatoes, stir-fry a pot of radish slices, a pot of shredded potatoes, and cook a cabbage soup." Mrs. Zhao said when she saw the vegetables for a moment.

"Okay, I'll wash the potatoes." An Ziqi went out with the potatoes.

"Mom!" An Zimin ran over, "Let me help you light the fire."

Mrs. Zhao smiled, "You don't want to play with Shiwu."

An Zimin pursed her mouth, "Brother Fifteen refuses to call me brother, so I don't want to talk to him anymore."

Fifteen who just came in: "..."

He didn't want to call him brother!He just came to let An Zimin keep his word.

"An Zimin, did you forget something?" Shiwu moved to the stove and kicked An Zimin's shoes.

An Zimin stuffed dry branches into the stove hole without raising his head, "Did I forget something? Why don't I remember?"

Fifteen was out of breath, "What did you say to me before you went to town? Don't you remember?"

"Oh? I forgot..."

"..."

An Ziqin, who was chopping vegetables, almost burst out laughing. Looking at Fifteen's blushing little face, she couldn't help saying, "Zi Min, Fifteen is asking you to give him the candy man quickly."

Now Shiwu blushed and smoked, "I don't want to eat that thing!" He stomped and ran out.

Seeing that Shiwu really ran away, An Zimin stood up slowly.

"I didn't say no to him." An Zimin muttered.

"You still don't want to coax your little friend." An Ziqi walked in and put down the washed potatoes.

"Okay! I'll go find him generously." An Zimin shook his head, with a helpless expression on my face.

"Wait, Zimin, you haven't stood still today! How can you give up halfway in martial arts training?" An Ziqi's words made An Zimin rush to the street, brother, how can you remember so clearly?An Zimin went out dejectedly.

An Ziqi shook his head amusedly.

Today's chef is An Ziqin, and Mrs. Zhao is just pointing at the side.An Ziqi looked at An Ziqin's ten fingers flying like flying, shredded potatoes quickly and thinly, he really admired him.Mrs. Zhao is also very satisfied, her daughter is no worse than the daughter of the upper house, but she is suppressed.

"Mom, I bought the Four Treasures of the Study today. Let's start studying after we're done with the work in the field. Elder sister wants to come together." An Ziqi said.

An Ziqin paused for a moment, then continued to chop the cutting board with a bang.

"Not going to the school in the town for the time being, let's ask someone to teach us to recognize the basic characters first." An Ziqi continued.

"We are a little more familiar, and the only ones who can teach you to read are your grandfather and uncle." Zhao said hesitantly.

"Mother, my grandfather and uncle can also read?" An Ziqi was surprised.In the An family, only Dafang's baby, Piedao, is studying.

"Your grandfather was also a wealthy family before he came here, how could he be illiterate?" Zhao asked, "Your uncle was also enlightened at the age of five, and has been studying in the town, who knows, who knows..." Zhao's volume He lowered his voice, "Your uncle failed to pass the child's entrance examination for more than ten years, until Dalang was born, and he was still a white man."

Mrs. Zhao paused for a moment, then continued, "Later, the family fell into ruin, and the money for going to school couldn't be paid out, so your father gritted his teeth and asked your uncle to come back to farm. Instead, he raised the temperament of a noble scholar, looked down on us mud-legged people, and made a big fight with your grandfather. Your grandfather is also a stubborn one. Your uncle refused to come back, so he directly cut off his finances. In the end, your uncle has no money It’s time to go home and farm honestly. Later, your grandfather tightened his belt and exploited the whole family, so he sent Da Lang to school again, and the relationship between your grandfather and your uncle eased.”

An Ziqi didn't know that there was such a secret in the family, no wonder Mr. An preferred the big house so much.

Mrs. Zhao went on to say, "Your father felt ashamed of the big house. During those days, he kept thinking about delaying the boss. The boss should have a bright future and was dragged down by his family, but he has no choice but to choose the eldest grandson." Continue to study, and honor the lintel of Anjia."

An Ziqi thought that Mr. An was too funny. After studying for more than ten years, he couldn't even pass the exam for a child student. There was no problem of being delayed, okay?Then Mr. An can spoil his third son vigorously to highlight the status and glory of his eldest son?An Ziqi felt that he had no way to understand Mr. An's brain circuit.

"So, my grandfather added all the things in the house to the big house. He didn't even have money for his grandson to see a doctor, and he wanted his youngest son and his family to support these people as cattle and horses." An Ziqi sneered. .

Mrs. Zhao sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Mother, it's a good thing we're separated. It's good to have a clean break with that side." An Ziqi looked at Zhao's stomach and said.

Mrs. Zhao also covered her stomach, feeling sorry for her, "Zi Qi, you are right, but your father is the son of that side after all, and you can't completely break it off during the holidays."

"It's just for the holidays. I won't let my father do stupid things again. The people over there are all vampires who can't get enough! Once they get stuck, they can't be shaken off. Mom, "An Ziqi grabbed Zhao's hand, "You have to persuade my father a little bit! I think the matter of buying land and spring plowing this time will probably not stop there. It's Brother Big Niu who temporarily suppressed them. I'm going down!"

Mrs. Zhao seemed to have remembered something, and said in a low voice, "You were not there that day, your Aunt Liu came to see me, and said that the land on the other side of the house has not been half planted yet! I didn't hire laborers, and later I called Your dad went to help, your dad went there for a day, he didn’t even catch his saliva, he had to feed a cow to plow the land first! Zimin and I forced him to work the next day, if he didn’t go I will go back to my mother’s house. I can still get paid for working, but going there is not only tiring like a dog, but also disgusted by people!”

An Ziqi didn't expect that the gentle and virtuous Mrs. Zhao could say such words and do such things, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut for a while.

Mrs. Zhao saw her son's stupidity, and patted his head, "Our little family is mine now, I don't care about anything else, you and the children are the most important. You told me that day I understand the matter of returning to the soul. I have died once, why should I look at people's faces? Next time if your uncle comes to mess around again, I will pick up the broom and sweep her out."

An Ziqi was amused by Zhao Shi's tone, "Mother, you said that."

"The last time your aunt came to make trouble, now that I think about it, I should have thrown her out with a basin of cold water. It's a pity that I was not in good health at that time." Zhao's tone seemed to be full of regret.

An Ziqi almost knelt down, mother, your painting style has changed too fast, my son can't keep up.