The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

The little scholar saw that the other party was not interested in this matter, so he asked sincerely: "Brother Xue, although you and I are called master and servant, in fact we love brothers, if you have anything you want to do, just say it." , I will help you if you can do it, and if you can’t do it, then help you find a way.”

Xue Yinsong looked into his sincere eyes, smiled and said: "You really can't do this, just because I like a person, but he doesn't like me, so it's useless to say it."

The little scholar was overjoyed: "Which family's girl? Do you need someone to come and talk to you as a matchmaker?"

"People haven't agreed yet, so going to talk about the matchmaking right now is a no-brainer?"

The little scholar nodded and said: "That's true, but brother Xue is so nice, it's unlucky to see you as her, but I don't know which girl you are from?"

"That can't be revealed. If you and Changhui find out, and he doesn't marry me in the end, wouldn't I be too embarrassed?"

"Then what does my future sister-in-law look like?" the little scholar asked sideways.

"Well, he just thinks about how to do his own thing well, and never thinks about getting married. I don't think he will ever want to get married in his life."

The little scholar's eyes widened: "Don't marry? How can this be possible! Women are born to marry and have children. Let alone other things, just this kind of thinking is wrong. Such a girl is too independent , Brother Xue must be her?"

Xue Yinsong nodded: "Sometimes people rely on fate. When fate comes, you will have the idea of ​​'it's him'. For example, you and I, there were so many people present that day, didn't you just choose me? So this It's your fate."

The little scholar murmured: "Which family's girl, would anyone want to marry her after thinking like this!" He changed the topic and said, "Brother Xue, come and eat at the table, how uncomfortable it is to squat."

Pei Changhui was working hard, screaming and eating 10 wontons in one bite, so hot that a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead and back: "Father, didn't you say that you can add two more if you write the correct words?"

Xiao Xiucai smiled and gave him two from his bowl, and compassionately helped him wipe off the sweat on his brow and said, "Eat slowly, what are you in a hurry for, it's not that there are no more."

Changhui buried his head and finished eating two, and said in a shocking sentence: "I always feel that today's meal is like a dream. If I don't eat it soon, I'm afraid that when I wake up from the dream, it will still be fried with cabbage clappers and miso sauce."

Regardless of Xue Yinsong's expression, the little scholar smiled happily: "Okay, eat quickly. Shall I give you two more?"

They ate early at noon, and it was not until noon after eating. When the weather changed from the haze, a few rays of sunshine appeared. Xue Yinsong looked at the sky and said, "The sun may come out in the afternoon. Why don't you come and grind the soybean milk? I just soaked it yesterday." A few handfuls of beans, originally intended to be stewed and eaten."

The little scholar also became interested: "Okay, I haven't had soy milk for a long time, where is the stone mill?"

"There is a small mill in the pile of debris in the kitchen, so I will wash it out." Xue Yinsong went to the kitchen and found the small stone mill, moved it to the yard, fetched two buckets of clean water from the well, and cleaned it with a bamboo brush. Wash it carefully and put it on the stone table.

The beans were soaked yesterday, and today they only need to be washed twice with water. Xue Yinsong went to the stove and found a clean pottery pot to connect it to the mouth of the mill, and the soybean milk and slag that would be ground would flow directly into it.

Because the weather was fine and the poultry were dozing quietly in the sun, Xue Yinsong sent Changhui out to the river with Yingzi next door to fish, and he took a spoon and scooped beans while grinding the grinder.Little Xiucai wanted to push, but he didn't want to use both hands, so he took a book and sat in the shade, watching him push the millstone while reading.

"Brother Xue, why don't you change your girl? There are 216 households in Chenjia Village. I don't believe I can't find a suitable one." The little scholar suggested after reading the book.

Xue Yinsong shook his head, looked at the anxious little scholar and smiled and said: "No hurry, let's talk about it later." The little scholar said anxiously: "How can this be done? Marriage is a big event, and there should be no delay. If not, please wait another day." Let the matchmaker in Chenjia Village show you if there is any suitable match, what do you think?"

Xue Yinsong felt a little regretful about making such a start, and now he couldn't get away and could only say: "Wait until someone visits my house. If my father is really gone, I will have to keep my filial piety for another three years."

The little scholar nodded and said: "It should be so, it should be so."

The two of them didn't speak for a moment, the late summer wind blew slightly cool, and Xiao Xiucai lay comfortably on the bamboo chair, shaking his head and reading a book.

Xue Yinsong slowly pushed the grinder, his mind was completely immersed in the slowly flowing white pulp. The grinding movement should not be fast or slow, and a certain speed must be maintained, so that the pulp produced is white and delicate, and the pulp yield is high. He pushed silently, thinking that it would be great if everything in the world was as easy as this grindstone.

Thinking about it, he was a little discouraged. He had made up his mind to let him go in the morning, but now he hesitated again, saying that giving up is really easy. It doesn't matter if we don't see each other again, but we have to see each other every day. How can he be willing? give up?

Yesterday, I didn’t soak much beans, and I only ground them for a while before I could call it a day. Xue Yinsong took a porcelain spoon and scraped all the soy milk and dregs from the grinding plate into a clay pot, then mixed some water and poured it into an iron pot to boil.

Because there is bean dregs in it, in order not to stick to the pot during the cooking process, someone needs to keep stirring until the pot is boiled.After Xue Yinsong cleaned the millstone and put it away, he stuffed two large sticks of firewood into the hearth, and stood by the pot while stirring and thinking.

After repeatedly struggling and changing his mind, Xue Yinsong was really confused for the first time, what should he do?Should we take it decisively and let the little scholar stay in this mountain village as a teacher from now on, and the two of them live a life of envying only mandarin ducks but not immortals, or should we let him go and let him take the Jinshi examination and become a high official as he said To benefit the common people?

Everyone should decide their own destiny. Xue Yinsong has always believed that character determines destiny. In his opinion, Xiao Xiucai will definitely be a good official if he is upright and upright.But on the other hand, his aura is too unsuitable for officialdom. He may be a good official, but he will definitely not be a high official. He can only be a county lord in a small county. From this perspective, a young scholar His ideal of governing the country will never be realized in his lifetime, and he can only be trapped in it and go back and forth.

Should I encourage him to work hard and teach him how to deal with problems in a worldly way, or should I keep him by my side?This is indeed a problem, Xue Yinsong slowly stirred the soy milk until it frothed and white blisters burst.

Little Xiucai could already smell the fragrance of soybean milk outside, he grabbed the book and ran into the kitchen with a smile, "Brother Xue, if we eat like this every day, both Changhui and I will grow fat."

Xue Yinsong smiled and said: "You are already thin, it doesn't matter if you grow up, especially you, when you are growing up, you should eat more to grow up." If you grow up, you probably won’t have any hope in the future.”

Xue Yinsong looked at him: "Did you just give up like this? Don't you want to study and become an official? If you give up so easily, how will you be in the officialdom?"

The little scholar was startled, glanced at him and said: "Brother Xue is right, the younger brother has been taught." As he spoke, he even bowed and gave him a big gift.

Xue Yinsong said: "Why don't we start a scenario simulation from tomorrow?" The little scholar was stunned: "What is a scenario simulation?"

"It means we guess what kind of difficulties we will encounter in the future, and then come up with a response result."

The little scholar was still in the fog, looking at him blankly.

Xue Yinsong gave an example: "For example, you have released the seventh-rank county magistrate, and then went to the official department to receive the official seal and official uniform to take office..."

"I have to make all the official uniforms by myself," Xiao Xiucai corrected.

"Well, then go and get the official seal letter Lu Yin and take office, go to a new place, what are you going to do?" Although Xue Yinsong is a child in the countryside, modern people have at least heard of it even if they have never seen it, let alone him. Dad is the head of the village, and he still has a little understanding of the officialdom.

The little scholar replied inexplicably: "Naturally, I will ask the master to check the official seal, and then I will get to know my colleagues, and then..."

"No, no," Xue Yinsong interrupted him: "For example, when you just went, they didn't want to see you, and wanted to see you make a fool of yourself?"

The little scholar didn't believe it: "When I become an official, I will be in charge of them. How could they not welcome me? Besides, they are paid by the court and are court officials like me, so how could they laugh at me?"

"No no, you see what I'm talking about is like, we won't discuss the good aspects, now we only discuss the worst aspects, you have read the 36 strategies, you should understand the meaning of knowing yourself and the enemy, we will put the most difficult Discuss the situation once, even if I meet you in the future, don't you have a bottom line in your heart?"

The little scholar understood, thought for a moment and said: "If they really don't want to see me, of course they should use the principle of persuasion first. We are all officials of the imperial court, so naturally we should work together to do good things and be a good official."

Xue Yinsong looked at him with a slight smile, and said, "Of course not."