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

As soon as the little scholar turned his head, he immediately stepped out in surprise: "Brother Xue, you are back, we were talking about you."

Xue Yinsong saw that he seemed to be a little thinner than before, and his voice softened a little: "Go home? I just came back and haven't eaten yet."

"Okay, then let's go back now." The little scholar said, turning his head to the man in the long gown: "Brother Fu, I'll take my leave first, and I invite you to come to my humble house some other day."

The long-clothed man smiled and agreed, but his eyes were fixed on Xue Yinsong to look him up and down, and the people next to him also came over together, exchanging polite greetings.

Xue Yinsong smiled slightly, turned around and took the lead to go outside. To put it bluntly, these people were full, and he was not interested in dealing with them one by one.

When he got home, Xue Yinsong put the slips dug out of Zhong Gongqing's tomb on the table: "Do you know it? Come, help me identify what it is about?"

The little scholar took a piece of paper and read it carefully for a while, saying: "This is probably a book on the art of war, I don't quite understand it."

Xue Yinsong pushed the pieces in front of him, and Xiao Xiucai looked at them one by one: "I can't tell. It seems that there are some about weather and directions. There are many contents."

It should be a set, Xue Yinsong guessed on a whim, one is the art of war and the other is the marching formation, and the art of war is the same as the family.

If this is the case, then the value of this half of the book is self-evident. Xue Yinsong's mind was a little tricky, and he tapped his fingers on the table very irritably. How big is it?

The value of this book is that it can be combined with the first one. If the Huang family can sit firmly on the throne of the hereditary prince with half of the Art of War book, then the formation in the second half of the book will be even more powerful, right?

Objectively speaking, the Huang family ancestor relied on the Zhong family to make a fortune. If he knew the news of the second half of the book, it should be inevitable whether it is emotional or rational.

It took only a few minutes for Xue Yinsong to make up his mind, and he said seriously to the scholar: "Don't go out these two days, translate and copy these bamboo slips, and don't tell anyone about this, remember to keep it secret."

The little scholar nodded: "Is it very secret? Okay, don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Xue Yinsong frowned: "It must be kept secret. This is the second half of the Art of War handed down by the young prince's family. If someone finds out that we copied a copy secretly, maybe both of you and I will lose our heads. After a while, no one will close the door at night." Then sort it out and try to transcribe it as soon as possible, I have to send it to the little prince in the south of the city before the day after tomorrow."

"Where did you get it?" Little Xiucai asked excitedly, "Didn't you say before you left that you would come back in a few days? Why did you go away for more than 20 days?"

"I got it by chance." Of course, Xue Yinsong didn't intend to explain clearly, and said perfunctorily: "I'm going back to plant rice seedlings, and I also help my father repair the cowshed. The front and back yards of this farmhouse are all things, as long as you want to do whatever you want." It can be done."

Of course, this complaint was half-truth and half-false. Seeing that his attention was drawn away, Xue Yinsong immediately asked him: "What's the matter with Lanyueju? How did you know each other?"

The little scholar immediately leaned over and sat down next to him with a flattering face: "I met Changhui and the others when they were sent to the school. Mr. Fu is the owner of Ziyi Tea House, and the rest of them are his friends. I'm not very good at it." We are familiar, because we are congenial, we just get together and chat casually."

"Casual chat?" Xue Yinsong raised his voice: "Don't you know that people can't discuss politics?"

The little scholar hurriedly leaned on his shoulder, and said vaguely: "No, we only talked about political affairs today, and usually just talk about poetry, calligraphy and painting."

Xue Yinsong still wanted to get to the bottom of it, but he had no choice but to wrap his deadly arms around his waist, and immediately vented his confidence, so he sighed and touched his slightly fragrant head: "Don't go in the future, no matter whether the court is good or not. Bad or bad, people like you and I can't control it, if the leader can't do it, the others are useless no matter how wise they are, this is the weakness of the monarchy, do you hear me?"

"Well, I got it," Xiao Xiucai snorted lazily, and said a little coquettishly: "I won't go, but it's okay to invite brother Fu to drink tea, you heard it too, I promised him today .”

"You," Xue Yinsong pinched his face helplessly, "just this once, and this time will not be an example."

The little scholar chuckled, and hurriedly raised his head and said, "I'm not going to be an example, I'm not going to be an example."

In the evening, Chang Hui and Xiao Qi came back from school, and they were very excited when they saw Xue Yinsong. Circle, Aba Aba barking non-stop.

In the evening, I cut two finger-wide bacon and stir-fried vegetables. Changhui’s little mouth ate very sweetly. Invite sir to come to teach at home.

It is true that rich people hire their husbands alone, but the cost is much more expensive than going to the school. Xue Yinsong looked at Changhui. This kid has a good temper and has not yet learned how to make money. The style of the young master It started to show signs.

"It's not impossible, but I have two requirements." Xue Yinsong replied calmly.

Changhui was really fooled, and asked stupidly: "What request?"

Xue Yinsong replied seriously: "It costs money to invite a gentleman, which is an additional expense. Therefore, you need to be compensated for your work. You can clean the front and back yards, feed the cats, wash and cook, etc. In addition, because you are a separate gentleman, so your His grades must be better than Xiaoqi's, and if he doesn't reach the top of the academy in a year, he will be punished."

Pei Changhui was dumbfounded: "Aba, you... Seriously?"

"Of course it is true," Xue Yinsong replied, "The family's expenses are all planned. If you want to make a request alone, you have to be able to afford it alone."

Seeing this, the little scholar hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Changhui Xiaoqi, if you want to study, you should go back to the house." Xiaoqi hurriedly stood up to respond, and gave Changhui a hand before leaving.

"Why are you telling the children these things?" Xiao Xiucai complained when the two children returned to their room.

"It's all about cultivating economic awareness since childhood," Xue Yinsong didn't care much, "You ate very little today, do you want to add another bowl?"

The little scholar shook his head, rubbed his stomach and said, "I haven't been eating much recently, it's like a stone in my stomach, I can't say it's uncomfortable, but I just don't feel hungry."

Xue Yinsong didn't care too much, thinking that he was just eating every other meal, so he just asked a few questions.

Sitting in the yard at night, the two boys turned on the lights early to read in the room, and occasionally they could hear a few conversations. The boys are going to take care of the store, and they basically sleep on the floor in the front yard. Xue Yinsong looked at the time. , So the scholar went to wash his hands and went back to the room to copy the letter.

It had been buried underground for decades, and the strings of the slips were almost rotten. Xiao Xiucai carefully took them out and arranged them in order, and then picked up a pen to identify and transcribe word by word.

There are not many formations in the second half, and it is estimated that there are only ten thousand characters, but because it has been buried in the ground for a long time, the bamboo slips are a bit moldy, so they need to be carefully identified.

Now that there is no Father Xue and Aunt Huan, Xue Yinsong has to clean up and wash the dishes by himself. When he finished his work in the kitchen and returned to the house, he opened the door to see Xiao Xiucai copying meticulously, with a strand of hair hanging down his forehead Sway gently with the breath.

Isn't there a saying that people who work hard are the most beautiful, Xue Yinsong suddenly felt so intoxicated at this moment, and felt that this picture was indescribably harmonious and sexy.

The little scholar looked up after writing a line, saw him standing at the door and smiled slightly: "What are you doing stupidly at the door?" Xue Yinsong came back to his senses, walked into the door and smiled: "Seeing that you are serious about writing, I am afraid I will disturb you."

The little scholar smiled and said, "What's the trouble? It's just a copying job. Do you want some water? The boiling water I poured just now is cold now. Pour me a glass too."

Xue Yinsong obediently sat down at the table and poured two cups of warm tea: "Why are you still making tea? It's already late, won't drinking tea make you sleepy?"

The little scholar shook his head lightly: "It's okay, it's the tea made in the morning, and the taste is also weak now, just to make the water more flavorful." As he spoke, he brushed the drooping hair on his forehead behind his ears and proudly showed off: "Look at me. It’s been a little less than half of the copy, and it will definitely be finished tonight, and it won’t delay your important business.”

Xue Yinsong looked at him blankly: "No hurry, no hurry." Xiao Xiucai looked at him and smiled, "Why are you staring at me? Is there ink on my face?" There is a trace of ink on it.

Xue Yinsong's mouth was dry, he couldn't find something good to say, and said in a hoarse voice, "I...I...I'll give you home."

"What?" Little Xiucai didn't understand, she was dragged and rolled on the bed before she put down her pen, she raised her hand in fright and said: "Pen! Pen!"

Xue Yinsong threw the brush on the table, threw it on the table, and gnawed on it, saying vaguely: "For the family, I will give it every day from now on."

Also, he hadn't rolled the sheets for more than half a month. Xue Yinsong was afraid that his health would not be able to bear it, so he still endured it. Besides, there were two children living in the yard. educate.

The scholar was so tired that he fell asleep, and it seemed that he would not wake up until morning or noon. Xue Yinsong, based on the principle that his wife and son should take care of both ends and both hands, managed to get up and make breakfast for the two boys.

Such an old child is still working hard, getting up before dawn every day to go to school, because it takes half an hour to walk from the school, so he never comes back at noon, and he has to bring two lunch boxes.

Xue Yinsong looked around and couldn't find any food, so he had to crack two eggs and fried rice, some chopped green vegetables and lard were added to the rice.

As soon as the two children left, Xue Yinsong hurried back to the bed to cover him. Although he couldn't sleep anymore, he could hold the scholar for a sleepover.

As soon as he climbed onto the bed, Xiucai turned over and asked in a daze, "Are they gone?"

"En." Xue Yinsong responded and got into the quilt to bring some air-conditioning. Fortunately, it was already hot at this time, and Xiucai didn't care much, so he let some quilts over: "Aren't you going to open a shop?"

Xue Yinsong lay on his side with his head propped up, while gently stroking the broken hair on his forehead: "I'll sleep with you for a while."

After hearing this, Xiao Xiucai took the initiative to lean into his arms, chose a position she liked, put her legs on him and hummed in satisfaction: "I'll take a closer look."

In fact, he couldn't fall asleep even after waking up, Xue Yinsong watched the light gradually brighten outside the window, and stretched out his hand to gently rub his waist: "What did you say when you were discussing politics yesterday? Has anything important happened in the court recently?"