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

Because there was a wounded person in the cart, the donkey cart traveled slowly all the way, and it was already afternoon when we returned to Chenjia Village.Father Xue jumped out of the car and discussed with Xiucai: "Xiwu has a small bed, and I sleep like hell at night. I'm afraid of getting hurt by the tiger. Why don't you let the tiger sleep in your room and let Changhui sleep with me?"

The little scholar hurriedly said: "Okay, then carry it into the East Wing." Then he went to Yingzi's father for help.

The three carried Xue Yinsong into the house and lay down. Yingzi's father saw that he was beaten badly, so he hurriedly pulled Xue's father over and said, "Go to the village to see if there is any beef seller, buy a big one and stick it on him. Muscle detoxification."

Father Xue nodded his thanks, and said to himself that this kid would like to sleep on a scholar's bed for the rest of his life, how could he be willing to use raw beef?Forget it, just let him have a good rest and cook in the kitchen first.

Because Xue Yinsong couldn't get up yet, he could only lie down on the bed to eat. Changhui volunteered to feed Aba with a spoon. Xiaoxiucai saw that he was feeding him carefully, so he let him go, and went to eat with Mr. Xue in the main room.

Because the injury could not be seen under the quilt, Chang Hui thought it was not a serious injury, so he laughed at him quietly: "Aba, you are a slob, you are still lying in bed in broad daylight."

Xue Yinsong didn't take it seriously: "Aba was lying on the bed because of his injury. If you don't believe me, lift up Aba's quilt and have a look." Chang Hui came over to lift the quilt and opened his clothes, and was startled when he saw the purple and black traces. "Aba, you are going to die! Last time there was a servant girl in my aunt's house who did the same thing. She died within a few days after beating her."

Xue Yinsong laughed and said: "Aba is a god, not only will he not die, but after heals from his injury this time, he will be even worse in the future!" Changhui didn't believe it: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. When did Aba lie to you?" Xue Yinsong said with a smile, "Take out the bowl, I'm a little tired and I need to sleep for a while." Although he could resist, he was seriously injured. Xue Yinsong Thinking drowsily, I gradually fell asleep.

In the afternoon, Father Xue went to buy hawthorn and honey first, chopped them finely and mixed them with honey, then took the wine brewed last time, opened the altar and poured out two catties, then mixed it, sealed it and buried it.

He has done everything he can do, even if he doesn't want to, there is nothing he can do, Father Xue sighed, this son of a bitch has been big-minded since he was a child, and since his mother died, he has been in charge of the house, cooking, washing dishes and laundry... Although he is only six At the age of [-], he can hold half an adult. Sometimes he can't go back to the ground, and the tiger can bring him water and a meal. The child has been sensible since he was a child and rarely worries him, but marrying a daughter-in-law can make him Being a father turned white all night! It seems that it’s not that you don’t worry about it, it’s that you accumulate it together, and you can fuck it all at once!

Father Xue reluctantly made hawthorn wine according to his son's wishes, and then picked up a bucket to water the field. It hadn't rained since the beginning of winter, and the seedlings in the field were only a finger high. Dry roots easily.

After the father had watered the two acres of land, it was already dark when he got home. Xiao Xiucai and Changhui were cooking in the stove, and saw the flames in the stove hole a foot high. The two young masters didn't know Pulling out a piece of firewood, Changhui was still jumping beside him: "Father! Daddy! Daddy is burnt! Add water!"

Xiao Xiucai hurriedly poured half a ladle of water down, the pot was quiet with a sound of prickling, but the stir-fried vegetables turned into boiled vegetables.

Father Xue could only sigh again, walked over to take the ladle and said, "Go, go, I'll do it."

Xiao Xiucai hurriedly put down his things, and ran away with Changhui.Xue Yinsong saw him walk into the door and said with a smile: "Let my father do the cooking. You haven't done this before, so naturally you can't do it well."

The little scholar sat down at the desk, propped his chin and looked out the window: "Brother Xue, do you think you are a scholar who is useless? I didn't think there was anything wrong with me before, but now that I came to this country, I feel that I am simply Luckily, when I met you back then, if Chang Hui and I had relied on me, I would have starved to death."

Xue Yinsong comforted him: "Everyone has their own strengths. It is said that if you are not in the position, you will not seek success. If you have never done farm work, you will not do it. If you always compare your weaknesses to others' strengths, you will never do it." will win."

The little scholar frowned in distress: "I learned to read at the age of three and went to school at the age of five and studied hard for 11 years, but suddenly found that I can do nothing but study. If I can't be an official, wouldn't I starve to death?"

"No, it's not like that," Xue Yinsong thought about explaining him, "Our entire society... well, I mean all the people in the heaven and earth, each with their own responsibilities, some can farm, some can weave, and some can make clothes ...This is a circular circle, everyone has their own things to do." Xue Yinsong frowned and thought, this is not good, the direction is wrong, but how can he be guided to the direction he wants?

The little scholar also thought hard, and then concluded: "So scholars should be officials, and then let everyone perform their duties?"

look!Shouldn't have said that sentence, Xue Yinsong felt a little regretful, and hurriedly added: "The ultimate goal of studying is not to be an official, but to be enlightened. It is sad when reading is reduced to a means of survival. Well, it is so."

"Then you can't be an official after studying?" Xiao Xiucai insisted on the topic.

Xue Yinsong had a headache, thought for a moment and said: "The power of reading is that it can make people do the right things and quickly accumulate wealth, so the ancients said that books have their own golden houses, and being an official is not the only way. For example, you have Talent in business, business can show your talent better than being an official, why do you want to be an official?"

"This... businessman's status is low..."

"No, no," Xue Yinsong enlightened him: "Isn't your He family just engaged in business? The well-known merchants in Qinchuan City are among the best in the heavens. Isn't such a low status?"

"But in Wanmin's heart, businessmen have always..."

"For example, if you are as rich as the He family, you can build academies all over the world, so that poor people all over the world can have the opportunity to go to school, build roads and bridges in various places, donate porridge and rice to refugees, and help the poor get rid of poverty and become rich...Is this true? Does it make people feel inferior?"

"Ah?" Little Xiucai obviously didn't have such a development as a businessman, so he was taken aback.

Xue Yinsong took the opportunity to hit the railroad: "Now you have two choices, one is to study and become an official, and the other is to become rich through business. Which one do you choose? If you choose the latter, I am willing to help you make suggestions and strategize."

The little scholar was taken aback, frowned and said, "What if I choose one?"

"Choose one, and you will study hard."

"What about you?" Little Xiucai looked at him sincerely, with hope shining in his eyes.

"If you become an official, I'll still farm at home. Officialdom is not a good place. I won't go, and I don't want you to go."

"This... are you serious? If I become an official, you will stay here to farm, and if I am in business, you will stay with me?"

"Yes." Xue Yinsong replied affirmatively.

"Let me think about it, I think I have to think for a few days..." Xiao Xiucai was a little distressed.Xue Yinsong smiled and said: "There is nothing to think about. Think carefully about what you are an official for. If you become a big businessman in the future, can you do something? Isn't it over?"

"For example, the construction of water conservancy projects will benefit the country and the people?"

"If you are an official, you have to wait for the court to allocate funds. If you are a businessman, can't you use the money to build it right away?"

"Then...for example, starting a school, um, this businessman can also do it, then..." Little Xiucai frowned and thought hard, and found that apart from settling cases and collecting taxes, there was really nothing that couldn't be done with money.

Seeing that the little scholar was still hesitating, Xue Yinsong gave him another dose of strong medicine: "Is there anything else to consider about this trivial matter, I only give you a quarter of an hour, you should think about it quickly, and tell me when you are done thinking about it. Time, I don't care about you."

Little Xiucai gritted her teeth, and said after a while, "I am willing... to do business!"