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

After eating and sitting for a while, Xue Yinsong looked at the sky and said, "Are you going out? Don't go too far, it looks like it's going to rain."

Seeing him go to get the bamboo basket, the little scholar asked, "Are you going to mow the grass?"

"kindness."

"Didn't it say it was going to rain?"

"If you don't cut it, you can't do it. The animals in the family are all waiting to be eaten, and even the knives in the sky have to go." Xue Yinsong put the sickle, hatchet, straw rope and water bag into the back basket with a calm expression on his face, and said: "Farm work is like this. It can't be done for a day. I'm leaving. You lock the door."

The little scholar sent him to the gate with some reluctance, and said: "If it starts to rain, come back quickly."

Xue Yinsong nodded, took a deep look at him before turning and going out.

Little Xiucai watched him disappear at the corner of the path, and then closed the door to coax Changhui to take a nap.

Lie down and didn't sleep for a long time, Xiao Xiucai woke up suddenly because he couldn't sleep well, seeing that Changhui was fast asleep, he covered him with a single coat and got out of bed lightly.

At this time, the sky was already grayish-yellow, and the air was slightly damp. There was no umbrella at home, and I didn't know if he had returned, so the little scholar was in a hurry.

Even in He's family before, getting sick was a big deal, and any girls, women or servants who didn't get better in three days had to be quarantined, let alone in the countryside where there was a shortage of doctors and medicines.

After a while, the rain began to fall like beans. The rain in late summer came quickly and heavily. Thick clouds accumulated in the sky, and it seemed that it would not stop for a while.

The little scholar stood under the cornice by the door and looked around, only to see the silent path stretching into the distance in the majestic gray water curtain of the heavy rain.

"Father! Father!" Chang Hui woke up.

Little Xiucai rushed into the East Wing while protecting her head, only to see Chang Hui kneeling on the bed and looking around.The little Xiucai put on his shoes and carried him off the bed: "Would you like to sit down and practice calligraphy for a while?"

I wrote all morning this morning, and I'm tired of it. Pei Changhui looked at his little daddy pitifully: "Can I play for a while?"

Xiao Xiucai looked out of the window, the sky was gray and golden, and it was the time when the rain was heaviest, so he was a little embarrassed: "It's raining heavily outside, where are you going to play?"

Changhui has also figured out his father's character for a long time, showing a pitiful expression: "Just go to the backyard to see the little rabbit, okay?"

"Go, walk along the eaves, don't get caught in the rain."

There was a bang of the door, but it was Xue Yinsong who came back. He was carrying a straw basket and a small bundle of firewood in his hand. His hair was washed by the rain and stuck to his cheeks in strands, and his clothes and trousers were dripping non-stop. water.

Seeing the little scholar walking over, he hurriedly explained: "I'll move the firewood to the backyard, help me find dry clothes and put them on the bed, I'll come and change them right away."

The little scholar found his clothes and waited for him to enter the house. He took a half-dry cloth towel from the shelf and handed it over, "Why don't you turn back when it's raining? What if you get sick in such heavy rain?"

"This kind of rain is called Bright Half, and the rain is enough to water half a foot of the ground. After this rain, the mountain road will be soft and slippery. It may not be possible to go up the mountain for several days. How can we do it if we don't take this opportunity to cut some grass. Besides, it's the end of summer, if we don't hurry up to raise them, how can the pigs grow fat, and they are still waiting to eat pork in winter. It will be good when there are fields in the future, there will always be some leftovers that Lao Bangzi can't eat, so he can feed them." Xue Yinsong answered and quickly took off his wet clothes and dried his body with a cloth towel.

Little Xiucai was not wary of him taking off his clothes without saying hello, blushing and hastily turned around: "You, you, why are you taking off your clothes!"

"How can I change without taking off my clothes? They are all men, so don't be so shy?"

The little scholar still turned his back on his back: "Confucius said, don't look at injustice!"

"Don't tell me you've never seen a man's body before? Then I took off my pants."

The little scholar finally failed, turned around and ran out the door with a blushing face, and stumbled over the threshold.

Xue Yinsong smiled very happily, took the changed clothes and walked to the backyard, first selected some of the fresh cut grass for the rabbits, and chopped the rest to feed the chickens, geese and pigs.

Little Xiucai stood aside with his right paw in his arms: "Brother Xue, will this pig be able to eat meat in winter?"

"No, spring pigs can be kept until winter. This is an autumn pig. It will be available next summer. Our family may not be able to kill pigs this year. Let's buy some pork then."

The little scholar asked again: "Farmers usually farm the land, what do they do in their free time?"

"Walk around with your neighbors to see which one is having a lively wedding and wedding. The life of a farmer's family is a bit dull."

Pei Renjie thought for a while and suggested: "From now on, I will study in the morning and help with work in the afternoon. Let me know if there is anything I need to do." Xue Yinsong looked at his undeveloped stature and shook his head: "Since I am hired by you, Naturally, I will do the work, so if you want to study, you can just study, and you don't have to worry about other things."

"Sages don't work hard and don't distinguish between five grains. I didn't have the opportunity before. Now that I have come to this country, I have to experience the hardships of the people. Only when I become an official will I know how to care for the people."

Xue Yinsong frowned: "Do you really want to be an official?"

"Of course, being an official is the only way out for scholars." Pei Renjie replied quite proudly: "I was a scholar who passed the exam last year. The teacher said that my essays are good enough. Just let go and take the exam. Qin Chuancheng is like me. There are not many talents at this age."

It's not good to be an official, how can you be sure of him when you see the colorful world outside on this acre of land away from the countryside?Xue Yinsong immediately had the idea of ​​strangling this future outstanding pillar in the cradle, so he hit him and said: "You haven't heard that it's too late, it's not good in college? Just because you were good at reading before, doesn't mean you will be good in the future. ah?"

The little scholar suddenly blushed with anger: "My teacher is a Jinshi in the next year. He has taught thousands of students, and now there are still people who are officials in the imperial court. You are a country...a villager, how dare you insult scholars? Sven!"

Xue Yinsong laughed, pretending to be relaxed: "Why are you in a hurry? I'm just talking casually! Since you are sure of yourself, just study hard and don't care what others say!"

Pei Renjie was so choked up by him that he couldn't speak, he flicked his sleeves angrily and turned around to leave.

It's funny that Xue Yinsong stood up, look, he is so straightforward and inflexible, and he still wants to be an official?Do you think that everyone can get along in the officialdom?Just stay with me in the countryside and farm!

Chang Hui immediately stood by Pei Renjie's side: "Father, teach me how to read!" Xiao Xiucai regained some energy: "I just bought a piece of rough paper the day before yesterday, just to teach you how to read and write. You study and practice calligraphy with your father in the morning, and you can play in the afternoon, do you understand?"

"Well, I want to follow my father to read and write, and I will also be the number one scholar in the future to become a high official!"

"Haha, I'm so ambitious, be careful there's water over there..."

After feeding the animals, Xue Yinsong thought about washing the wet clothes he had just changed when he saw that the sky was about to clear.

First, scrape some alkali surface from the stone soda block and dissolve it in water, soak the clothes in it and rub it carefully. Because there is not enough alkali surface, the sewage will come out after rubbing for a long time, and then pour it out and replace it with a basin of clean water.Alkaline noodles are a bit slippery, so they need to be carefully cleaned several times. Xue Yinsong poured a bucket of clean water into the basin. Even in the weather at the end of August, the well water felt cold.

This clothes was worn when he escaped from the flood, and he felt tight when he thought of his lost father. When he got rich, he must go back to his hometown to look for it. Although this old man was greedy and lazy, he was still good to him.

Xiao Xiucai went into the room to read the book, and was about to take Changhui out for a walk.As soon as I opened the door, I felt my feet slipping, so I put my hands on the ground to prevent falling.He remembered to protect his right hand, but his left hand failed to support him, so he fell flat on his back, and even twisted his left wrist.

Pei Changhui hurriedly helped him up, but his strength was too weak, so he shouted at the top of his voice, "Uncle Xue, come quickly! My father fell!"

Hearing the sound, Xue Yinsong came to help the man up, and saw the dregs of traditional Chinese medicine all over the place, and immediately understood: "Damn it! That wicked man fell at my door!"

Little Xiucai raised his left paw, tearing up in pain: "I fell to death!"

Xue Yinsong helped him into the room and sat down: "Country people are superstitious. It is said that people who step on the dregs of medicine can take away the sickness, and the sick will recover quickly."

"It's so wicked!"

Xue Yinsong checked with a dark face, and made sure that Xiao Xiucai was fine, so he went to the kitchen to get some white wine, rubbed his wrists, stood up and was ready to go out.

The little scholar stopped him: "What are you going to do?"

"Of course it's a theory, isn't it just because we are new here, so we deliberately fell at my door."

The little scholar persuaded: "He is also eager to cure the disease, so don't worry about it. It's not good for neighbors to blush. Besides, we all live in the same village, and we have to see each other even if we don't see each other."

Xue Yinsong sneered and said, "The medicine dregs have always been dumped on the road at the entrance of the village. It's all dumped in front of my house. It's obviously here to find fault. If we don't argue, it seems that we are afraid of him."

The little scholar wanted to persuade him again, but Xue Yinsong pushed open the door and left. The people who brewed the medicine must smell of medicine, so you can go if you look for it.

Little Xiucai never liked to cause trouble, and was very disturbed that he didn't stop the servant just now. After waiting for a while, seeing that Xue Yinsong hadn't come back, he gradually became worried, so he asked Changhui, "Do you think we should go look for Uncle Xue? ? It’s always bad to be red-faced with neighbors after only a few days after moving here?”

Before Chang Hui could answer, he heard the knock on the outside door, and a childish voice shouted: "Xiu Cai! Xiu Cai! Go to Li Zheng's house, your kid Xue is causing trouble!"

If he was really afraid of something, Xiao Xiucai pressed his right eyelid that kept jumping, put on his shoes and ran outside.