Tao Ran is happy

Rolled up the sleeves, pulled up the hem and tucked it into the belt, spit twice on both hands, rubbed the ax handle tightly.

Cross your legs, sink your waist, and raise your arms.

Hi Yo!

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Boom!"

All is silent...

"Little...Little Master..."

I looked expressionlessly at the ax blade that had sunk into the pile, and next to it, it was hit by the fish pond, and a corner of the fence was broken.

And... under his feet at this time, the wood that rolled back intact after hitting the fence.

"..."

"Young master, you are wrong."

The honest pillar rubbed his head, came over and took the ax in my hand, took the wood and put it on the pile, and knocked it lightly with the ax blade for a while, until the ax blade got stuck in the wood, then he started to raise his arm to use it. With great strength, he raised the ax connected to the wood and chopped it on the pile.

"Crack!"

Broken into...in two halves...

Also... on equal footing...

Moreover, he only used one arm...

"Hee hee." Hu Zi, who was peeking behind his mother, tugged at his sister Xiao Shuang and smiled happily.

Even Mrs. Zhuzi, who tidied up the millet, covered her lips.

Take a deep breath...and let it out...

We should give full attention and admiration to the wisdom of the working people. Respecting the people is a virtue, a virtue.

I'm not jealous...I'm not jealous...I'm not jealous at all...

"Stinky boy, let's go play." It was still Zhuzi who was kind and chased him away.

"You child, the young master is a scholar, and he will have a great future in the future. Why do you let him work!" Aunt He came out of the room, scolded the pillar, then turned back to me and waved with a smile: " Come here to rest, little boy, and don't compete with that idiot."

"You can't play, come here and drink some water."

"..." Auntie, you are actually hurting me...

"Zhu Zi, hurry up and get some water for the young master."

"Hey!"

Uncle He's family is the servants of the master's house. Usually when it's time for meals, Mrs. Zhuzi or Aunt He will go up the mountain to clean and cook.

Probably similar to the job of a housekeeper.

I don't know Uncle He's name, but when Gu Ning called him that, I followed suit.

People who are more familiar with each other often come to play, Uncle He's family, Zhuzi, Zhuzi's sister-in-law, Aunt He, it depends on who you meet.

There is also a younger sister who has not left the cabinet, and has been hiding in the house, and no one has seen her.

Although it is different from the Sanzhen Jiulie in Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties, most widows and widows in this world can remarry and remarry soon, and the folk customs are considered open, but this boudoir name is not easy for strange men to know.

It is estimated that I was very sick and noisy some time ago, and the reputation of being a widower who restrains his wife and children is considered to be out of the house.

It's not that the country people are superstitious. My own girls always want to be pampered more.

For me, the result is quite satisfying.

Saved a lot of trouble.

Holding the tea bowl and watching the bamboo basket weaving with novelty, Uncle He came back with two roe deer on his back.

Uncle He saw me, put down the things in his hands, leaned over, and said in a standard manner, "Young master."

I quickly stood up and returned the salute, "Uncle He."

He leaned over again, "Peasants don't know etiquette, so don't blame the young master."

"Where is it, Uncle He is polite."

Uncle He is always calm, he claims to be a farmer, and when he sees me and Gu Ning, he has to salute most of the time.

Language, very modest.

Especially for Master, he is even more respectful.

Seeing that he is more proficient in etiquette than me, this makes me very suspicious. His cultural level may be higher than mine...

Then look at Brother Zhuzi, who is smiling foolishly next to him, he has somewhat regained his confidence.

I have a crush on him.

We are both wood. (banyan and pillar)

"The newly hunted things, please young master bring them back to the master."

"Uncle He has worked hard, the boy knows." He cupped his hands and saluted, "thank you on behalf of Master."

I avoided it sideways, and leaned over again, "Young master, you are polite."

I said...it's not over...

Are you really not from the mud bombing country?

I am very interested in learning how to weave baskets from Zhuzi.

was stopped by the crowd.

The reason is that I am delicate and afraid of getting hurt.

In fact, I think it is more likely that they are afraid that I will make trouble.

Later, I watched Uncle He kill chickens.

Holding his fluttering shoulders, he plucked out the hairs in his throat, picked up a kitchen knife and "scratched" it, and the blood rushed out.

The head also hangs down like this.

Uncle He didn't blink his eyes, his expression didn't change, and he was still calm.

The blood was pouring out of the neck of the kicking hen, and it was served in a small bowl.

And the back of my neck was also cold for a while.

Uncle He's technique is very sophisticated.

I guess I've done a lot of that kind of thing.

Sure enough, Uncle He's identity is by no means ordinary.

But Master, that old fox, didn't say anything, and even handed over the procurement to him, so I don't need to worry about it at all.

I got a chicken leg and half a chicken, and drank the fragrant chicken soup.

The time for the airing was coming to an end, and I was about to go back when Aunt He came over and handed me a basket of eggs and a few pastries with a smile, probably thanking me for not helping them more.

There were a lot of things hanging on my body... Suddenly, I felt that there was not much difference between me and the devil who entered the village.

Such a robbery, I really can't bear it.

Sighing, he looked around, waved his hand and called Huzi who had been watching to come over.

"Are you literate?"

Huzi came over and shook his head.

Somewhat strange, he glanced at Uncle He who was winding his bow with lowered eyebrows, and turned back, "Want to learn?"

Productivity is backward, not only paper is expensive, but books are even more precious. In this era, those who can read and write are the children of wealthy gentry. Generally speaking, unless there is a good relationship, they will not even have a chance have.

The monopoly of knowledge by the exploiting class and the policy of ignoring the people make people helpless.

It's no wonder that the people in this village respect Master and us so much, they are almost worshiped as gods.

I sigh again for my possessed shit luck.

"Think." Huzi scratched his head, lowered his head and looked at me secretly.

Eyes, shiny.

I couldn't help laughing, and rubbed his head vigorously, "Find the branches and fine sand that you need, and I'll teach you."

"Okay!" It seemed that I was afraid that I would go back on my word, so I ran fast.

After a while, I saw him holding the wooden plank filled with fine sand in one hand, and holding his little pair in the other, running over on his short legs.

Still a good brother.

"Well," sat on the wooden pier and put the sand, broke off the branches, and scraped off the barbs, "Your name is He Hu," wrote "He" first, "This is the surname, family biography, to follow For the rest of your life, you are a boy, and you have to pass it on in the future, 'He'."

"what."

He wrote "Tiger" again, "This is the name, Tiger, the head of all beasts, with the spirit of a king, 'Tiger'."

Nodding fiercely, "Tiger."

Point to read it over and over again.

"He, Tiger."

"He... Tiger..."

"My younger sister's name is 'Shuang', and she is naturally unparalleled in the world for her agility and intelligence," he patted the little girl's head, "Shuang."

The little girl blinked her big eyes that looked like colored contact lenses, and said softly, "Double~"

It's over... I have a pedophile tendency...

Huzi said again: "Daddy's name is Zhuzi."

Zhu Zhu who was sitting on the side listened and smiled.

"Okay, 'pillar', the load-bearing material, Shizhi Building, has the purpose of pillars, 'pillar'."

"column." / "column."

"Shitou went up the mountain with Uncle Zhang today."

OK, continue to teach, "Shi, Zhang..."

Anyway... Anyway, my current reading... is enough to fool them.

Huzi rowed around with the twigs as I taught him, and taught him how to draw with his small hands, then ran to Uncle He with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! The young master has taught me how to read!"

Uncle He put down the tiger that pounced on him, stood up and bent over, "Thank you, young master."

Alas, here we come again...

When I climbed the mountain, I came across a few plum trees, which were full of red and full branches. In the cold wind and snow scene, they were left alone and spotless.

Like a fire, like a strong sun.

I couldn't help laughing, and said aloud, "Flowers can be broken when they bloom, don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches", and then began to destroy the flowers ruthlessly.

Passing by the graves of their mother and son, pursing their lips, they swept off the newly fallen snow with their sleeves, and picked up the dead grass and branches.

Arrange the red plums, squat down and put your hands together.

Thanks to your blessings, I, Li Rong, can now live comfortably, without worrying about everything, and live in style.

Your family of three must also be reunited and happy.

"Senior brother."

Looking back, I saw Gu Ning standing still with a smile not far away.

She is dressed in Tsing Yi, with silver-gray rabbit fur and rosewood hairpins on her collar, which complements this person's snow-white skin, gentle and elegant.

Like a fairy hanging from the nine heavens.

"Master is looking for you." He glanced at the grave, sighed softly, and beckoned, "Come back soon."

"Hey!" Xiao ran over, and shook his hand cheekily.

Gu Ning was slightly surprised, then frowned again, held my hand even tighter, and rubbed it.

"Why is it so cold?" Looking at me, he raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat on my forehead, "Where did you go for a stroll? Be careful of getting sick."

I smiled and let him move without saying a word, and my heart followed, warm and harmonious.

It is a blessing to have you watching over and taking care of me even if I am sick.

"Don't think too much, as long as you are comfortable," he patted me on the shoulder again, "otherwise my siblings and nephew will worry."

...Brother, have you misunderstood something...

Lamenting the days of raising pigs for free and without working, I decided in my heart that I should hold Master's thigh even more firmly.

Poor Uncle He's big plumed rooster, who has always been majestic and arrogant, with contempt and prestige in his eyes, was tragically oppressed and destroyed by me today.

The plucked chicken feathers are trimmed with a knife, and then wrapped with branch cloth and tied to the usual thickness.

The ink was stained, and the words were barely written.

The tip of the pen is not strong enough, although it is still ugly, but at least it can be read.

He wrote a thousand-character essay with great ease.

According to my major and the "science and technology are the primary productive forces" that I have been taught since I was a child, I imagined the road to enriching the people and strengthening the country with science and technology.

If the country is to be strong, the people must first be rich.

Cang Lin knows the etiquette in reality, and knows honor and disgrace when she has enough food and clothing.

In this way, from the top to the system, down to the people's livelihood, farming and water conservancy, merchants and trade, there is no need to pay attention to technical personnel everywhere.

First of all, I can't come up with any advanced things. Although what I write is empty words, it is true, and I came up with it myself.

With the intention of showing off, I happily presented it to Master.

When he read my words, he first shook his beard, twisted his eyebrows, and cursed "fool" as usual.

But I know that he is a good teacher, no matter how bad his apprentice's writing is, he will seriously read the content before making an evaluation.

Master has always been firm in ideological education.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw him with a solemn expression, stroking his white beard with one hand, tapping on the table with the other, not even drinking the tea next to him.

As for me, I leaned against Gu Ning shamelessly, watching his work-study program with downcast eyes and a smile, neatly trimming the rabbit fur with a dagger and making a new pen for me.

Well, rabbit fur...

Saying so...

The roe deer meat that Uncle He just gave...

Wouldn't that be... wouldn't it be...you can eat meat again at night?

Hey Hey……

"Rong'er..."

"Ah..." I have never eaten roe deer before. Is it better fried, steamed or boiled?

"From tomorrow, you will learn the piano from Yi Zhi."

"No..." How about...or just make barbecue...

"Yizhi, first he will teach you to cut nails."

"promise."

Hmm... learning the piano...

study……

W. What? ! ! !