Reborn Little Carpenter

Today's people are illiterate, and there is no pinyin.The most important thing about Chinese textbooks is to start with literacy.In the past, private schools taught people to read through dialogue or short sentences.Qiyue still intends to continue.Moreover, he still has some impressions of the previous elementary school textbooks. Every class is p texts, new words, phrases and so on.Literacy requires not only knowing what he looks like, but also knowing how to use it.

Qi Yue came up with an idea, thinking of the foreign language books he had learned before.What impressed me the most was "Hello, mynameisXXX.HowareyouI''mfine, thankyou." So I picked up a pen and wrote on the paper "Hello, my name is Xiaoming. Nice to meet you."

Learning a language from the beginning of dialogue can bring people into that environment as quickly as possible.As for arithmetic, it is much simpler, learn 123456789 first.Then learn that p plus p is equal to two.

Qi Yue wrote for a long time that night by lighting a candle, but he opened the door when Qi Yougen came back.

Master Zhou's affairs have also settled down.People at this time paid attention to returning the fallen leaves to their roots. They didn't know where his home was at the beginning, so they buried him in the Qi family's ancestral grave.Now everyone is here.It's not good that p keeps him in a foreign country, and finally the brothers discuss and decide that Qi Youzhuang will lead the p team.In total, Ji Ying went back together.Wait for Master Zhou to fall into peace before coming back.

Qi Yougen is simple and Qi Yue said the following.Then I went back to wash and go to bed: "It's getting late, you should go to bed early."

Qi Yue nodded: "Understood."

The next day, Qi Yue went to Qi Youwang's house early in the morning and asked him to recommend some teachers.Qi Yue's tentative enrollment target is 300. If there are [-] students in class P, there will be ten classes. In this way, at least ten teachers can be brought in.

After Qi Youwang understood what he meant, he gave him a list.Those on the list are all students who have been taught in the private school for the past two years.

Qi Yue took the list but was not in a hurry to find someone. It would take some time for the academy to be established, so let's talk about it now, and let people wait for a few months for no reason.

After Qi Yue settled the teacher's affairs, he went home to have breakfast. After breakfast, Qi Yougen and Qi Yougen went to the old house to discuss how to start the construction.

In the past two years, Qi Yougen took the engineering team to visit houses everywhere, and became more and more proficient in this area. After understanding Qi Yue's ideas, he transferred two teams of people under him to start building the academy.

At the same time, the Yitai Chamber of Commerce, led by Qi Youwang as the chairman, is gearing up to prepare for a big business.The Chamber of Commerce, large and small, has a total of fifteen merchant members.Business includes all aspects of people's livelihood.Even the two Zhao Tong brothers who came to the silver gambling house also took out a large sum of money, bought a lot of goods, and planned to sell them.

At the same time, Qi Youzhuang found someone to choose p auspicious days to raise the coffin.

The road to Yiguo overlaps with the route of the Qi family running a business. When the time comes, they will go together, and there will be a support on the road.Master Zhou passed away many years ago, and now there are only p skeletons left in the coffin.Those on the road don't have to worry about the rotting and smelly corpses.

The college is under construction in full swing, Qi Yue is teaching apprentices at home during this time, compiling textbooks and raising the baby, living a happy life.

One day he suddenly heard someone calling him outside, Qi Yue poked his head out from the study, and saw Uncle Qi leading a strange man with a white cloth wrapped around his head and waist into the courtyard gate of his house.

Qi Yue asked suspiciously: "Uncle, what is this?"

Uncle Qi's complexion was a bit complicated, he pointed at the man and said to Qi Yue: "This is from Zhengjia Village, he came to find Wen Hao."

A villager from Zheng's Village who was wearing mourning all over went to his house to look for Zheng Wenhao... Qi Yue had some vague guesses that such a thing was somewhat taboo, Qi Yue didn't ask anything, just said: "Wen Hao is in the workshop Here, I will lead you there."

The man nodded to him and said, "Thank you."

Qi Yue brought them into the carpentry workshop. Zheng Wenhao was processing the wood, and Qi Yue yelled: "Wen Hao."

Zheng Wenhao turned his head, saw that they were a little surprised, first called Qi Yue a p sound, and then asked, "Uncle Nan Wang, why are you here?"

Zheng Nanwang looked at him and sighed: "Wen Hao, your grandpa is gone, I'll pick you up and send him off."

Zheng Wenhao was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Qi Yue.

Although Qi Yue had guessed earlier, he was still a little embarrassed when he heard the news. He didn't know Zheng Wenhao's grandfather very well, and he only remembered how shrewd and calculating he was when he brought Zheng Jiabao to the door.

As Qi Yuan's younger brother, he didn't have a good impression of Zheng Wenhao's grandfather, but he died like a lamp, but after all, he was Zheng Wenhao's grandfather in name, and Zheng Wenhao should really go back and send P Cheng off.

Qi Yue said to Zheng Wenhao: "Put what you have on hand in advance, and go back with your uncle for a while."

After Master said so, Zheng Wenhao packed up his things obediently, and followed Zheng Nanwang to Zhengjia Village.

Originally Zheng Wangshun passed away, as Qi Yuan's brothers, Qi Yuannian and the others were also going to attend the funeral, but Qi Yuan and Zheng Jiabao had reconciled, let alone Qi Yuannian and them, Qi Yuan didn't have to go.It's not suitable for Qi Yue and the others to appear on that kind of occasion, so don't let people see them and think they are here to gloat.

Zheng Wenhao went alone, but Qi Yue was worried, so he found a man in his thirties in the village, took him there by boat, and then waited outside Zheng's Village, and brought Zheng Wenhao back when he was done.

Zheng Wenhao put a blank face, got off the boat and followed Zheng Nanwang to his former home. He felt that everything seemed to be a matter of his previous life, and it was very strange.

A lot of people gathered inside and outside the Zheng family courtyard, all of them were villagers who came to help the Zheng family according to the custom. No matter how unpopular the Zheng family was in the village, everyone wanted to do this kind of thing because of their sympathy.It's just that I don't have much friendship at ordinary times, so naturally I don't feel much sadness at the moment.

Zheng Wangshun left last night. The mourning hall has been set up for this time, and the villagers gather outside to chat when they have nothing to do. Seeing Zheng Nanwang leading the p youngsters over, they were a little confused.

Zheng Wenhao has grown up a lot in recent years, and when Zheng Wenhao was still in the village, he didn't appear in front of people very often, so they didn't recognize him at the time.

Zheng Nanwang nodded towards them, without saying anything, and led Zheng Wenhao inside.

The original main room has now been set up as a mourning hall, and heart-piercing cries came from inside. Zheng Wenhao raised his eyes and saw that most of the people inside were unknown to him.

"Qinglan!" Zheng Nanwang didn't take him to the mourning hall, but stood in the yard and called p.

After a while, a beautiful woman in filial piety clothes came out of the room, holding a child around p in her arms.Zheng Wenhao looked at her. He already knew that after Zheng Jiabao reconciled with his mother, he married p women and gave birth to p children, so he didn't care too much at the moment.

When Zheng Nanwang saw Qinglan, he immediately said, "Where's the filial piety clothes for Wenhao? Let him change into them."

Qing Lan nodded and greeted Zheng Wenhao, "Come with me."

As she spoke, she led Zheng Wenhao into the room she had just walked out of. The floor of the room was filled with things sent by the folks, and gifts to be returned later, and the gifts were only half full.

On the bed next to p was a stack of p pieces of mourning clothes. Qing Lan picked them up and handed them to Zheng Wenhao. Zheng Wenhao took them and shook them off and put them on directly. Stop, Zheng Wenhao paused for a moment with his hands tying the belt, and then tied the belt expressionlessly.

When Zheng Wenhao got dressed and came out, the villagers who followed him curiously remembered who he was, and everyone was moved. The Qi family built a college, and the news was so big that the mountain was pushed to fill the earth. Naturally, the news might be hidden. Few people wait to send their children over after the completion, and the people in Zhengjia Village are no exception.

They also heard the news that Zheng Wangshun's grandson worshiped Qi Yue as his teacher, and he has been living in Qi's house since he left Zheng's village. Now those people have the intention to approach Zheng Wenhao to inquire about him, but in the current situation After all, something was inappropriate, so they had to retreat regretfully, but they didn't leave, and followed Zheng Wenhao into the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, a dark coffin was placed high on a wooden table, and on the benches on both sides sat a few gray-haired women, crying heart-rendingly, and kept saying, "Big p." Why did he just leave like this, what should he do if he leaves his children and grandchildren behind?" These words made the atmosphere of the mourning hall feel sad and mournful.

In front of the coffin, there was a shriveled and thin man kneeling on his side. Before filling the burning brazier, Zheng Wenhao squinted his eyes for a long time to identify it, and then looked around for a while, suddenly felt that he had entered a fantasy world. Everything is fake.

This home shouldn't be like this, there shouldn't be such piercing and mournful cries, it should be endless reprimands and abuse.That man shouldn't be skinny and numb, like a walking corpse, and he should never be as arrogant and ruthless as before.

Zheng Wenhao was pushed, and a voice came from behind him: "Wenhao, don't stand still, go and kowtow to your grandfather."

The man next to the brazier raised his head when he heard the voice, his eyes widened when he saw Zheng Wenhao, with a surprised expression on his face, he called p: "Wenhao——"

Zheng Wenhao's body trembled, and he staggered back a p step, almost squatting down and covering his head to protect his body.

Standing behind him, Zheng Nanwang helped him by the hand, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Wenhao clenched his trembling teeth and shook his head lightly.

But seeing that Zheng Jiabao was about to pounce on him, he couldn't take a step forward with his feet.

Zheng Nanwang frowned. As the eldest brother of Zheng Jiabao's clan, he naturally knew that the assholes that Zheng Jiabao had done before were just a matter between father and son, and it was not easy for him to intervene.

Zheng Wenhao stared at Zheng Jiabao vigilantly, and suddenly saw that he was terrified, and his body was curled up, as if he saw some monster, shivering.

Zheng Wenhao was wondering when he heard a familiar voice behind him: "Senior brother."

Zheng Wenhao turned his head and saw Qi Xiaolei walking in from the outside. Zheng Wenhao asked, "Why are you here?" His voice was hoarse because his whole body was tense just now.

Qi Xiaolei walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "I heard that the old man has passed away. As a junior, I should come to pay homage to P Fan." He was originally at the carpenter's house in the neighboring village, but the master sent someone to bring him called.

Qi Xiaolei and Zheng Wenhao get along day and night, not to say he knows him well, but they are almost inseparable. This will occupy Zheng Wenhao's right side, separating him from Zheng Jiabao, and said: "Brother, come with me?"

Zheng Wenhao nodded, and the two of them knelt down in front of the coffin and kowtowed.Fortunately, Zheng Jiabao also stayed quietly beside p, and did not make any drastic moves.

Yaya brought Qi Xiaolei in, and stood silently by the door. Seeing that they finished kowtowing, she walked to Zheng Nanwang's side and said, "It's almost time, let's send the old man up the mountain."

Zheng Nanwang nodded, calling his cousins ​​to come in and carry the coffin.Zheng Wenhao, as Zheng Wangshun's grandson, naturally has to go with p, and there are some things that only he can do.

Qi Xiaolei followed closely, and when the cemetery was cleared and came back, the Zheng family had already prepared lunch, thanking the folks for their help.There is nothing to do after eating, and then we can go back to our respective homes.

But Zheng Wenhao didn't even want to eat this meal. Although Zheng Jiabao had been restrained by the maid named Yaya and couldn't come to trouble him, Zheng Wenhao only found out when he was lifting the coffin that Zheng Jiabao's legs could no longer stand up. , He didn't show anything on the surface, but he was relieved in his heart.

Looking at his limp and drooping legs, the punches and kicks roaring in his memory seemed to have lost their strength.

He was standing outside the yard, refusing to go in for a long time. The unknown folks beside P beckoned him to go in. They were about to have a cliché with Zheng Wenhao at the dinner table.

Qi Xiaolei walked over with a serious face: "Brother, Master told you to go back after the funeral, there are still a lot of work waiting for you to do in the workshop."

Zheng Wenhao breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly thanked the imperial court for his teacher's kindness more than his life's kindness, he nodded: "Then go back." After speaking, he turned his head and left.

"Hey——" The person next to P was about to call him, but Qi Xiaolei stopped him with a smile: "Master's order must not be violated, I'm sorry everyone, my brother and I will go back first, don't blame everyone." See Zheng Wenhao Already gone far, he hastened to catch up.

Zheng Wenhao heard footsteps behind him, and after walking around p corners, he slowed down and waited for Qi Xiaolei to catch up.The two walked towards the river in silence, and the uncle who was punting the boat was waiting there, and he froze when he saw Zheng Wenhao in filial piety.

Zheng Wenhao followed his line of sight and lowered his head. Everyone had already been buried. Naturally, he didn't need to wear the filial piety clothes, but he didn't want to enter that courtyard, so he didn't drag them down. After entering the river, watching the river roll forward with it, his face was calm.

"Let's go."

Qi Xiaolei watched quietly beside p, and he was relieved when he heard him speak.Holding his hand and jumping onto the wooden boat, Zhuangruo said relaxedly: "Master will definitely bring us delicious food when he comes back from the county today. We are lucky."

Wu Xiaoxi went to the noodle shop this morning and said he would be back before noon.At this time, no relatives have died, and there is a custom of fasting for several months, so Zheng Wenhao doesn't need to taboo.

Hearing this, he made a p sound: "I want to eat the braised pig's trotters at the corner of the street."

Qi Xiaolei was fine at first, but now he swallowed unconsciously when he said it, and said affirmatively: "Master must have bought it."

Both he and Zheng Wenhao love the stewed pig's trotters at that house, and every time anyone in the family comes back from the county, they will buy p ones.

Qi Xiaolei still recalled the delicious braised pig's trotters, but Zheng Wenhao stared blankly at the non-stop flowing river in front of him, his distorted and hideous face when he was a child, the concern of Qi's family for him in recent years, and Zheng Jiabao's current The look of being embarrassed, and the swaying soil from the graveyard on the mountain kept changing, twisting into a p ball.

But when he saw the people standing on the wharf in Yanhe Village, all these pictures disappeared, and he raised a smiling face: "Mom, you are back."

The author has something to say: it's almost over.