Crossover boy farming

Since Zhang Dazhuang took the custom-made tofu from Zhang Wuliang's house, villagers began to bring soybeans to Zhang Wuliang's house one after another.

They probably had inquired about the price in advance. The soybeans everyone brought would end up being more or less more than two catties. When people always want to be greedy for petty gains, Zhang Wuliang also understands, so let them forget it. The villagers in Taohe Village are fairly simple, and they don't bring too many soybeans.

In fact, how did Zhang Wuliang know the reason why there are so many villagers.It's not more than one catty more, because Zhang Dazhuang told them that less than one catty is not counted as money, and that more than one catty is counted as two catties.That's why they would rather have more than less.

I have to say that Zhang Dazhuang's words saved Zhang Wuliang a lot of effort.

Because according to his words, if it was less than two catties, he must have touched it for the sake of the same village.

But in this way, if one person gained one catty, the ten people would gain ten catties more.

After being so busy for a few days, in the blink of an eye, it was the third year of junior high school. When Zhang Wuliang's family was killing pigs for the New Year, Zhang Wuliang stopped all the work of grinding tofu on this day, and concentrated on preparing the pig slaughtering banquet and entertaining guests.

As the only family that makes tofu in Taohe Village, Zhang Wuliang’s pig-killing banquet is of course mainly tofu. While helping the villagers make tofu, he also makes tofu skin and tofu foam, which can be regarded as a joy in bitterness. .

Regrettably, after the pig-killing feast, those who hadn’t made tofu expressed that they wanted not only tofu, but also the other two. Zhang Wuliang cried bitterly but said calmly on the surface: This is another price.

Fortunately, it was sunny after the heavy snow, and the morning sun could shine on Zhang Wuliang.

Otherwise, Zhang Wuliang wanted to move the stone mill into the house. On this day, Zhang Wuliang was still grinding tofu in the yard under the sun in the cold winter. He saw Zhang Zhenwen coming in through the gate and said, "Liangzi, Are you busy?"

Zhang Wuliang rolled his eyes at him: "Can't you see it?"

"Heh, you kid, why are you so bad-tempered today?"

Zhang Zhenwen put his hands in his sleeves, walked up to him and looked up and down: "You should have earned a lot these days, right? Why do you still look unhappy after earning money?"

Zhang Wuliang pushed the stone mill around again, and said with emotion, "Money is not so easy to earn."

Zhang Zhenwen was amused by him, and said with a smile: "Haha, that's right, you look like a little donkey with your eyes blindfolded."

"Hey, that's right." Zhang Wuliang woke up the dreamer, and Zhang Wuliang turned to Zhang Zhenyong, who was filling soybeans into the millstone, and said, "Little Shitou, how about we buy a donkey?"

"Ah?" How could Zhang Zhenyong understand this.

Instead, Zhang Zhenwen said from the side: "No way, Liangzi, you can't stand the grinding for a few days, and you still need to buy a donkey, why do you buy it? Make tofu? It's the time of the Chinese New Year, and everyone makes some tofu." , you just get busy, there will be no one after the new year, what are you doing with your donkey all the time?

You don’t pull goods, just keep them at home. Do you know how much a donkey costs?Can it be a good deal? "

"Hey..." Of course Zhang Wuliang knew all these questions, and his mind became hot. After thinking about it, he naturally gave up, and now Zhang Wuliang was even more depressed.

He looked at Zhang Zhenwen, who was standing with his hands crossed and doing nothing, and said angrily, "No, what are you doing here today? Are you here to hit me?"

Of course not, Zhang Zhenwen stood up a little bit, and said, "How can I be so free?"

Zhang Wuliang rolled his eyes and silently said: There really are...

"Hey, what's that expression on your face?" Zhang Zhenwen quit.

"Not idle, not idle," Zhang Wuliang said perfunctorily, "Then why are you here?"

"Humph" Zhang Zhenwen doesn't have the same knowledge as him: "Didn't you say that I saw Zhang Hou and Zhang Zhenlin in the town?"

He originally planned to say Zhang Hou'er, but he glanced at Zhang Zhenyong beside him, and changed his words.

"Ah," more than half a month ago, Zhang Wuliang responded very Buddhistly.

Zhang Zhenwen continued: "He went back to the village to see the village chief yesterday."

"Oh" Isn't that what it should be?

Zhang Zhenwen pretended to be mysterious and said, "Guess what he said?"

With this move again, Zhang Wuliang silently rolled his eyes, and continued to ask feebly, "What did you say?"

Zhang Zhenwen walked a little closer to him, and whispered mysteriously: "He said..."

"Hey, don't get in my way." Zhang Wuliang pushed the stone mill past him.

Zhang Zhenwen stepped aside, then bent down to whisper in his ear.But Zhang Wuliang kept moving the stone mill, and finally gave up, and just stood there and said angrily, "He said he was going back to the village to open a private school."

"Oh, that's pretty good." Zhang Wuliang replied indifferently, what does opening a private school have to do with him?He doesn't go to school...

Zhang Zhenwen looked from the side, huh?This is not the right reaction.

etc!Private school? !Zhang Wuliang suddenly raised his head to look at Zhang Zhenyong, then turned his head to stare at Zhang Zhenwen, and said word by word: "You, say, he wants to, go back, go to the village, open a private school?"

Zhang Zhenwen was taken aback by him, and under his frightening eyes, he stammered and said, "Yes, yes."

"When?"

"Uh..." Zhang Zhenwen thought for a while, "He doesn't seem to have said anything."

"What?" Zhang Wuliang looked at him straight, almost writing on his face: Are you kidding me.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Zhenwen quickly explained: "No, he said that he will come back to start a private school next year, but he didn't say when."

Zhang Zhenwen came back to his senses, and slowly explained: "Let's not talk about a private school, there is no house, how can we open it?

So the village head discussed with several clan elders and planned to take out the open space next to our ancestral hall and build a private school in the next spring.At that time, each family must have some people.So my grandfather asked me to tell you in advance. "

Zhang Wuliang nodded earnestly, expressing his understanding: "I will definitely go when the time comes."

"Okay, as long as you know, it's all after the Chinese New Year..." Zhang Zhenwen said: "Looking at you like this, are you going to send Xiaoshi there?"

Zhang Wuliang nodded: "Little Shitou should also go to a private school to read some books and know how to read and write. I can't teach you much."

Zhang Zhenwen nodded clearly, and asked again: "Are you planning to let him take the imperial examination?"

Zhang Wuliang glanced at Zhang Zhenyong and said, "I don't know, let's talk about it later, taking the imperial examination is not an easy task."

Zhang Zhenwen agreed: "Yes... that's right..."

He remembered another thing: "Zhang Zhenlin said that when children in our clan go to private schools, they only need to pay one tael a year for Shuxiu, while those in the village pay two taels a year."

"Huh? That's good, so many families can afford to send their children to private schools..." Zhang Wuliang didn't expect such a good thing.

"That's right," Zhang Zhenwen said: "From what Zhang Zhenlin said, it seems that he wants to cultivate more scholars in the clan."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuliang was suddenly in awe of Zhang Juren, who had never met before. This is a great educator who sacrifices himself for others!Cultivating scholars is not a matter of one or two years...

"Okay." Zhang Zhenwen stomped his feet and said to Zhang Wuliang: "Since your family has been notified, I will leave first."

"Leave now?" I don't think it's his style.

"Well then, I have to notify the next one..."

"Oh", upon hearing this, Zhang Wuliang would not keep him: "Then take some tofu and go, little stone..."

"No." Zhang Zhenwen interrupted: "Your family still gave away a lot last time. And it's not easy to get it when I go to someone else's house."

"Okay" Zhang Wuliang said: "Then you go first, and then I will take you home directly."

Zhang Zhenwen didn't refuse either: "Okay, then I'll go first."

"Well, be careful on the road." Zhang Wuliang didn't say anything to see him off.

After Zhang Zhenwen passed by, Zhang Wuliang looked at Zhang Zhenyong and said, "You heard it just now, how is it? Do you want to go to a private school?"

"Think," Zhang Zhenyong said, and then asked: "Brother, what is a private school?"

"It is the place where children are taught to read and write." Zhang Wuliang replied.

Zhang Zhenyong asked again: "Do you teach like a big brother?"

"I don't know about this." It seems that teachers in ancient times read the book once in class.Then let the students memorize it by rote. I am afraid that his method of teaching words while telling stories will not please children.

Zhang Wuliang thought about it, and still felt that Zhang Zhenyong should be vaccinated: "Xiao Shitou, you have to know that every teacher's teaching method is different. There are those who like to tell stories, and those who don't. There are those who are poor in teaching. Zhang Juren has studied for so many years and passed the imperial examination. He must be better at speaking and asking questions than the elder brother, and he knows more than the elder brother. You will learn from him when the time comes, and you will definitely learn. Many older brothers don’t know the knowledge and principles. But you must remember one thing. Only when a person learns to respect his teachers can he gain a foothold in society and be called a human being.

Otherwise, no matter how many books you read, it will be in vain, you know? "

Zhang Zhenyong nodded, although he didn't quite understand what the elder brother meant.But he will definitely listen to what his elder brother said and try his best to do what his elder brother said.

Zhang Wuliang patted his head and said gratifiedly: "Good boy, big brother believes in you, so no matter whether you are an official or a farmer, you must remember that the first thing to do is: people."

Zhang Wuliang looked at his serious and ignorant face, and smiled self-deprecatingly: Why is he talking to such a young child?

Then he stopped the empty stone mill, put all the soy milk in the ditch into the basin, and said to Zhang Zhenyong who was still thinking hard beside him: "You will understand these principles later, now let's take the soy milk in first." Bar.

After all, going to a private school is after the spring, so let's do the current thing well and have a lively and lively New Year. "

Perhaps, for Zhang Wuliang, this was just a simple conversation, but it affected Zhang Zhenyong's life.

Even if he later becomes a minister, he still remembers the three words that his eldest brother said by the stone mill that winter: Be a man first.