The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

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Seeing that it was really bad, Mrs. Zhao came out of the room and said a few words. Mrs. Sun became even more anxious, knowing that she was really embarrassed in front of the clan leader, but the chicken had wings, but she didn't. Waiting until the chicken lost its strength, Mrs. Sun grabbed it and cursed: Run, run, run, it is destined to be the food in the pot, where are you going?

Xue Tingyan stopped looking and looked back.

He knew why his uncle was so generous and proposed to let him compete with Xue Juncai, because if there were no accidents, Xue Juncai would definitely win this match.

In that dream, he had suffered such a loss, but it was not with Xue Juncai, but with Zhao'er who had worked hard to get the money and sent him to Qinghe Academy. At that time, he was so stupid that he always blamed his unsuccessful life on the harsh fate of fate. He felt that it was not that he was not good, but that everyone did not give him a chance.

When he first entered Qinghe Academy, he was very ambitious. He thought that he would definitely surpass Xue Juncai and prove that he was the most outstanding person in the Xue family, but reality slapped him hard in the face. It was only then that he, who had never seen the world, understood his uncle's sinister intentions. He did teach him to read, and he did 'read' a lot of books, but he only read and did not understand the meaning of the scriptures.

Later I learned that after school children learn to read, reading the Bible is the basis.

First study Three Character Classic, Hundred Family Surnames, Thousand Character Classic, then Poetry of Thousand Family, Young Learning Qionglin, Longwen Whip Shadow, etc. After reading these, you can enter university and start Learn to read the Four Books and Five Classics.

At this stage, the teacher does not explain the meaning of the scriptures, that is to say, he just memorizes them by rote and clearly understands the meaning of the words but not the meaning of the scriptures. Because nowadays people tend to think that children are just learning. It doesn’t matter whether they understand it or not, as long as they remember it. After they read it more and for a long time, they will understand its meaning.

This is what is called reading a thousand times, and its meaning will appear by itself.

Once you can memorize all these books fluently and learn to interpret the Bible and write essays, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

This time-saving, labor-saving and effective teaching model is popular throughout Dachang, from high-ranking schools to low-level social studies and village studies. This practice is especially popular in rural private schools, because there is only one teacher, but it is necessary to teach several or even dozens of people. It is not realistic for them all to explain the meaning of the scriptures.

But in fact, a wealthy family with some background would never teach their children this way. Because this teaching model blindly emphasizes rote memorization, but ignores the truth of natural principles.

This was the pros and cons that he analyzed later, taking the position of chief assistant and looking at the overall situation.

But at that time, he had just entered the library, because his uncle delayed explaining the meaning of the scriptures to him and did not understand that there was any explanation of the scriptures. Therefore, when he first entered school, his teacher asked him if he had read it. He replied that he had read it, but his interpretation of the Bible was nonsense. He was scolded by his teacher for being as stupid as a pig, and was ostracized and ridiculed by his classmates.

But now, it seems that the uncle is also aware of his own shortcomings, so he deliberately proposed this competition. In fact, he already has a plan in mind, and he is sure to lose.

Unfortunately, there was an accident.

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Because there were guests at home, everyone was busy except Mr. Xue and Xue Qingshan, father and son.

After the main room had eaten, the kitchen started to prepare lunch for others.

During this period, Xue Taoer was also ordered to drink. There was wine and meat on the banquet in the main room, and the men exchanged glasses with each other, showing no sign of their usual agility. Especially Patriarch Xue and Zheng Lizheng, they drank very affectionately, and in the end they both got a little drunk.

Okay, don't send it off, just walk up and be there. Patriarch Xue waved his hand.

After everyone was sent out of the courtyard, the table began to be cleared and food was served. Mrs. Zhao originally wanted to take away the leftover meat and vegetables, but was stopped by Mr. Xue, who said that he wanted to add vegetables for everyone. The people in the country are not rich, so it is commonplace to eat leftovers after the distinguished guests leave.

The adults were all fine, and Shuanzi and Maodan ate deliciously.

Zhao'er originally wanted to take the meal back to the house to eat, but was stopped by Xue Tingyan. The two of them just lowered their heads and ate as before, saying nothing.

Xue Juncai glanced at Xue Tingyan with disdain.

He had just dined with Xue Qingshan and naturally ate a lot of the good food on the table. Now seeing that Xue Tingyan could only eat some leftovers, he was naturally full of ridicule.

He kept in mind what his father told him before. There was no way Xue Gouzi could beat him.

Thinking in his mind, he looked away and said to Mr. Xue on the bed: Master, I went back to the room to read.

Mr. Xue nodded. He had drunk too much before, and now he was leaning on the kang smoking a cigarette to relieve his hangover.

Dog, eat more. Big brother will be waiting for you to beat me in five days. Xue Juncai suddenly said this when passing by Xue Tingyan.

Zhao'er stood up immediately and stared at him: Can you speak? After so many years of reading, you have read into a dog's belly.

Xue Juncai didn't expect that Zhao'er would be so disrespectful to him. Sven's face turned red, but for some reason he glanced at Zhao'er and held back.

Mr. Xue shouted: Juncai, go back to the house!

Mrs. Zhou also stood up in a hurry to persuade Zhao'er to leave it at that.

After dinner, the two returned to the second room. Zhao'er was still angry: Don't be angry, Gouer. When I make some money, I will take you to separate the family and go there, so you won't be with them anymore.

Xue Tingyan felt a little moved, but also a little helpless: You called me a dog again.

Zhao'er groaned, then said with a smile: I forgot, I won't do this again.

Naturally, he couldn't be angry with her. After that, Zhao'er took the two clothes he had changed into yesterday and went out to wash them, while Xue Tingyan turned out the book Young Learning Qionglin again.

Xue Tingyan felt a little worried when looking at the book in his hand, which was copied on the poorest bamboo paper and the footers were rubbed. He actually didn't want to read, but Zhao'er couldn't help it and thought he should read more now. Only by reading more could he be more confident in defeating Xue Juncai.

Little did he know that this book was different from other books, and just reading this one would be of no use, but he would not tell her about this.

He dug out the bamboo paper that Zhao'er bought for him from the kang cabinet. This poorest quality bamboo paper costs forty cents per knife. Such 'expensive' paper can barely even be used for calligraphy practice. Even so, he treasured it very much and was reluctant to use it at all. If he could write on the sand, he would write on the sand. If he couldn't use the sand, he would dip it in water and write on the desk.

Xue Tingyan touched the stack of yellowed bamboo paper and sighed in her heart.

The paper that 'Xue Tingyan' usually uses is the best clear paper, so he feels a little disgusted with the things that are usually precious.

He spread the paper out on the kang table, stacking several sheets in a pile, and then cut them into book-sized pieces with a bamboo knife. In order to leave a seam, he left some extra space and cut out a thick stack. Then he took out the inkstone with a corner missing and the ink ingot that had only been used up to a small length.

These were treasures that he was usually reluctant to use, but today Xue Tingyan didn't feel this way at all. He added water to the inkstone and then took the ink stick to grind the ink. While grinding, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

After polishing the ink, he put the bald pen in a bowl of water to wet it and clean it. Then I dipped enough ink before picking up the pen and writing something on the paper.

After writing a few words, he suddenly put down the pen, picked up the paper and looked at it, and suddenly it was crumpled.

The handwriting is clearly neat. Although he usually saves paper and ink, he has practiced hard for many years, so the handwriting is pretty good, but for some reason he just doesn't like it.

He slowly closed his eyes, concentrated for a while, and then opened them again after a while. There was no one in the room at this time. If anyone had been, they would have seen a glimmer of light flashing in Xue Tingyan's eyes. At the same time, he grasped the pen quickly and steadily, and as if with divine help, he wrote rows and rows of small characters on the paper in a short time.

These small characters were suddenly in Yan style, now in Guange style, and now in Thin Gold style. At first they were all tangible and boneless, but as they were written they changed in flavor.

The face is square and lush, the writing is strong, straight, open and powerful. The pavilion's physical strength and grace are as if they were carved out of wood. And the thin gold body, gold hooks and iron paintings are full of pride, and the strokes are as sharp as cutting gold and jade.

These three characters represent the life of 'Xue Tingyan', from the Yan style that he learned when he first entered school, to the Guange style that he painstakingly studied for the imperial examination, and finally to the thin gold style that he later became a first-rank official.

He just wrote like this, completely forgetting himself. During this period, Zhao'er came in, but he didn't dare to disturb him and quietly sat down on the edge of the Kang.

I don't know how long he had been writing, but he suddenly took a long breath and put down the pen.

He wrote on two whole pages.

At this time, Xue Tingyan had to admit that the magic of heaven was just a dream, and he actually possessed some of the things he had in the dream.

From the moment this dream appeared, Xue Tingyan was thinking about why he had such a dream. Now he understands, maybe he just wants him to make up for all the imperfections in the dream.

But having everything he had in his dream, he suddenly became ambitious, and a surge of heroic spirit lingered in his heart.

You are tired from writing, drink some water.

Zhao'er brought the water, and Xue Tingyan took it and drank it in one gulp. It was extremely sweet.

Then he lowered his head to look at what he had written. He actually spent two large pieces of bamboo paper. Probably because Zhao'er was by his side, he suddenly remembered that she usually scrimped on food and clothing to buy him paper. He felt a little distressed and felt guilty. He glanced at her and whispered: She actually wrote so much.

How could Zhao'er not understand what he was thinking? He smiled and said: No more, no more, just two sheets. Paper is for use. Didn't I tell you not to save paper before it's used up? Let’s just buy it again.”

I want to copy a book, so I'll try my handwriting first to avoid using up the paper.

What book do you want to copy? Can you copy books? Don't you have to buy them? Zhao'er was puzzled.

Xue Tingyan sighed in his heart. He really felt that he was really stupid in the past. He would rather borrow his uncle's book every time or memorize it by rote, and never thought of copying the book.

Nowadays, the books sold in bookstores have very few printed editions and are expensive, so a book copying industry has arisen. In this way, not only some poor scholars can get some money, but also those who want to buy books but are short of money can get some benefits.

Of course, this kind of copying is not something that can be done casually. It requires excellent handwriting.

Xue Tingyan boasted that his calligraphy was not bad, and many people asked for his calligraphy back then. Now that he needs books, why can't he copy them himself.

the most important is--

He glanced at Zhao'er.

She sat up and raised her hand to touch the little man's forehead to make sure it was no longer hot, then she put on her clothes and got off the kang.

The first thing he did was to open the door. Heizi, who had been restless for a long time, got out in a snap. Zhao'er followed him out of the room and saw Heizi hurriedly running out of the hospital to pee, so he laughed and shook his head.

At this time, there were already people in the courtyard, including the third-bedroom wife Zhou and her eldest daughter Xue Taoer.

Today it is the third room's turn to cook. The Xue family's rule is that apart from the housework of each room, the work of the father-in-law is shared equally. One day per room, changing in rotation.

The room responsible for cooking is not only responsible for eating and drinking for the whole family, but also for serving the family's livestock. The Xue family raised two big fat pigs, and just serving these two ancestors every day was not an easy job. Not to mention feeding chickens, fetching water, and chopping firewood, so the female family members who do housework on this day do not have to work in the fields.

It seems fair and just, but in fact everyone inside knows.

The eldest aunt Yang claimed that her man was a child, and she was extraordinarily superior to others at home. After Xue Qingshan passed the exam, she never did housework again. The key is that Zhao is also facing her, so others can't question her too much.

At first, it was Xue Gouzi's mother Qiu who did it, but finally the third-bedroom wife Zhou came in, and the two sisters-in-law finally shared the responsibility. After that, Mrs. Qiu followed her deceased husband, leaving Mrs. Zhou alone. It wasn't until Mrs. Sun from the fourth room came in that she could take a breath again.

It's a pity that Mrs. Sun is a lazy and cunning person. In fact, Mrs. Zhou does most of the work.

In the past, when Mrs. Qiu was still alive, Zhao'er also helped Mrs. Qiu. Later, after Mrs. Qiu passed away, Zhao'er was busy with the housework of the second house, and had to work as a middle schooler. In addition, Zhao'er was still young at that time, so Mr. Xue told her to take good care of Xue Gouzi and not have to worry about Gongzhong's work.

Zhao'er now has some free time to mess around and get some money. However, she is a conscientious person and will help out as much as she can in her spare time. As for those who tried to bully her like Mrs. Sun, her sharp tongue was not forgiving.

Seeing Xue Tao'er struggling to fetch water from the well, Zhao'er rubbed his face and walked up to help her.

Thirteen-year-old Xue Taoer is like a little flower in bud. Although she is not very beautiful, she is still very delicate. Seeing Zhao'er coming to help her, she couldn't help but smile and talk to her: Sister Zhao'er, is the second brother feeling better? .

I had a fever again last night and got better in the second half of the night. Zhao'er looked around curiously and asked, Why isn't Third Uncle here?

Although Xue Qingbai was an honest and taciturn person, he always loved his wife and daughter. Jufan would get up early and fill up the water jar when cooking for the third room.

The Xue family has their own well, but the well is too deep, and there is no windlass installed on the well. It would be very tiring just relying on the strength of the daughter's family to draw water up. That is to say, Zhao'er was born as strong as an ox, and his strength was no worse than that of an ordinary strong man, so he could pull the bucket out of the deep well very easily.

My father went to the fields. He said he would work for a while and then return after breakfast.

Xue Qingbai is an honest farmer. Unlike other brothers in the family who have other skills, he only knows how to farm, so he concentrates on the ground. The Xue family has a total of more than 30 acres of land, and now they are planted by him, Mr. Xue, and the fourth son, Xue Qinghuai.

Although the women of the Xue family also go to the fields, that is during busy farming times. Besides, women only have so little strength, so what can they do to help? Fortunately, the three men of the Xue family are all good hands in the fields. They were really busy, so they paid to hire day laborers to help them for a few days, so they didn't have to worry about running out of work in the fields.

Just as he was talking, the door of the fourth room opened and Xue Qinghuai walked out.

The men in the Xue family are all tall, so Xue Qinghuai also inherited a tall body.

He has thick eyebrows, tiger eyes, and a high nose. He is dressed in dark blue coarse cloth and short brown clothes, and he looks very heroic. In fact, the men of the Xue family are not bad looking, but the women of the Xue family are a bit mediocre. However, all the grandchildren are well-born, and they are all top-notch in the village.

Zhao'er Tao'er, you got up so early. Xue Qinghuai strode over, took the bucket from Zhao'er's hand, walked to the water tank, and poured the water into the tank.

How can you two little girls do this kind of rough work? You go do other things, and your fourth uncle will come to fetch water.

Zhao'er and Tao'er didn't refuse either. One went to the kitchen to help their mother cook, while the other took a basin and scooped out water for washing.

As time passed, other members of the Xue family got up one after another, and there were more and more people in the yard. Over there in the kitchen, Mrs. Zhou called for dinner. Generally speaking, country people don't have to pay much attention to setting the table when eating breakfast. They just put a bowl in a bowl and eat it anywhere they want.

Breakfast is two-meter porridge. The so-called two-meter porridge is porridge made from two kinds of rice. Yuqing Village does not produce rice, but only crops such as wheat, sorghum, millet, and corn. Although farmers all grow wheat, they rarely use it for daily cooking. They always sell it and exchange it for other grains.

Even a wealthy family like the Xue family, who had a surplus of grain, did not eat fine grains every meal, but a mix of coarse grains and fine grains. For example, today's breakfast is two-meter porridge, which is porridge cooked with millet, that is, yellow rice, and sorghum rice.