The dark clouds rolled, the squally gusts lifted, and I looked to the horizon. Lightning and thunder made rain, like covering the distant mountains.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan stood on the small bench and looked out the window. The heavy rain poured down, bit by bit on the ground. One blister after another appeared and disappeared. It looked foggy, with countless small streams of water. Gathered together, undulating toward the low-lying place.
"I was thinking about sending some carrots to the people on Zhuangzi today. It seems that I can only wait for Tianqing to talk about it." Wang Juan said in a vague voice while biting a carrot stick in his mouth.
"Well, I heard people say that carrots need to be cooked with oil in order to better absorb nutrients. How can farmers have so much oil? Can carrot seeds produce oil?" Zhang Xiaobao said of the farmers. It wrinkles if not, and looks sad.
"Yes, it's very expensive. I bought it before. Would you?" Wang Juan said, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. Drooling is a natural phenomenon.
"No, but I can make soybean oil. It's very simple. Just make a bucket-shaped thing, put the beans in it, and then constantly add wedges to it, relying on physical pressure to get the oil out, and the rest is beancake, which is a bit unscrupulous. People use this beancake to make tofu, which is not good at all."
"Yeah, do you know a lot?" Wang Juan had never seen this method of squeezing soybean oil, so he didn't believe it.
Zhang Xiaobao didn’t argue, but said leisurely: “What’s this? There are some old people who can scare you to death when they say something they know, some simple herbal remedies, acupuncture, cupping, scraping, mason’s work, breeding animals and watching animals. The work of growing all kinds of food, woodworking, burning charcoal, bricks, and making baskets and baskets.
When some people take this as knowledge to show off, those simple people are passed on from generation to generation, have been soaked in life, and become a way of living, which is instinctive.
My grandfather dean, besides what I said, he can also paint, write calligraphy, sculpture, and measure geomantic omen. He does everything in the courtyard, such as cylinders, basins, bowls, sharpening scissors and kitchen knives. Do. "
As Zhang Xiaobao said, he seemed to be caught in the memory again, the expression on his face kept changing, and at the end he exhaled a long breath and smiled at Wang Juan, which meant that she should not worry.
"No? I'm not saying that no one knows these things. I mean that your orphanage can't even afford a bowl, can you? You want a bowl, who can bowl a bowl? I used to hear my parents say that they played when they were young. A bowl is to be beaten, and afterwards, no one cares at all." Wang Juan was a little surprised.
"Don’t talk about it. When the light appears, there is always darkness on the other side. A good environment is nothing more than a shadowless lamp. The scammers have made a lot of money, and someone will harvest soybeans tomorrow, and I will squeeze the oil."
Zhang Xiaobao wiped off a drop of rain that was blowing on his face, restored to the child's expression, and said lightly.
Both of them spoke quietly. Xiao Hong, who was sitting at the door, only knew what the little ancestor was saying there, but he didn't know the specifics.
Now she is not worried about the dangers of the little son and the little lady. All she has to do is to fight by the side. Today is heavy rain, and she can sit here and learn to read. This is what the little son requested, in the courtyard. Everyone must be able to read and write, and be a simple account.
In addition to these, the little lady Juanjuan also said that the children of the two Zhuangzi will also be invited to teach, and all the expenses will be managed by the Zhang and Wang family. The only requirement is that regardless of whether they have completed their studies or not, they will all be taught. The honor of Zhuangzi should be regarded as honor, and the shame should be regarded as shame.
Xiao Hong has always wondered how the two little ancestors thought about it. The things they did always felt like antelopes hanging on their horns and unreliable. Well, this is what the tent of Zhuangzi said. It’s different for those who are knowledgeable. .
When the three people were divided into two groups to do their own things, the voice of Manager Zhang came from the rain outside.
"Prince Song, it's raining today. Look, the young man is so big that he can't come out to play. He is in the house. Wait a moment and wait for me to report."
"So I have to take care of things." Song Jinggong's voice sounded afterwards, listening to the feeling of lack of energy.
Guanshi Zhang entered the outside door, and when he walked inside, he saw Xiaohong sitting there thinking about things. According to his usual habit, he had to reprimand him. Just about to speak, he looked up and saw the man standing next to the window. The two little ancestors swallowed again.
He knows that Young Master is not such a foolish person. If Xiao Hong is like this without the acquiescence of Little Young Master, Xiao Hong will definitely not dare, she really wants to open the mouth to train Little Young Master’s maid, then the consequences... I'm afraid to think about it, Song Jinggong So smart, look at what it's like to be bullied by the little boy
"Housekeeper Zhang, do you have something to do? Little Master and Little Cuckoo Lady are generally not disturbing." Xiaohong also saw Manager Zhang, a little scared, backed the book on her hand to the back, and said.
"There is something important, Song Jinggong Young Master Song is here. The one who was in Zhuangzi last night didn't dare to come over and disturb the Young Master's rest. I came here today because of the rain. Well, you go tell me, read the book carefully. The people around Young Master cannot be better than those from other families. Difference."
Guan Shi saw that Xiaohong had a book to read, it must have been arranged by the little son. This little ancestor really didn't know how to comment that a person like Song Jinggong was so frightened that he didn't sleep well last night and his eye circles were still dark.
"Well, here it is? Please come in, go and make tea according to the method I taught you, now I can do less work." Zhang Xiaobao has actually heard Song Jinggong speaking outside, but he still waited for a while. Hong spoke before he finished speaking.
Song Jinggong held up an umbrella, stood in the rain and let the rain that flowed past wet his shoes. He didn't move. Even if the wind blew the rain obliquely and drenched his lower body, he still didn't feel anything.
He had been thinking about what Cherry said when he came over yesterday. He asked Cherry, which expert calculated him, and Cherry curled his lips at the time, saying, what expert do you use to calculate? My little son will do. When you stepped on the bridge that day, there was no turning back.
What I said is scary. What I know is that the bridge connects Gejiazhuang and Wang Zhang. What I don’t know is the Naihe bridge.
Of course Song Jinggong didn't believe it anymore, but Cherry reminded him that he had forgotten the money and jade pendant he gave when he came that day? My Zhangjiazhuangzi takes care of you, and it is enough to send a one-year-old child.
This is the reason why Song Jinggong is entangled. He wants to see today, is that kid really as powerful as Cherry said.
"Song son, my little son has a request." While Song Jinggong was still in the middle of thinking, Zhang Guanshi came out to greet him.
"Okay, thank you Zhang Guanshi, Zhang Guanshi, wait a minute, Song has some doubts in his mind, and asks Zhang Guanshi for help." Song Jinggong was about to go in and pulled Zhang Guanshi again.
"Song son but said it's okay."
"Song wants to know whether the words that Guan Shi and Mrs. Guizhuang said outside Zhang's window that day were intentional? What is the connection with the little son of Guizhuang?" Song Jinggong thought of some details.
"Prince Song, I would like to take care of you when working together in the future." Zhang Guanshi answered the question, stretched out his hand, and turned away.
Song Jinggong stepped in with doubts, and walked around the outer room, and saw that a cushion had been prepared in the inner room. There was a small table between the cushion and the opposite small collapsible. Song Jinggong naturally knew that the cushion was for him to sit on. You're welcome, walk in and sit down.
When I looked at the cave, there was no one, and only then did my eyes adjust to the light in the house. When I looked at it again, I saw the two little children standing by the window that day watching the rain outside.
"Xiaobao, do you think it's better to go out and go around than at home?" Song Jinggong heard the baby girl's voice.
"No, it's raining heavily outside, let alone being tired from holding an umbrella." Song Jinggong heard the boy's movement again.
"What kind of umbrella you can wear, just put on the clothes, look at the mountains, look at the rain, what do you say about that sentence, oh, call a misty rain Ren Pingsheng." The voice of the girl.
"No, I'll get sick. Then the wind will always be blown away by the rain and wind." The boy said.
Listening to Song Jinggong, she felt like she was in the wrong place for a while. This is not Zhangjiazhuang, this is the Hanlin Courtyard. There are no small children in front of the window, but two brilliant talents.
"Ah, Young Master Song is here, rude and rude, Xiao Hong, have tea." It seems that there are others in the room. Zhang Xiaobao took Wang Juan and jumped off the bench, and both came to Tazi and sat there. Greeted.
"It's easy to say, Zhang Gongzi is too fascinated, I don't know that the little lady next to Zhang Gongzi is..." Song Jinggong unconsciously regarded the little baby in front of him as an adult, and only after speaking, he realized that he was obviously two children.
"Oh, this is Zhang's childhood sweetheart, Wang's cuckoo." Zhang Xiaobao introduced with a hand.
"Childhood sweetheart?" Song Jinggong was confused again, what do you mean
Wang Juan said at this time, "It's Lang riding a bamboo horse, walking around the bed and making green plums. The two little guys don't want to guess. They are so stupid. They have no knowledge. If they want to deceive, they can't deceive others."
Wang Juan has lowered his voice in the latter part, but Song Jinggong still listened to him sincerely. If someone else said so, he must argue. Facing the two children today, he can only feel a sense of powerlessness, Zhang Wangliang Where is the family's ancestral grave buried
At this time, Xiao Hong had brought the tea up. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were all hot tea. In front of Song Jinggong, there were two kinds of tea, one hot and one cold. Whether it was cold or hot, they were all so green, different from the ones Song Jinggong had drunk in the past.
"Master Zhang, this is..." Song Jinggong asked, pointing to the herbal tea.
"Ice tea." Zhang Xiaobao explained.
"Oh, why only Song has it?" Song Jinggong asked again.
"Anyone with status, who drinks iced tea? Just kidding, the cuckoo and I are too young. Drinking cold things can easily ruin our stomachs." Zhang Xiaobao said with a smile.