A little head suddenly popped in from the half-open wooden door.
"Sister, do you want to get some tree bark? When we can go out again, I'll help you get some."
"Okay, you can go with mom then, but be careful."
Su Qiao waved at him.
The chubby little Haozi ran in with messy hair, and looked at Su Qiao with his eager eyes:
"Then... then can I also eat meat as much as my mother can?"
Su Qiao: “…”
These two are really mother and son.
In order to eat meat, they are willing to do anything, and they don’t mind the trouble or the fatigue.
"Can."
Find them something to do, at least they can be more stable and won't run around outside.
As he spoke, Su Qiao picked up a wooden comb from the table, combed his hair, and used a small wooden stick to tie it into a bun.
Zhou Lihua glared at her youngest son: "You little naughty boy, why are you everywhere?"
"Mom, you are so mean. You only think about eating meat and don't even think about me, your son."
Xiao Haozi leaned towards Su Qiao affectionately: "Humph, my sister is still the best."
"Come on, come on, follow me out, don't disturb your sister's rest."
Zhou Lihua grabbed his collar and dragged him out of Su Qiao's room.
"Don't pull my collar again. Dad said it's wrong and unbecoming of you to do that."
At the table, looking at the backs of the mother and son, Su Qiao shook his head helplessly.
After thinking about it, she got up and went out, to the small study room that the old man had built specifically for Su Yaohui and his son.
This small study is a special place in the Su family and it is also a sacred place.
On weekdays, no one except Su Yaohui and his son can enter at will.
"Sister, why don't you lie down on the bed and rest?"
Dalang didn't expect his sister to suddenly come here.
After all, when I was a child, my sister appeared in the small library for a while, and then she never came again.
"I'm tired of lying down, so I want to come to your place to find some books to read."
Su Qiao answered while looking around the room.
The small study is about 20 square meters and is also made of adobe. However, the furnishings inside are obviously neater and more elegant than those in other rooms.
Things like bookshelves, desks, and chairs are all about 80% new, and they are made of good quality wood, with patterns carved on the edges.
I heard that these were made by my second uncle and second cousin two years ago.
There are not many books on the bookshelf, only about twenty or so.
In addition, there are some manuscripts that should have been written by them themselves, because there are no book covers and they are tied with simple hemp ropes with holes drilled in them.
There are several landscape paintings on the wall. Judging from the painting skills, they are just average. They should have been painted by her father Su Yaohui.
Look at the long desk in front of the eldest brother Su Yichen. There are two books, some rice paper, and two simple pen holders made of bamboo.
"Reading a book?"
Su Yichen was stunned for a moment. Seeing his sister walk to the bookshelf and reach out to flip through the books on the shelf, he stood up and walked over anxiously.
He was worried that his sister would not know the seriousness of the matter and damage the book.
Su Qiao flipped through it.
They are all "The Book of Songs", "The Book of History", "The Book of Rites" and so on.
The imperial examinations of this dynasty were similar to those of the Ming and Song dynasties.
After passing the county examination and the prefectural examination, one becomes a tongsheng. Tongsheng then takes part in the academy examination, and those who pass become shengyuan, or scholar.
The scholar would then take part in the provincial examination held in autumn every three years and become a juren. The juren would then go to the capital to take part in the metropolitan examination held in spring the following year and become a gongsheng.
Finally, he took part in the palace examination and passed the imperial examination.