As night fell, the entire Xiahe Village was immersed in sleep, and all the Zhu family members fell asleep. Only the compartment where Zhu Ping'an was still lit with the oil lamp, and the eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan also began to snore.
Under the oil lamp, Zhu Ping'an was copying the textbook "Three Character Classic" borrowed from Zhu Pingjun. It was too expensive to buy a book, so copying it this way would save money and allow him to practice writing. He asked his mother Chen to cut the paper into the size of the textbook, and then sewed it into a textbook with needle and thread. Zhu Ping'an started copying after dinner, and finished it when the moonlight was bright. "Three Character Classic" is a Southern Song version, which only covers the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Ming and Qing dynasties are not included. Zhu Ping'an's calligraphy is not that good, but it is very neat, and his handwriting is at the beginner's level, but it is still much better than the naughty kids in the school.
You can't get fat in one bite. I'll slowly copy the Thousand Character Classic and Hundred Family Surnames tomorrow. After cleaning the table and blowing out the oil lamp, Zhu Ping'an climbed onto the bed and gradually fell asleep. The moonlight, unwilling to be lonely, cast its silver light into the room from the window.
On the next morning, the sun rose as usual, and the hope of rain for Xiahe Village was broken again, and the village's water war seemed more urgent.
"You are stupid. You have already gone to elementary school, why are you still herding cattle?" Chen kept scolding Zhu Ping'an at the door.
The eldest aunt and the fourth aunt laughed in the yard, thinking it was a joke that Zhu Ping'an was talking about herding cattle and studying at the same time during breakfast. What's the point of studying for a silly boy who doesn't know how to enjoy life? He will definitely not learn well if he is so stupid.
Zhu Ping'an was leading the old ox and listening to Chen's scolding, he couldn't help but smile foolishly.
Seeing that silly look, the eldest aunt and the fourth aunt laughed even more happily, but they felt uncomfortable holding back because of the presence of grandfather.
Seeing that Zhu Ping'an just smiled foolishly, Chen was so angry that she tapped Zhu Ping'an on the forehead with her finger.
Zhu Pingan rubbed his forehead and said aggrievedly, "Mom, it hurts. I can ride the old yellow ox to school, and then tie it to a tree and don't worry about it."
The old ox is a very good means of transportation, equivalent to the modern private car pick-up, and you can also get your grandfather's praise, so why not do it
Chen was both angry and amused when she heard this, so she tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead with her finger and said unhappily, "You are just lazy!"
Zhu Ping'an touched his forehead and laughed foolishly, then rode on the old ox and walked towards the school with Zhu Pingjun.
"Brother Jun, do you want to come up and sit for a while?" Zhu Ping'an asked Zhu Pingjun while riding on the old ox's back.
Zhu Pingjun shook his head like a rattle and said repeatedly, "No, my mother said I am a scholar and cannot herd cattle in the fields."
Zhu Ping'an was speechless. What's wrong with being a scholar? Can't scholars go to the fields to herd cattle? Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was born a cowherd. Moreover, wise monarchs in all dynasties set an example by taking time to tinker with a piece of land for show, calling it encouraging science and agriculture. How come farming is a lowly job in the mouth of my aunt? If it weren't for my father and my third uncle who were farming, how could my uncle study? He would have starved to death many times.
The shepherd boy rides on a yellow cow, the joy here is not something that can be told to outsiders.
When they reached the foot of the hill, Zhu Ping'an got off the old ox's back and asked Zhu Pingjun to go to school first, while he found a place with lush grass to tie up the old ox.
When Zhu Ping'an was tying up the old ox, the black-bellied little loli came running over again on her little red horse, followed by the little maid with a bun head, Hua'er. Just like last time, she was still holding the hem of her skirt and panting, shouting to "Miss, go slower."
"Zhu Ping'an, you are just a primary school student, so why are you still a cowherd?" The dark little girl controlled the little red horse to run to Zhu Ping'an and asked curiously.
"Herding cattle doesn't affect my education." Zhu Ping'an tied up the old ox, stood up and answered calmly.
Hearing this, the black-bellied little Lolita chuckled, "Isn't he still a cowherd?"
"What's wrong with the cowherd boy?" Zhu Ping'an asked back.
"A cowherd is a loser. My father said that cowherds and farmers are all dirt-legged and will be poor their whole lives." The black-bellied little girl said with disdain, "All the cowherds for my family are poor."
What an ignorant gold digger.
Zhu Ping'an didn't want to pay any attention to this materialistic little loli at this moment. He just glanced at her, turned around, carried his schoolbag, and walked towards the hillside school with his black wooden board.
Seeing Zhu Ping'an ignoring her, the scheming little loli Li Shu couldn't help but pout and mutter, "You are just a cowherd and you want to bring honor to your family."
"What's wrong with being a cowherd? Why can't a cowherd bring honor to the family..."
Zhu Ping'an turned around and wanted to teach this outspoken and materialistic little loli a lesson, but he didn't expect that just when he mentioned the topic of bringing honor to the family, he found that the phenomenon that had appeared twice before appeared again, luck, he actually saw luck again.
And the scene he saw this time made him stunned. The corners of his mouth twitched for a long time before he finally uttered the word "no".
Damn, this is not scientific.
In Zhu Ping'an's sight, the black-bellied, outspoken, money-worshiping little Lolita had a purple aura rising from her head...
Purple air comes from the east, precious beyond words, it must be an illusion, could this black-bellied little Lolita be able to be made a marquis or a prime minister? Impossible, could she be the concubine of a prince in the future? Or will she marry into a prince's family? But no matter what, this black-bellied little Lolita must be a person with great luck. But this is too unscientific, a black-bellied, materialistic and even vicious little Lolita can be a person with great luck, this is too unscientific.
There is a pillar of white luck above the head of the chubby little maid Huaer, which forms a sharp contrast with the black-bellied little loli with purple energy rising from her head.
Although the luck only lasted for a few seconds, Zhu Pingan stared at the evil little Lolita in amazement for a long time...
"Hey, Zhu Ping'an, why are you always looking at me? Humph, I am good-looking, but don't be so greedy. I want to marry the number one scholar and be his wife." The black-hearted little loli saw Zhu Ping'an staring at her. Her big eyes were full of disgust. She mocked Zhu Ping'an in a narcissistic, arrogant and sarcastic way.
Uh, you are still that materialistic, arrogant, scheming, and sharp-tongued little loli. By the way, you think too much. I wouldn't want you even if you were given to me. Besides, you are only five years old, you are too precocious. You talk about marrying the top scholar all day long, and you don't even blush!
It's too unscientific. Zhu Pingan shook his head and ignored this money-worshipping, black-bellied lolita, and turned to walk towards the school. Behind him was the roar of the black-bellied little lolita in a rage, and the voice of the bun-shaped little maid, "I'm sorry, young lady, I'm sorry, young lady."
He took his anger out on the servants and discovered another flaw of the black-bellied little Lolita. It was too unscientific. How could such a flawed little Lolita be so aura-filled
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