Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 69 Morning Exercise

  In the early morning, the cold wind is fierce, and the snow has not yet melted. The people in Xiahe Village are all curled up in warm quilts, or sleep late, or play some interesting games between husband and wife. In short, the whole village is silent.

The door of a room in Zhu Ping'an's house was gently pushed open, and Zhu Ping'an, who was wearing thick clothes and wearing a nondescript rabbit fur hat, came out of the room, with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders, and a black wooden board that had been with him for several years in his hand. .

  It was still early at this time, and there was only a slight gleam of light in the east, and there was silence everywhere, only the sound of the howling cold wind, but under the reflection of the snow, the visibility in the yard was quite high.

Zhu Pingan moved his body a little, then habitually walked to a boulder specially moved in the yard, put the black wooden board on the boulder, poured some hot water into the groove of the boulder, and took out a simple writing brush , Hanging the wrist to practice calligraphy. This has been a habit that Zhu Pingan has insisted on for several years. The ancient imperial examinations had quite high requirements for fonts, and there is no way to cheat in calligraphy. If you practice more, you can write well, and if you practice less, you will not be as good as others, so Zhu Pingan has always insisted. Get up in the morning to practice calligraphy, practice Sanjiu in winter, and practice Sanfu in summer, without interruption.

  In fact, after a few years, the present is not what it used to be, and Zhu Ping'an's family can be regarded as one of the wealthy families in Xiahe Village. However, Zhu Pingan still maintains the habit of hard work and plain living.

Zhu Ping'an has only two writing brushes so far, one is a gift from Mr. Sun, the teacher who learned from the old school, and this writing brush is used when copying books and family writing; Handmade writing brush, this writing brush is used when practicing calligraphy in the early morning. Over the years, the writing brush used for calligraphy practice has changed the nib several times. Every time, Father Zhu made it with cow hair, but the pen holder is still the same , were all polished by Zhu Ping'an.

   "Why do you get up so early again, 彘er, it's so cold, go to bed soon."

  Practicing calligraphy with wrist hanging in Zhu Ping’an for about half an hour, mother Chen also got up, opened the door, and saw the little son writing and drawing on the black wooden board outside without any accident.

  It was cold and windy outside, and as soon as Chen opened the door, he felt the icy cold. Seeing his youngest son practicing handwriting with bare hands, he couldn't help but distressedly persuaded his youngest son to go back to the room to warm up and sleep for a while.

   "No need, mother, I am very angry." Zhu Pingan ticked off the last stroke of the word he was writing, stopped and smiled back to his mother.

   "Fart, what are you doing wearing a fur hat when you're so angry?" Chen rolled her eyes and blamed.

   hehehe

  Zhu Ping'an smiled foolishly and didn't speak.

   Mrs. Chen had no choice but to stew an old hen for breakfast to nourish his younger son's body. He was chubby and cute when he was a child, but now he has grown taller, but he has lost weight. No, eat more delicious food and gain weight.

  After mother Chen got up, father Zhu and elder brother Zhu Pingchuan also got up.

"Father, it's snowing outside and it's hard to walk. Let me drive today." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan discussed with Zhu's father, and the current Zhu Pingchuan is almost printed in the same mold as Zhu's father. Honest and honest.

   "Today's big gathering, I'm afraid my eldest brother is going to help my future sister-in-law carry something?" Zhu Pingan put down his brush and made fun of his elder brother.

   "Hehehe" the eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan rubbed the back of his head and smirked.

   "Why are you smirking, it's over if you tell the truth." Father Zhu kicked Zhu Pingchuan from behind and cursed with a smile.

  Mother Chen looked at this scene, paused while washing the rice, and said with jealousy, "I have raised you for more than ten years for nothing, and I forgot my mother before my daughter-in-law got married."

  Big brother Zhu Ping'an rubbed the back of his head and smiled innocently, "How can it be, mother, I will marry a wife and honor you together."

  Chen's complexion improved a lot after hearing the words, but his mouth was unforgiving, "It's nice to say now, maybe you will marry a daughter-in-law."

  Big brother repeatedly promises.

  Looking at this scene, Zhu Pingan suddenly had a bad idea. He stopped the writing brush for calligraphy practice, and with a smirk on his mouth, he looked at his elder brother and suddenly asked:

   "Then if the mother and sister-in-law fall into the water at the same time, who will the elder brother save first?"

  The question of daughter-in-law and mother falling into the water is a question that has been asked too much in modern times. Modern people who have been asked a lot can always give various clever answers.

   But in this era, this problem is the first time.

  Hearing this question from Zhu Pingchuan, mother Chen's eyes lit up, she was very interested, and she didn't want to wash the rice, just waiting to see how Zhu Pingchuan would answer.

  Father Zhu also looked at Zhu Pingchuan amusedly.

   "Ahem, cough, second brother" Zhu Pingchuan blushed as soon as he heard this question, and coughed, looking innocently at Zhu Pingan.

  This, how should I answer this.

  Zhu Pingchuan seemed to have ten thousand ants in his heart, his face was black and red, and he scratched his head involuntarily.

   If you say save your mother first, but if Juan hears about it, then it will be bad.

  But if you say save Juan first, look at the Chen family who doesn't even wash the rice, Zhu Pingchuan knows that if he said that, his mother would be angry, but it would be bad to be sad.

so hard.

  Zhu Pingchuan faltered, unable to say a word for a long time.

  Zhu Pingan laughed foolishly seeing his elder brother looking anxious.

Mother Chen looked at the eldest son who was in a dilemma, and felt both happy and sad in her heart. This silly boy is too honest, so he is always teased by the second child. Unlike the second child, who looks simple on the surface, but is really weird very.

  Looking at the embarrassing elder son, and then at the overjoyed younger son watching from the other side, Chen suddenly threw this question to Zhu Pingan.

   "Hey, what about you? Who do you save first?" Chen asked suddenly.

   "Huh?" Zhu Pingan froze for a moment.

   Now it's time for Zhu Pingchuan to see the joke, and Jue's second brother also has to taste his embarrassment.

   "I, I'm still early." Zhu Pingan replied.

  Mr. Chen was not satisfied with this answer, and asked, "No matter how early you are, you will always marry a wife. Who should you save first?"

  Zhu Pingan replied with a smile without thinking, "I'm still early, so I have time to pick a wife who can swim, and when the time comes, I will save my mother first without even thinking about it."

   "You cunning!" Chen cursed with a smile.

  Throughout the morning, the Zhu family was filled with laughter and laughter.

Because it still takes some time to make breakfast, Zhu Pingan practiced calligraphy for a while, then packed up the brushes and boards and put them back in his room. He took "The Doctrine of the Mean" with Zhu Xi's annotations that he borrowed from Mr. Li's house yesterday, and went to read outside the yard. .

  The yard of Zhu Ping'an's house is close to the river and the edge of the village, so Zhu Ping'an can easily find a quiet corner to read without being disturbed by others.

In the ancient imperial examinations, there was no opportunistic way for the children of the poor. There are times when reading is high and stand out. Speaking of the foundation, my foundation is not just the past few years of Mengxue.

  This boy's trial may surprise everyone.

  Zhu Pingan looked at "The Doctrine of the Mean" in his hand, with a naive smile on the corner of his mouth, but an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes.

  (end of this chapter)