Chapter 190 Thanks

"Da da da..." A group of children ran back to the Su residence, "Brother, brother!"

Xiao Tao and the others happily held up their pens, inkstones, and paper, and said, "Brother, please lend us your book to copy!"

Su Boyan, who was sitting with him, came out in a hurry. In addition to his younger brother and sister, there were also Asang, Amu and many other children from the village. They all looked at him eagerly, "Sir!"

"Everyone go to the school building!" Su Boyan saw that there were so many people and was worried that they would disturb the county magistrate.

When they arrived at the school, Su Boyan copied "The Analects of Confucius" on the blackboard, and the children followed suit. After binding them, they formed a book.

In those days, printed books were expensive and most of them were handwritten.

Children came one after another after hearing the news. The place was supposed to be closed for school on a day when it was soon filled with people and there was complete silence.

Many children have never used a brush properly, so the words they write are of different sizes or are smudged by ink, making the paper useless.

After Old Man Yang and the other village elders finished their work, they also went to Su's house to talk with the county magistrate.

Yang Dalang and a group of villagers followed him, and the child ran away with the valuables, hoping not to waste them.

When I arrived at the school building and saw the terrible handwriting of my child, I was so heartbroken that I cried out to God and grabbed the paper and pen to copy it myself.

No matter how dissolute he was back then, he still practiced calligraphy.

The brush is the most common and cheapest goat hair brush, the ink is the cheapest crude ink, the inkstone is also a simple stone inkstone, and even the paper is of very crude quality.

When they picked up the pen again, Yang Dalang and his friends seemed to have returned to their carefree childhood.

At first, my hand was unsteady when I wrote one or two words, but after writing a few more, I found the feeling I had before, and my handwriting was straight and neat.

At this moment, I am extremely grateful to the teacher for his strictness and harshness. The memories of the slaps on the palm of my hand are so beautiful.

"Hey, they use chalk and blackboards here too? Just like us!"

Hu Dalang, who was watching from the window, exclaimed in surprise that he had never expected that such a remote mountain village would also use the latest teaching methods.

"Where do you think the chalk and blackboard in your official school came from?" County Magistrate Hu laughed.

"Could it be that it spread from here?" Hu Dalang thought that the Su family came from Chang'an.

County Magistrate Hu smiled but said nothing, his eldest son was not stupid.

"This village school is probably the best in the county, right? How much is the tuition?" Hu Dalang was curious.

"These are all tuition fees!" Su Bucheng pointed to the Su residence and school buildings.

Hu Dalang's eyes widened. So expensive? Not only in the poor mountain village, but also in other towns, such a house is rare!

There is also a school building with windows on both sides, painted with lime inside and outside, bright and shiny. There is no better school than this in the county.

"Mr. Su Xiaolang and his colleagues did not charge for the renovations, and all of them were free of charge. The villagers felt bad about it, so they built the Su residence at the same time as they built the school!" Old man Yang explained in a low voice.

Hu Dalang understood that this was a way for the Su family and the villagers to repay each other's kindness, and he couldn't help but admire Su Boyan and others.

The children and their parents were all sitting together, and one classroom was too small for them to sit together, so another classroom was set aside. Su Zhongyan copied "The Analects of Confucius" in another classroom.

When they arrived at the school building, people unconsciously lowered their voices and walked lightly.

This is the respect that the ancients had for reading. Reading is above everything else.

Mrs. Du, Mrs. Wei, Su Ying and Su Lu cooked. Tonight, besides the county magistrate's family, there were also the village elders.

I just moved into the new house, but I haven’t invited the whole village to cook for me yet!

I'm really busy building the road, so I'll take this opportunity to do it all at once.

"Aying, what's the use of kneading this big basin of dough?" Su Laosan came in carrying a wooden basin.

There was a large bowl of soft dough that was half dry and half liquid. Several women did not have the strength to knead it.

"Fry the dough sticks! Uncle San, put the dough aside and let it wake up." Su Ying was busy with other things.

Put a little bit of oil in the iron pan, add fried peas, and slowly bake them over low heat, stirring constantly with a spatula.

The pea shells cracked, and the peas glowed with a yellow luster.

Su Ying scooped up a few grains, took out one, blew on it and put it in her mouth. It was fragrant and sweet, but it became crispy when it cooled.

"Try it and see how it tastes!" Su Ying handed it to Mrs. Hu, Old Lady Su and others present.

Mrs. Hu had nothing to do, so she came to watch Su Ying cooking.

This girl is so interesting, she is full of mystery.

"Well, it's really good! Look at what's in Aying's head to be able to think of this way to eat it!" Mrs. Hu was amazed by the fried peas.

"This child has been very clever since he was young! He is the smartest child in the family!" Old Mrs. Su praised him generously.

Just like in Chang'an, whenever Su Ying made her proud in front of outsiders, she would show the image of a sensible and loving grandmother.

Su Ying glanced at the old lady and felt amused. The old lady was so clear-headed! She had been an actress all her life!

"You are so lucky, old lady! You have such a smart granddaughter!" Mrs. Hu is very good at carrying a sedan chair.

Seeing that there were three brothers in the Su family, but only two sisters-in-law, Mrs. Hu thought of Xiao Qin's mother and daughter that day, and guessed that they were divorced by the second brother Su.

Just look at the harmony between the two sisters-in-law, Mrs. Du and Mrs. Wei, and then compare them with Xiao Qin's small family and Su He's evil intentions.

Mrs. Hu intuitively felt that people of the same family are alike. If she were in his shoes, she would also drive the mother and daughter out. No matter how bad the weather is, it will spoil the whole barrel.

Su Ying scooped up the fried peas, set them aside to cool, and poured half a pot of oil into the large iron pot.

"Aying, Aying!" Wei couldn't help but cry out and poured too much oil.

"It's okay, Aunt San, you need more oil to fry dough sticks." Su Ying smiled.

Grease the chopping board with oil, cut a piece of dough, roll it out, cut it into small pieces with a knife, pick up two pieces, pinch them together and put them into the hot oil pan.

This method was so novel that a group of women gathered around the stove to watch.

"Oh my god, so much oil!" The old lady looked at the half pot of oil and felt heartbroken. The whole family could eat it for several months, and it was gone in an instant.

With Mrs. Hu around, the old lady had to hold back, otherwise she would have to grab Su Ying's hand.

"Don't worry, grandma. It doesn't take much oil to fry the dough sticks! There will be some left over!" Su Ying said with a smile.

There are too many people in the village and things need to be done in a hurry. Frying dough sticks is simple, time-saving and sincere. Dough sticks are a new delicacy.

In the era of less oil and less salt, fried dough sticks came into being!

The fried dough sticks float up and turn golden in a short while. The air is filled with the aroma of oil. The fried dough sticks are placed in a colander to drain the oil.

New dough sticks were constantly put into the pot, and the cooked ones were picked out, and soon a large basket was filled with fried dough sticks.

"Try it!" Su Ying picked up one, broke off a piece and gave it to Mrs. Hu, and shared the rest with the family members.

Crispy and crispy, well, fried in tea oil, it’s just different, it’s just a little too luxurious!

As soon as it entered her mouth, it was crispy and melted in the crumbs. It was the first time Mrs. Hu had eaten fried food, and she was completely stunned.

I don’t know how to describe that feeling. I just felt a crackling sound in my head, like the sound of flowers blooming.

"What did Ah Ying make? It smells so good!" Su Lao San stuck his head out of the door, and Su Lao Er was not much better, and kept looking towards the kitchen.

"Second uncle, third uncle!" Su Ying shouted.

Su Lao Er and Su Lao San came in and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Six of these fried dough sticks will be given to each family, and one bowl of these fried peas will be given to each family. This is a thank you gift to the villagers for our family's move into a new house!"

Su Ying handed a basket full of fried dough sticks to Su Lao San, "There's more in the pot."

Su Lao Er and Su Lao San went out carrying fried dough sticks and fried peas, and the aroma attracted people from the school building next door.

They all stretched their necks to look around and suddenly felt very hungry.