Chapter 59: Robbing People
It was dark.
The kitchen is an important battlefield for a woman in charge.
Bangs and bangs could be heard from the kitchen from time to time.
Jiang Xiaoyu rushed down the mountain to borrow some seasonings, and then rushed to the wall to pull up some wild onions. She was busy.
Torches were lit in the yard, and a kind of grass powder was also lit.
There was a faint herbal fragrance around, which could repel mosquitoes.
Mosquitoes at night are very poisonous.
The two fair and tender young men would be bitten all over.
Jiang Mianmian accompanied the young men to wait for dinner.
The magical thing is that she is now in the arms of the square-faced young man.
This square-faced young man is quite experienced in holding babies. He supports her with a comfortable curve of the back, unlike the other young man who is stiff.
Meng Shaoxia had rich experience in holding babies at his maternal grandparents' house.
Because there are many children in his uncle's and aunt's families, they would let him take care of them, hoping that he would be blessed in the future and change the fate of the family's only inheritance.
Feeling comfortable, Jiang Mianmian's movements became much richer. Sometimes he waved his fists, sometimes he kicked his legs, and sometimes he turned his head to look for his little ants.
Sometimes he watched his elder brother sweep the floor.
Because Master He insisted on teaching him how to write.
After seeing the extremely simple bedroom, He Chen really felt a sense of sympathy for Jiang Feng.
He felt sorry for him, a child from a poor family, who could actually read and write.
Brother Jiang said that his father worked in the pharmacy and knew some pharmacology. He thought his father was a doctor.
Jiang Feng was very strong in martial arts. He could knock down Brother Meng's sword with a firewood stick. He couldn't teach him.
But he could read.
But the Jiang family didn't have extra paper and pen.
Jiang Feng had to take out a stick from the firewood pile and use it instead of paper and pen to write.
Jiang Feng swept the ground clean and smoothed it.
He cleared a square space and held the firewood stick in his hand.
Meng Shaoxia was watching with the baby in his arms. This young man held the child of this family and integrated into the family very easily. It was very suitable.
He felt that Brother Jiang looked a little familiar at this moment.
Brother Jiang looked like this when he was competing with him in swordsmanship just now.
He was no longer careless, his eyes had changed, and he was very serious and focused.
Jiang Feng said a little embarrassedly: "I haven't written for a long time, so my writing is not good."
He Chen encouraged loudly: "It doesn't matter, I learned calligraphy when I was three years old, and I practiced for an hour every day regardless of the season. You don't need to compete with me, just write what you want to write."
He said it proudly, because the He family in Qingzhou was originally the top of the world's literati.
He has already won two first prizes in the imperial examination. This time, he traveled to prepare to win the first place in the imperial examination next time, and strive to get another third place for the He family.
The first place that others think is unacceptable is just a word of encouragement between uncle and nephew in the He family.
His uncle was the first in the imperial examination that year.
Jiang Feng looked around the house.
Finally, his eyes fell on the two horses.
The horses were beautiful, not fat, but felt very powerful.
The horse was out of place in his family.
So he used a stick to write on the mud:
"This horse is not an ordinary horse, the star Fang is a star."
He Chen admired with a smile and nodded slightly. Not bad, although it is simple and straightforward, it is already a good poem.
Watching Brother Jiang continue to write:
"Knock on the thin bones forward, it still has the sound of copper." (Note 1)
He Chen paused in nodding.
He opened his mouth a few times and closed it again.
He Chen wanted to give Jiang Feng some advice. He looked at the words and the poem and was stunned for a long time.
The handwriting was a little rusty, and it really looked like it was not practiced often.
But the power of each word penetrated the mud and hit his face.
Brother Jiang is writing about horses.
It should be.
But this poem is like the conversation of the elders in his family.
Every sentence is about horses, but every sentence is not about horses.
He Chen closed his mouth, his handsome face was a little heavy.
He looked around, this broken house, mud floor, earthen walls, dogs barking and insects chirping.
"Knock on the skinny bones, and they still make copper sounds!"
He Chen seemed to see the clanging of copper bones from the young man's old linen robe that was not long enough.
He saw countless people hitting the copper bones with sticks, and the copper sounds echoed, shocking people's souls.
He looked up at the sky.
The sky was full of stars.
He used to be proud, thinking that there were only eight fights in the world, and he had one fight to himself.
But in this poor little house, this young man, without a pen or paper, the poem he made made his face hurt.
At this moment, he thought that he had traveled around the world and met the people he wanted to see, and this was the biggest gain of this trip.
He didn't comment on anything, but said, "Brother Jiang, I'm going back tomorrow. Are you willing to go back to Qingzhou with me?"
Meng Shaoxia was anxious. Brother He actually robbed people. Isn't it enough that he stuffed so many poor women along the way! !
"Brother Jiang, come with me to the capital. You are good at martial arts. It's suitable for you to go to my house."
"Go to Qingzhou. You have literary talent. Don't waste it."
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(Note 1: This poem was written by Li He of the Tang Dynasty:
"Twenty-three Horse Poems No. 4"
This horse is not an ordinary horse, Fangxing is its own star.
Knocking on the thin bones forward still makes a copper sound.)
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