Chapter 127 Have I made great progress in my studies?
Sang Zhixia saw through his embarrassment at a glance. Before he could say anything, Xu Mingyang, who was being carried away, slapped his legs and shouted anxiously, "Brother! Do you know how to do this?!"
"Why don't you come up here? I've been learning from my sister-in-law for a long time and I'm just waiting to show off my skills!"
The young hero was full of ambition to till the fields and plant rice seedlings, but unfortunately when he tried to jump into the water, he was given a stern look by Sang Zhixia.
Sang Zhixia looked at the rice seedlings that were trampled to pieces by him and gritted her teeth silently, "Yanran, hold him down."
"Mingxu, drag your third brother to play in the mud with Jinxi!"
Xu Mingyang cried out in regret, turned around reluctantly and squatted on the ground, grabbing the mud and immediately forgetting his ambition that was forced to be extinguished, and played with great enthusiasm.
The adults soaking in the water all smiled when they saw this, and a subtle hint flashed across Xu Minghui's eyes.
I've been away from home for three months, and the scene at home seems very different. The most likely reason for all these changes is...
He glanced at Sang Zhixia calmly. Sang Zhixia pretended not to notice anything and lowered her head to divide the seedlings. The smooth movements of her hands slowed down a bit intentionally or unintentionally, which was enough for Xu Minghui, who was doing it for the first time, to see it clearly.
Seeing this, Xu Minghui smiled without saying anything and started to imitate the movements a little awkwardly.
The ripples in the paddy field continued unabated. The seedlings that were floating on the water in a mess yesterday were straightened up again by humans, and they were neatly spread out with lush green, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
Uncle Xu helped the old man out of the water. Looking at the seedlings that Sang Zhixia had picked out and thrown on the ridge of the field, he couldn't hide his heartache: "Such good seedlings were ruined by that killer from the Wang family. If it weren't for him..."
"What are you talking about?"
The old man rubbed his aching waist and said solemnly: "The matter has passed. Don't mention it again in the future."
Uncle Xu shook his head and sighed unwillingly. Xu Minghui, who was wiping his hands, paused slightly and went to help Aunt Xu, who was also gnashing her teeth and breathing heavily.
"Mom, we're almost done here, let's go up first."
Aunt Xu sat down on the ridge without caring about her appearance, and did not forget to say to Sang Zhixia who was walking in front: "Xia Xia, take a rest."
"You're the busiest person today. If you don't take a break, you'll be exhausted."
Sang Zhixia responded without raising his head, took a quick glance to make sure there was no area that needed rework, and then climbed up the ridge with a loud noise.
Xu Wenxiu quickly handed her a towel to wipe the water: "Hurry up and dry yourself. Don't catch a cold."
Sang Zhixia took the handkerchief in one hand and the water that Xu Yanran handed to her in the other, exhaled and said, "Grandfather, you can go back and rest for a while. We'll go get the shed downstairs."
"How can that be possible?"
The old man said without hesitation: "It's something that can't be delayed. One more person will also be a help."
The old lady can't be relied upon at all, and her coming will only cause more trouble.
Even though he was a little slower, he was still better than Xu Mingyang and others who could only destroy the seedlings.
Uncle Xu thought about it and couldn't help but sigh: "If it weren't for that incident, there would be no need to rush like this."
"But what my niece-in-law said is, Dad, why do you have to stay here with us?"
"Why not just send these kids back home? It would be good for you to keep an eye on their studies at home."
He said this with an inexplicably complicated feeling. He glanced at Xu Mingyang, who was immersed in the mud fight, and said, "It's not that I'm a nosy Third Uncle, but I'm afraid I have to keep an eye on Mingyang's schoolwork."
When Xu Mingyang was rushing to get down to the ground just now, probably to show his determination, he used three idioms to describe himself in a row: a crane standing out among chickens, a cornered dog jumps over the wall, and the donkey in Guizhou is at the end of its tricks.
He spoke with great vigor and determination, but to the others his words were heartbreaking.
The Xu family has been a family for centuries. Although they have produced many military generals, they have never produced commoners. Xu Mingyang will be nine years old next year. No matter how you think about this child's future, you are worried...
The old man's refusal was inexplicably stuck, and his look towards his grandson was very complicated.
Of course I taught it.
The ministers of the two dynasties taught very attentively.
But this child just doesn't get it!
He was quite proud of himself, and he immediately took credit for it: "Uncle San, have I made great progress in my studies?"
“I can study hard now!”
Uncle Xu closed his eyes with a speechless look, and even the old man showed an expression that he couldn't bear to watch.
Sang Zhixia couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Grandfather, your students are all over the world, but you only grow bitter melons at home."
Second Aunt Xu had been feeling embarrassed for Xu Mingyang, but upon hearing this, she suddenly laughed bitterly, "Mingyang's talent is rare. He's far behind his elder and second brothers. He only excels in his honesty and sincerity."
Being strong, durable and resilient is a good thing when you think about it.
Faced with his grandson's precarious schoolwork, the old man could no longer afford to delay any further, so he stood up and was about to chase the children home.
Before leaving, he reminded the sullen Sang Zhixia, "You've been really hard-working these past few days, but don't neglect your studies. Come find me after dinner to learn from you."
Sang Zhixia coughed to suppress her laughter, and with mud all over her body, she bowed her head respectfully and said yes.
The old man sighed and walked away with the little ones. Xu Minghui rubbed the mud on his fingertips and asked curiously, "Is my sister-in-law also studying with grandfather recently?"
Sang Zhixia waved her hand nonchalantly, "I'm not taking the imperial examination, so what can I study? I'm just here to listen to Grandpa's teachings."
"Uncle San, you guys take a break for a while. I'll go take a look in the shed downstairs."
After she finished speaking, she took her things and left. Xu Minghui pursed his lips calmly, walked over to Uncle Xu, who was sighing continuously, and said, "Uncle, what Wang family were you talking about just now? Did something happen at home?"
Uncle Xu was a little annoyed when he thought about what the old man said. He said vaguely, "Well, it's all in the past. Why are you still asking this?"
Xu Minghui smiled and said, "I'm just curious since I haven't been home for a long time. Uncle, can you tell me in detail?"
Uncle Xu glanced at Xu Wenxiu and the others who were cleaning up at the other end. He tried to hold it in for a long time but finally couldn't help but spoke in a low voice.
He said with regret: "You didn't see the scene yesterday. It's really hard to explain."
"But then again, it would be great if it was really Xu Yu who did it. We could teach that killer a lesson and stop him from always messing with our family. It's a pity that it wasn't..."
He rambled on about his regrets, as if he couldn't wait to teach Wang Dachui a lesson himself. Xu Minghui's eyes flickered as he listened, and he said with a smile, "Luckily, it wasn't Big Brother who did it. Otherwise, if it got out and the villagers knew about it, they'd definitely label us as vicious. It would be hard for us to get around in the village from now on."
Uncle Xu thought so too.
He said nothing more and stood up, preparing to go down to the shed. Xu Minghui lagged behind, a thoughtful expression on his face, and said casually, "From what Third Uncle said, that Wang guy often hangs out with ruffians, and is also a gambler?"
Uncle Xu's face was filled with gloom. Before he could reply, Aunt Xu interrupted him: "Why are you asking such questions?"
Second Aunt Xu said disgustedly, "He's just a drunkard who gambles and is a gambler. He's not worth talking to anyway. After this incident, we'll just have no more contact with him, so as to avoid getting tainted by his bad smell."
Xu Minghui said yes with a smile, his fingers hanging by his side rubbing silently.
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