I rewrote family history

Chapter 6 Soy Persimmons

The young master is gone.

Xu Er stunned felt that the barrier was a little thicker.

Obviously he wants to be friends with the young master...

The fox fairy jumped out of his arms. It grinned and circled around him a few times, looking carefully at the tenant's son.

Thick black face, fine calluses in hands.

A pair of black eyes, like fish swimming in the stream.But his eyes dodged fiercely.If there is any disturbance, it will immediately hide in the grass and hide under the stones.

People who have experienced a lot of weather will always subconsciously look for big rocks to rely on when they are outside.

……

"Grandpa, it's easy." Wu Hao ate French fries, took a bite of the hamburger, and the corner of his mouth was covered with salad dressing. He opened the curtains of the ward to let the light in. Don't bully young people to be poor. There are still 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi. If there is a will, things will come true. Three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu..."

Bookworms who read online articles read a lot of knowledge, but most of them are not systematic.

"Besides, at that time, when you got married, you didn't pay attention to the right family. It's the same when you make friends. No matter how much wealth you have, at least you can be a good teacher and helpful friend along the way."

he said again.

"Hao'er knows a lot." Xu Cong looked at his great-grandson, and sure enough, he could always find the right answer with the great-grandson who knows everything. You're right, that's..."

He remembered the young master's words, "The master said: 'The way is not good, take a boat and float in the sea, whoever follows me, what is the reason?'"

Wu Hao: "..."

He instantly felt that the hamburger and French fries in his hands were no longer tasty.

This sentence sounds a bit unclear.

"Wait, grandpa, say it again!"

Wu Hao took out his universal mobile phone again, and turned on Xunfei Smart Voice Typing.

Xu Cong repeated it.

It's just that the voice typing system didn't recognize the second half of the sentence, but the first half of the sentence was already placed in the search bar.Wu Hao deleted the second half of the sentence.Soon, under the search bar, the complete sentence of this sentence appeared.

"The Master said: "The way is not right, take a boat and float in the sea, what is the reason for following me?" Zilu was delighted when he heard it, and the Master said: "You can also be braver than me, and there is nothing to draw. ""

"Grandpa, how can you still know the Analects?"

Wu Hao couldn't help asking.

He felt a deep sense of frustration.

This old saying directly sums up what he said "be a good teacher and helpful friend on the same road"....

He has also learned the Analects of Confucius, but it is limited to a few words that can be heard.For example, learn the new by reviewing the old, and the three of them do these words.The words after the Analects, especially the words Xu Cong said, are too unfamiliar.

Can speak English and the Analects of Confucius...

Also ate chocolate.

"Grandpa, before you ran away from the famine, did you also used to be a child of a rich family and went to a private school, otherwise, how would you know so much?"

Wu Hao asked curiously.

In the old society, it was impossible for tenants to acquire knowledge.

This, he who has never seen the old society, is very sure.It's as sure as being sure that the apple fell on Newton's head, so the gravitational force was produced.

"No, I'm just the son of a tenant farmer and a long-term laborer."

"I have been following my father since I was three years old, cutting pig grass, feeding sheep, feeding horses, and working in the fields. My deepest memory is carrying baskets of persimmons to the county town to sell them. "

"persimmon?"

"There are Huojing persimmons, the small ones, which are sweet after being softened. There are also big persimmons, which are a head bigger than the small persimmons, and they need to be boiled... It's us and my father who sell persimmons to people in the city. In addition to farming and hunting, it is another skill for making a living.”

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Xinye County, Xujiapuzi.

Xu's house, the side room of the stables.

Xu Sanwa pushed open the bamboo lids of several vats.

Inside the urn, there is a layer of straw first, and under the straw is a layer of persimmons and pears.

Persimmons are generally ripe around September and October.

In the pottery urn are green persimmons that Xu Sanwa and Xu Erlangzi picked from the persimmon tree in advance this year.After the green persimmons are picked, they are bitter and astringent.It's not delicious at all. Soak it in cool white water first. When the weather turns cold, it won't go bad all winter.Afterwards, the persimmons are boiled with straw and pears.

Picked in Meili Mountain, no one wants it, it's unpalatable.

The cooked persimmons are sweet and crisp.

In winter, such persimmons are in short supply.

"You can learn to read, which shows that you are a kind of reader." Xu Sanwa's dark face was shining with joy, and after the joy, it was sad.

He took out the pipe and pot hanging from his waist.

Blow out the soot with a puff.

Then he tapped heavily on the soles of the rag shoes he was walking on, deftly.

He slowly twisted the shredded dry tobacco in the pipe, and put it into the brass smoke pot. After filling it several times, it was full.When he was about to blow on the fire paper, he hesitated for a while, and poured the shredded tobacco in the tobacco pot back into the cigarette pouch, leaving only a shallow layer of bottom.

The thick and sweaty smell of smoke smoked Xu Cong's nostrils.

"Reading, you have to read..."

He repeated a few words and sucked on the cigarette holder after another.

Smoke blows from his nostrils.

"Tomorrow, the county seat!"

"Let's sell persimmons to make up your Shuxiu. Master Hu also agreed to this matter."

He showed an unquestionable expression, and his stooped body was much stronger at this moment.Like a heroic male tiger watching the lazy cub lying in the hole.

"Father, what about next year's rations?"

Xu Er was dumbfounded and refused to go.

He is very strange to the school, and he looks forward to the life in the school.However, due to his poor family background, he knew at a young age that he couldn't expect too much.If there are too many, the family will collapse.

He doesn't want to ruin his family.

"There is your father!"

"Your old man is still alive, you can't die!"

Xu Sanwa was surprisingly violent, his tone was loud, but his demeanor was calm and calm. He slapped the pipe and pot on the kang, and the straw mat folded up, splashing yellow ash.

In the late Qing Dynasty, taxes were severe.

The remaining money from selling persimmons has to be paid in taxes.

All kinds of exorbitant taxes....

People's homes can't squeeze out oil and water.

The gray-white fox crouched in a corner of the kang, watching all this silently.

In the new century, nine-year compulsory education and learning knowledge will never be so harsh.But now in the late Qing Dynasty, if a tenant's son wants to pay Shuxiu, he has to squeeze the last drop of blood from his elders.

Xu Er was no longer stubborn.

Because he knew that no matter how stubborn he was, he couldn't be more stubborn than his Lao Tzu.His old man is a vigorous and decisive person, and he can't refute what he decides.Just like when he was five years old, crying and making noises, he refused to herd the sheep, and wanted to play mud and mud with his playmates.

The whip was whipped.Whip after whip.

He can read, knows how to read, and has the hope of getting ahead.With this hope, even if his father died, he died under the Nine Springs, died in the Infernal Hell, and died on the road of being a Mackerel.

He also knows that I... have no regrets!
"Ah."

The cold wind in winter was howling, and Xu Er, who was huddled in the quilt, showed his head. His long black braids were hanging beside the kang hole, wiping the pot ashes. He opened his mouth with a soft but firm tone.

(End of this chapter)