I rewrote family history

Chapter 9 Mr.
A serving of mutton stewed noodles costs seven cents.

In the next few days, when Xu Saner and Xu Erlianzi came to Xinye County.After selling four baskets of persimmons, Xu Saner would take Xu Erlian to eat a bowl of mutton stewed noodles.Xu Er also kept his old style, leaving a bowl of noodles at the bottom.

Su Xiu is enough.

"Put on this dress and follow me to the county town. Daddy will fix it for you and you go to school." In the side room of the stable, Xu San'er held a folded gown with both hands, and the clothes were ironed with a copper iron.It is very flat and tidy, just like the snow outside.

"You put it on first. You are much taller than the young master."

"Broader shoulders, too."

"I'll change it for you."

Putting the gown on the kang, Xu San'er took out a jujube wood box, which contained iron needles, cotton thread, scissors and other things for mending clothes.

When the mother dies, the father will be both a father and a mother.

"Hmm." Xu Er's face turned slightly red, but most of his clothes were leftovers from picking up the young master, and he didn't even have the courage to refuse in his heart.To make new clothes out of cloth, he never expected so much.

I will pay back in the future.He muttered silently.

He changed into a navy blue gown.

Somewhat flat.

Xu San'er stretched out his palm, and measured and gestured with his thumb and ring finger on Xu Erlian's body. He felt that it was almost done, so he asked Xu Erlian to take off his long gown.He sat on the edge of the kang by himself, with one leg curled up and the other on the ground.

The end of the cotton thread was pressed against his lips, and he scratched the back of his head with an iron needle.

The iron needle was soaked in hair oil, and the size of the long gown was modified smoothly with each stitch.

……

"That gown is very suitable." With the help of the fox fairy, Xu Cong felt that his body was much healthier. He asked Wu Hao to help him out of bed, and sat at the window of the ward, watching the busy traffic downstairs. He said Dao: "On the first day I entered school, the first class was Chinese. I still remember that the Chinese teacher dressed very trendy. Everyone envied him."

"Trendy?" Wu Hao was surprised when he heard this term.

"Yes, it's very trendy. He also wears a gown with a scarf, and a part of it hangs down on his chest." Xu Cong made a gesture, and then said: "He wears an oriental crew cut and cut off the braid. Later, I heard from my classmates He said that he cut off his braids when he was studying abroad in Japan."

"The braid was cut off, won't the government blame it?"

Wu Hao has read historical web articles, and knows that in the Qing Dynasty, shaving off the braid was a capital offense.

"Cutting off the braids is a felony of decapitation." Xu Cong sighed, "But Mr. is different, he is an overseas student returning from the East, and all the overseas students have cut off the braids. The imperial court knew it, but there was nothing they could do. We are different, we Gotta keep the braids."

While speaking, the door of Ward 315 creaked and pushed open.

The aging Xu Rong came in, carrying a basket of fruit, "Don't listen to your grandfather's nonsense, he is just an ordinary tenant's son who only knows how to weave willow baskets, where did he go to school?"

The peel of the orange was cracked, and the petals were taken out. Xu Rong handed it to the old man's mouth, "As a daughter, I don't know about your great-grandfather."

"I believe in great-grandpa."

Wu Hao shook his head.

He firmly believed that everything his great-grandfather said was true.

"These are the four lines of English poems that my great-grandfather read out, Grandma, look!" Wu Hao took out his phone and dug out the four lines of poems he put in the memo.This poem is very good, he may come across it by chance, read it quickly, and forget it, but with the recitation by his great-grandfather, these four English poems become different.

endowed with a special memory.

Xu Rong froze for a moment.

She didn't recognize the English poem.Although she has been to school since she was a child, she only went to elementary school.The level of education in those years was not as good as it is today.Although English education is mentioned, it is very backward.What's more, after so many years, even if she knew a little English, how could she recognize the poem in front of her now.

Xiaohao will not lie to her.

Xu Rong knew this.

Looking at the old father in front of her, Xu Rong felt strange.

She asked herself if she knew the old man in front of her.

The sun rises and the sun sets.Go home with a tired body, and sleep on the bed.The only memory left is the fragment of him reprimanding her as a strict father.

She never asked about the old man's life, the first half of his life.

Perhaps, in the first half of a person's life, only lying on the hospital bed, lying on the rattan chair, looking at the childish grandson, would he mention a few words and babble memories.

With the sweet and sour orange slices in the mouth, Xu Cong has an extra audience.

his daughter.

……

Hongwen Hall, the former county school.There are elementary school and middle school.Primary schools are divided into ordinary primary schools and advanced primary schools, with the former three years and the latter four years.Middle school is five years.

Xu Er Lengzi knew how to read, so he skipped the class and went directly to the elementary school of Hongwen Hall instead of entering the Mengyangyuan in the county seat.Primary schools are not divided into various classes like middle schools.Only one place.

Xu Er, who was wearing a long gown, deliberately imitated the young master's walking posture, neither slow nor fast.It's just that he is used to roughness after all, and his steps are a bit like learning to walk.

Although no one laughed at him, his cheeks were burning with pain.

The gray-white fox didn't get into Xu Er's arms this time, it was too full.It walks into the campus that has never been in the depths of memory, looking at... the guesses about this place when I stopped to work as a peddler across the street as a child.

As soon as the screen wall passed, the half-acre square pond of Hongwen Hall was revealed, clear to the bottom, and several red carps in the pond were fat and swimming back and forth.

Walking through the Chaoshou corridor, you can see the main hall plaque with "Hongwentang" hanging on it.

There are two couplets on the left and right of the main hall, both facing south.

There are many cornices and bucket arches.

The lecture hall of the primary school is in the west building.

Xu Er stunned into the lecture hall and sat in the last row.Yesterday he and Xu Sanwa entered the side room of the main hall and paid Shu Xiu.

There was a little noise in the lecture hall, but it was mostly quiet.

One by one, the students read their books silently.

The students in the hall are big and small, the young ones are six or seven years old, and the older ones are one or two years younger than him.Xu Er foolishly reckoned that he should be the oldest person.

Wait a minute, Mr. walked in.

The gentleman with a flat head in Dongyang raised his eyes and looked at the back row, as if he was surprised how a half-year-old boy could walk here. At this age, he should be in high school or middle one.It's just that he took a closer look, saw the rough skin of the young man, and suddenly understood something.

"Today's class beast."

The master picked up the book and read: "There are two kinds of beasts. Those that live in the mountains are called wild beasts; those that are raised by humans are called domestic animals. Domestic animals are tame and can be used for labor and food. Wild animals are ferocious and can harm people. However, hunters catch it, eat its meat, or take its skin, hair, bones, and horns, and use it as a utensil.

The meaning of class beast is that we will talk about beasts today.

Xu Cong opened the Chinese textbook and searched for every word in it.He knew some characters, and some characters were unfamiliar, and the square characters were densely piled up, making people dizzy.

(End of this chapter)