Houmen's concubine

Chapter 6 Literacy
Wang Zhong didn't expect his daughter to be so smart!
Recognize words so fast!
Well, let her learn to write big characters tomorrow.

After all, Wang Tong'er is a college student in the new era, how can she be compared with the humble little maid of the original owner?

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When Wang Jiahui came back from the academy at night, Wang Tonger saw the original owner's brother for the first time.

As soon as the handsome and thin boy came in, he asked with concern: "Sister, does it still hurt?"

Wang Tong'er shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

The 17-year-old boy in front of him has just had a stroke. Although he is thin, his skeleton is very large, and he looks malnourished.

The sensible brother only eats two meals a day.How can you not be thin?
Wang Tong'er knew that not only was he going to the academy to study, but he had to come back twice to take care of his father on the way.

Not to mention anything else, daddy can't go to the toilet alone.

Thinking of going to the toilet, Wang Tong'er couldn't describe the toilet seat.

Where is that toilet seat?

It was basically a stick inserted into the earthen walls on both sides of the latrine.

If you have time, draw a drawing of the toilet seat first, and ask Uncle Wang next door to make it.

Otherwise, every time I go to the toilet, not only will the smell be unsavory, but I will always worry that I will fall into the toilet pool.

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Wang Tonger saw her grandfather in her dream. The old man was splashing ink in the study, and he did not forget to say to the little girl next to him: "Little Tonger, come, grandpa will teach you traditional Chinese characters. If you don't learn it, you will use it later." Only then will we know that 'the book will be hated less when it is used'!"

She seemed to see herself in her teens, tilting her head and arguing with her grandfather: "There are too many strokes in traditional Chinese characters, and Tong'er's hands are sore when writing."

"Ha ha!"

Then there was grandpa's hearty laughter...
Wang Tong'er had already fallen asleep, half asleep and half awake, only when she heard her parents' voices did she know that her mother had returned home.

"Brother Chong, it's so cold, don't wait for me at the gate of the courtyard with a lantern. You can't freeze your injured leg, how can you have frostbite?" Mother blamed softly in a soft voice.

Wang Zhong's leg was broken at the knee, and since the lower leg was sawed off, thick flesh grew on the knee.

If there is frostbite, there is no feeling at all.Therefore, it is easy to fester.

"It's okay, Sister Wen, didn't I see that you couldn't see the way when you came back from a woman's house at night?" Dad's voice was deep and mellow, and his voice was so gentle that water dripped out.

It turned out that father and mother called each other so affectionately in private.

"How is your daughter? Did you still hear her say that the wound hurts today?"

When Wang Tong'er heard her mother mentioning herself, she hurriedly held her breath.

"Didn't I hear her say that, Sister Wen, I didn't expect our daughter to be so smart. She learned to read from me in the afternoon, and she could learn it immediately!"

"Really? That's great!" Mrs. Zhao's voice was soft and clear, and it was very pleasant to hear!
"Sister Wen, there is hot water in the pot, you go to burn your hands and feet first, and go to get rid of the cold!"

Following the conversation of parents, you and me, Wang Tong'er was fed a mouthful of a bitch by her parents!
My mother is single, and I haven't been in a relationship yet.Back then, there were quite a few male classmates who chased after her in college, but they were all focused on their studies.

She remembered that her classmates never understood that she wasted such a good figure and face.

It's a waste of such a good resource not to study acting department...

"I'll go and see Tong'er first. When I went to the waiting mansion in the afternoon, I met Shi Ziye, and he gave a bottle of ointment for the wound. I'll wipe it on her now."

"What? Master? This master has taken too much care of me, Tong'er. This is not good. When Tong'er goes to the waiting mansion, you have to take care of her to stay away from the master and the young masters in the mansion."

It's no wonder that Wang Zhong didn't doubt it, the son of the world ordered the imperial physician to come to treat his daughter's wounds, and also delivered plasters, if something abnormal happened, there must be a demon.

"Well, I know."

I really didn't expect my parents to have such a vision, not the kind of shallow-sighted ones who tend to use their daughters to flatter their masters, regardless of her wishes and life or death.

Wang Tong'er's eyes were red with emotion, the parents here are the closest relatives she can rely on here!
At the same time, Wang Tonger is also vigilant: In the world, apart from her own parents, how can anyone treat you well for no reason?

The original body had nothing to do with Shizi in the two lifetimes, so why did he help himself over and over again?

Ah!
When I get back to the waiting mansion, I don't need my parents to tell me, I will stay away from him.

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Wang Tong'er really didn't expect that the ointment used by the ancients to heal wounds was really amazing!

After my mother applied ointment to her wound twice last night and this morning, the wound was neither painful nor itchy.

I can go to the ground to eat without the help of others, and I can exercise my muscles and bones in the yard during the day.

"Tong'er, go with daddy to your brother's study to learn how to write."

In the morning, both mother and elder brother left home, leaving her and father alone at home.

Wang Zhong has not forgotten the idea of ​​teaching his daughter how to practice calligraphy today, and he said to his daughter as soon as his job was put down.

"OK!"

Wang Tong'er was thinking about it. When she was in elementary school, she only had one class a week to learn calligraphy.

In ancient times, the only utensil for writing with a pen was a brush.

How can I write with modern pens such as fountain pens and fountain pens?
Not to mention typing on the keyboard when surfing the Internet, and the pen does not need to be used
So, right now, we still need to learn calligraphy first.

Thinking of this, she diligently took the dirty dishes to the stove first, and washed them with the hot water in the pot.

"Tong'er, let Daddy do the washing." Seeing his daughter swiftly washing the dishes on the stove, Wang Zhong hurriedly stopped her.

It is rare for his daughter to rest at home due to injury, but he is reluctant to let her work, because of his own incompetence, let her be a servant in someone else's house.Not only is his action restricted, but he also has to serve his master.

Beaten and scolded and not wronged!

I can only secretly feel sorry for myself.

Hey!
Who made himself and her mother slaves?
"No, these bowls will be washed soon." Wang Tong'er replied obediently.

She didn't wash the dishes before, she has an aunt and a dishwasher at home, so she has to wash the dishes by herself?
After she finished washing the dishes, she followed her father to her brother's study.

Where is this a study?

Only a dozen square meters in size, although the house is small, it has all internal organs.

The room was tidied up by my brother, and the four treasures of the study, such as books, were neatly placed.

She saw that most of the brushes in the pen container on the simple desk by the window were bald, or the brushes were tied tightly with thread after the pen holder was split.

Dad used a low stool as his feet and walked in with a 'da da'. He motioned Wang Tong'er to open the desk drawer, took out a smooth brick like a whetstone, and asked Wang Tong'er to pour some water into the inkstone jar.

Then ask her to dip a brush in the water in the inkstone tank and practice calligraphy on the water-milled brick.

Holding the brush in her hand, Wang Tonger stared at the terracotta brick for no apparent reason.
(End of this chapter)