I went ashore by weaving straw shoes and became a master craftsman

Chapter 91
People who can read and write have more minds, and I will rarely meet Jia Qin in the future.After nightfall, Wang Zhu tossed and turned, and the more he hated Jia Qin, the more he couldn't forget the allusion of "painting the ground as a prison" told by the other party, and he couldn't forget what he said after the allusion.

"Brother Zhu, since you came here, the frequency of fetching water in your house has decreased. Is it because the tank has become smaller? Your house is less than a hundred feet away from the well. Why doesn't your father come to visit you? Why don't you dare go back and visit him? ?Because I know in my heart that this place...is a prison!"

"Brother Zhu, this is a real prison! There are no fences around, and you dare not go out! If you don't accept it, go home?"

"Heh, Brother Zhu, look, you, like me, have been judged prisoners by your relatives. Hehe, did we really do something wrong? Then who hasn't done anything wrong? Why are we only judged as prisoners? It's because We are weak! Brother Zhu, they pretend to be good and are bullying us to be weak!"

Wang Zhu couldn't sleep more and more, so he moved outside, away from the widower, and then sighed reassuringly.Ah Weng's place is very good, he can eat every meal, but no matter how good it is, it's not better than at home.Walking around in the sight of the widower every day, he is always restrained and dare not speak loudly, even dare not cough or fart loudly.For example, I am also cold now and want to add bedding, how dare I mention it?If he is at home, he is really cold, and he can hug his father or younger brother to keep warm, but in a stranger's house, he can't.

Wang Zhu hated Jia Qin, but every sentence the other party said was like a thorn piercing him, it hurt so much that he couldn't get rid of it.Is he really in jail as the other party said?They are all sons of the Wang family, so why bring him to jail?

It was Wang Ge's idea, only she guessed that he caught the mouse that night, but she didn't have any evidence, so she dared to tell the father?So, she must be making up lies!must!
Otherwise, how could the eldest father treat his grandson cruelly.

Wang Ge... Wang Ge... the long room... are so ruthless!

Feiliufeng Abode.

On Wang Ge's desk, a bronze oil lamp was burning against the wall.This is the first time she has seen a bronze oil lamp since traveling so far, and her own candlesticks are all made of pottery.

With the light on, she recorded her farewell to Hu Zi with the most concise words and strokes, and Jing Nu told her: "For formal schoolchildren, one cylinder of hemp candle oil per month, one ink block per day, and ten bamboo slips. All utensils , We will distribute them to the dormitory at a fixed time every day. The two masters will give lectures at the Qinquan Water Pavilion on the 28th and 29th of the twelfth lunar month. The [-]th of the twelfth lunar month and the first day of the first lunar month will be closed. The lecture will resume on the next day until the tenth. On the [-]th, students can go home for the Lantern Festival. Lectures will resume on the [-]th until the end of the month. On the end of the month, we will announce the school schedule for mid-spring."

Wang Ge wrote and wrote, shaking his head, scraping off the redundant words with a carving knife, until the words could not be reduced any more, and the sentences were clear and understandable.

Ever since Ah Di knew how to read, she understood that the reason why ancient records were expressed in the most concise words is because ink is precious.

The inkstone equipped in the house is "concave heart inkstone", which comes with a "inkstone" the size of her palm.Inkstone is used for grinding ink.

It is said to be an ink stick, almost in the shape of a pancake, about the size of a copper coin.After crushing, grinding, and dissolving with water, there were rough objects inside, and she didn't know what they were, so she pulled them to the inkstone with the tip of a pen.

When writing, I feel that it is worse than what Master Zhang sent to brother.One is that the ink color is not deep, and the other is that there are still small sand-like sundries.

Even so, Wang Ge is also happy and content.In this ancient era, she, a little girl from a peasant family, had the opportunity to read and write. She also had ink, candles, bamboo slips, and enough food every day. How could she not be content?

Yes, she did make many utensils that surpassed the principles of this era, which played a certain or a great role in assisting the achievements of Huan County Magistrate.But so what?If you encounter a corrupt or bad official, if you take all the credit for her, you may destroy her family, or imprison her in a craftsman's shop, and eventually force her to work.These are not impossible!

But County Magistrate Huan basically gave her what she deserved.Property is light, qualifications are important!She will never take these things for granted. She has been grateful from the beginning of the consistent rewards to the admission to the Nanshan Pavilion Villa.

Living under the fence of others in this era, she must learn to survive and forge ahead little by little while accepting her fate, instead of being so stupid that she thinks that the time traveler is omnipotent and despises the wisdom of the ancients.

"Du, Du." Two light knocks on the door interrupted Wang Ge's calligraphy practice.

When she opened the door, she was startled first, then she couldn't believe it, thinking she was dreaming.

Shiratori vermilion crown!

The person who knocked on the door was a white crane! !

This crane is obviously being fed by humans. It is not the first time that it has knocked on the door at night. It just knocks with its beak and does not enter the door.After meeting Wang Ge's eyes, he was not afraid, and went to knock on the next house.

The door next door didn't open, and immediately a child's voice shouted: "Got it!"

Wang Ge thought the crane would keep knocking down, but it only hit the third room and then flew away.

so beautiful!Its bright-winged, slender-necked figure streaks across the deep night sky, and it really deserves the title of "immortal".

Close the door and sit back at the desk.She really wanted to write what she saw just now, but with her calligraphy skills, the word "crane" had too many strokes, and the slender bamboo slips were not in full bloom!

Write small dots... squeezed into a black dot.

That's all.Originally I went to Guanshu to learn how to read and write, but now I can't write well and it's normal.

The next day, when he didn't arrive at Maozheng, Wang Ge followed the route pointed out by Jing Nu yesterday to find the chef.Each stove is equipped with two stoves, and there are also men and women, all of whom are in the prime of life.

"Don't run around!" A slave girl called to stop Wang Ge, pointing to the stove far away and said, "I just came here? The children are at the top of the three stoves, the first one is the formal schoolchildren, and the other five are other schoolchildren." Yes, don't go wrong in the future."

"Thank you lady for your guidance. I am a formal schoolboy." Wang Ge was neither humble nor overbearing, and did not bow to the other party.Huan Zhen had taught her that as long as she entered Nanshan Guanshu, she must not salute to trilogy, tenants, servants and maidservants, which is not in line with etiquette.

The breakfast food for formal schoolchildren consists of a bowl of wheat bean porridge, a flax cake, and vegetable sauce.These foods are served on pottery dishes, rectangular, with large and small grids embedded in them, and the format is the same as the dinner plates she used in her previous life.Walking back quickly, when passing by Huzi's residence, the child just opened the door and came out, shivering from the cold.

"Huzi, don't go, eat this."

"Thank you girl."

Wang Ge smiled at him.For some reason, she always felt that the other party was weaker than ordinary children, and helping a child to get breakfast in cold weather was really nothing to her who was used to being busy.

Jing Nu quickly caught up with Wang Ge, and there was no one around, so she reminded in a low voice: "Miss Wang, you don't need to have close contact with this boy in the future."

Wang Ge looked at the other party with a questioning expression.

Jingnu was very satisfied, and continued: "He has only come here not long ago, and he is like me and other child laborers. I only heard that he is called Huzi, but I don't know what his surname is, and I don't know how far away the master's family is from a poor in-law. And...you really shouldn't have eaten the candied meat he gave you yesterday. I heard it from the servant who brought him to the mansion. This boy likes to catch mice, and he is so poor. Guess...what kind of candied fruit could it be? "

Wang Ge lowered his eyes slightly, and said embarrassedly: "My family is also poor, and I have also caught rats. Sometimes I hate rats for ruining food, and I also roast rats. When roasting, the rats are still alive, squeaking..."

"Ah!" Jingnv fled while jumping, fled Zhang Yuan, retched, and left quickly without looking back.Presumably she will never get close to Wang Ge again.

At this time, Wang Ge pondered over the word "Jing Nu" to understand its meaning.The Xie family gave this child laborer the name "Quiet Girl", which did not imply chastity.Instead, warn the other party to keep silent and guard yourselves, and don't speak indecent words!

(End of this chapter)