Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 57 The plan of the year lies in spring
Within three days, Meng Ruanqin came as promised, carrying a large book box on his back.

The books in the book box are his treasures for many years, no matter how hard it is, he is reluctant to sell them.

The boys got up early and said good morning to Master Meng.

An Ran also joined in the fun, opened two windows in the room where she was studying, and the windows hadn't been fixed yet.

You can just see the old peach tree outside the house and the spring scenery outside the house.

The peach tree has struggled to bloom a few flowers this year, but now the flowers have withered, and the leaves are more and more green and attractive.

The little flower cub likes to sleep under the peach tree, or lead the cubs to scratch their paws on the tree trunk.

There are four long tables in the room, which are matched with wide stools of equal length, so that two people can sit together in class.

Wang Yong'an specially made a book case for Meng Ruanqin, and he saw that there were masters from rich families and private schools.

There are also fresh bamboo tubes on it for storing things, and a small shelf for hanging brushes.

The Wang family had never studied, so they prepared according to what the children said, for fear of neglecting Meng Ruanqin.

Meng Ruanqin caressed the book desk with his hands. He had never asked for his own book desk and only used it when copying books in his study.

The plan for a day lies in the morning, and the plan for a year lies in the spring.

Meng Ruanqin is going to start with the simplest thousand-character prose. Although the children are of different ages, they have the same starting point.

An Ran was bored, she sat between her brothers Wen Zhuo and A Liu, listening to Master Meng's class, did the ancient masters shake their heads in class?

Mencius's voice is as gentle as jade, and it sounds nice when you first hear it, but when you use it to read, you get sleepy.

"You come and read, starting from here, each person reads one word."

Wen Ming was called, stood up, and pointed to the big characters on the thousand-character text, this is simple.

An Ran felt stressed, and memories from when he was studying came to mind.

When it was Wen Zhuo's turn, he pointed to the big characters on the book, and stuttered to pronounce them incorrectly. What does this word read?

"Yue~" An Ran turned into a small secretary off the court, gently tugged at the corner of her brother's clothes, and reminded in a low voice that this Master Meng just mentioned.

Wen Zhuo got the reminder and got through with luck, but Meng Ruanqin stared at the little baby sitting in the middle.

He just heard the reminder from this little doll, so he can remember it after listening to him at such a young age.

An Ran and Meng Ruanqin looked at each other, as if they knew each other would look over.

An Ran felt guilty and calm, Master Meng only thought she was smart.

After teaching calligraphy, Meng Ruanqin began to teach everyone how to write.

He found that everyone's pen holding and pen posture was wrong.

An Ran looked at Wenhua, her five fingers were tightly holding the pen holder, the ink on the pen was so much that it dripped on the paper, and the paper was soaked into a black ball as soon as she touched the pen.

"Hold the pen like this and use your wrist to drive the pen."

"Master, I can't control my hand." Wen Yuan was corrected to hold the pen, but he couldn't control how to write with his wrist, he was trembling all the time.

An Ran yawned big, let's practice theirs, they get sleepy after reading a book.

Meng Ruanqin found that only Wen Jing wrote decently and the paper was neat.

Wen Qing was bored, grinding ink in a stone inkstone, and then added water to it. This was fun.

"Pour me some of your ink." Wen Zhuo didn't want to grind the ink by himself, it would take a long time.

"This kind of ink is not good, and it will be a cloud of black water when written."

Grinding ink should be moderate in severity and speed. Do not grind indiscriminately or add too much water at one time.

Meng Ruanqinyiyi pointed to the children. After a while, this pen fell off, that paper was blown away by the wind, and some accidentally spilled ink on the ground. No wonder his former wife had a bad temper.

Meng Ruanqin supported his forehead, endured it for a while, and endured it again when he couldn't bear it.

An Ran picks fruits at the farm. She recently planted watermelons and strawberries, especially the strawberries, which are large and red in color.

An Ran picked one, buried her head under the table, and took a small bite of the strawberry tip, which was sour and sweet.

There was a bang, and something was knocked over. An Ran looked at the table dripping with ink. Her strawberry happened to be connected underneath, and now it turned into a black strawberry.

An Ran raised her head, and the boys burst out laughing.

"I'll wipe it for you." Wen Zhuo apologized very much. He didn't hold it properly just now, and the ink fell down, and it happened to drip on the place where Fu Bao was lying.

etc!Don't rub!

As expected, the more she rubbed her face, the more it became stained, and the upper half of her face was obviously black. Now, she was completely blue.

Wow, ya, ya, white-faced Cao Cao, black-faced Zhang Fei, his name is Chacha~
An Ran just wants to hum a song, take a step, turn around, and she will surely make others laugh to death.

Meng Ruanqin was a little dumbfounded, the white dumpling turned into a black dumpling.

Li Zhenxiang saw her disfigured face and something tightly clutched in her hand, so she fetched water to wipe her daughter's face and hands.

Little Heizi ran over and circled around her feet.

"Look, it's the same color as family wealth."

"Why can't I wipe it clean?" Li Zhenxiang changed several basins of water and wiped it over and over again, her cheeks were all red, but there was still light gray on the surface.

"It's okay, it will be fine in a few days." Li Zhenxiang comforted her daughter.

An Ran looked at herself through the reflection of the water basin, but she couldn't see clearly against the backlight.

It seems that I don’t have a mirror at home, so just buy one.

On the panel, the mirror actually belongs to the column of props. You must know that props are very expensive.

You said a mirror, if you sell me a hundred gold coins, won't your conscience hurt?
The hen mother-in-law I raised had to lay one hundred eggs to get one hundred gold coins.

"Wash your hands, what are you holding?"

Li Zhenxiang saw something black in her daughter's hand, and opened it to see what kind of fruit was stained with ink.

An Ran looked at the strawberry in her hand, no matter if she didn't eat it, it was black.

After changing her clothes, An Ran stopped going to see Mencius in class, and found a pot, and put the picked strawberries in it.

The small strawberries she specially looked for were much larger than raspberries, but they were as fragrant and sweet as the big strawberries.

An Ran took her mother, and she found that there was a vegetable garden outside the house, which was full of vegetable seedlings.

She wanted to transplant a few strawberries. Strawberries, a fruit that can be reproduced not only by seeds, but also by new stems.

She took out more than 30 seedlings. Compared with those on the farm, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Li Zhenxiang looked at the seedlings her daughter took out, with green-white unripe fruits hanging on them.

She has never seen this kind of vegetable before. Looking at the fruits hanging on it, some are still red, just like the ones her daughter put in the pot just now. She dug out a ridge of land with a small hoe, and planted the seedlings given by her daughter carefully on the ground. inside.

"Little aunt, the water is here, what kind of plant is this?"

Li Aling looked at a ridge of grass with small fruits hanging on it. Can these small fruits grow up and be eaten?

"I dug it in the mountains and saw that it produced some fruits. I brought it back and planted it. There is some in the pot. You can have a taste."

After Li Zhenxiang poured the last gourd of water, she looked very happy. Did the fruit look like the one in the pot?

In the basin, piles of small strawberries are neatly stacked.

Fang Cuiying fetched a basin of water, poured the pleasant-looking fruit into the basin, and quietly put it up to Fu Bao's ear.

"Fubao, what kind of food is this? It's so delicious. What kind of fairy fruit is it? Will it make you immortal if you eat it?"

An Ran had to admire her second aunt's brains, this is just an ordinary fruit, and it's not Tang's monk meat, it can live forever, if you eat too much, it will only become thinner!

(End of this chapter)