sweet wife little confused

Chapter 61
An Ronghe is a good boy. Every time he comes to An Xiuer's place, besides letting her teach her to read and write, he also helps her to work together. The two of them tend the vegetable field together, clean the yard together, and chat while working. , There were a lot of laughter and laughter in the small courtyard.

Every time after finishing the housework, when An Xiuer was embroidering, he would practice calligraphy in the main room, and when An Xiuer was cooking, he would help An Xiuer to light the fire. Although he didn't feel lonely on weekdays, but there was one more child by his side, An Xiuer I think it's pretty good too.

Two days ago, she made some money from embroidery. When she went to the town, she went to the bookstore specially, intending to buy some books for An Ronghe, so as to save him from wasting his studies. The owner of the bookstore asked about An Ronghe's situation. , and recommended a set of books to her, such as "The Doctrine of the Mean", "University" and so on. The bookstore owner said that these books are for the future examinations for scholars, and they are very suitable for students like them.

An Xiu'er also wanted to buy it, but when she asked about the price, she became a little hesitant. Each of these books costs tens of pennies, and the money she can spend is not much, only a few dozen pennies. Half of the money is used to buy things, and the other half is saved for building a house or other urgent needs in the future.

After thinking about it, she only chose one of them, which had a nice name, and it was called "The Book of Songs".

An Ronghe was also very happy to get this new book, and couldn't wait to read it, but he bought the book for a while and went to the execution ground to teach. After all, An Ronghe only read the book for more than a year, and he didn't know many words. She has learned some words, but they are not solid after all. After so many months without reading, she can only remember some simple words.

What impressed her the most was "The Female Ring". She reads this book very well, and remembers the words in it clearly, but this is the Book of Songs. Just remembered.

But now that there is no wife, An Ronghe can only ask An Xiu'er if he doesn't know anything, so for a few days, An Xiu'er's head is a little dizzy. An Ronghe called her there:
"Auntie, how do you pronounce this word?"

An Xiu'er put down her needle and thread, turned her head with a helpless expression, turned her face to show An Ronghe a smile, and asked very kindly: "Which word?"

"This." An Ronghe handed the book to An Xiu'er, pointing to one of the poems.

"Tao Zhiyaoyao, its leaves..." She knew the first few words, but she always felt that she had seen the last two words, but she kept thinking about it, but she couldn't figure it out. An Ronghe didn't urge her, but just Looking at her with wide eyes, eyes like black jewels, An Xiuer finally remembered, and said, "I see, it's Ye Qinqin."

"Tao Zhiyaoyao, it leaves Qin Qin." An Ronghe read these two lines of poems with a book, An Xiu'er secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the teaching in this academy pays attention to a person who reads a hundred times to see the meaning, otherwise If her nephew asked her what this sentence meant, she would go blind.

As soon as Zhang Zhen'an walked to the door, he heard An Ronghe studying. The young boy's voice was very clear and clear, and it made people feel happy inexplicably, as if listening to a good song. However, this other Ye Qinqin What the hell?

Zhang Zhenan entered the room, passed by him, and couldn't help asking: "Ronghe, what are you reading?"

"Uncle, you are back." Seeing Zhang Zhenan, An Ronghe raised his head to greet him, and replied, "I am reading a poem."

"What poem are you reading?" Zhang Zhenan asked casually.

An Ronghe handed the book over and said, "Uncle, read it."

He reached out to take the book, but An Xiuer slapped him with her hand, and said: "Your hands are stained with your mud, don't dirty Rong He's book."

Zhang Zhenan put his hands in the air, he looked down, he had washed his hands and feet before going home, there was no mud in his hands.

Seemingly understanding what he was thinking, An Xiu'er said again: "Without mud, your hands also smell of fish."

"I..." Zhang Zhen'an was speechless, he felt that An Xiu'er didn't want to see him, and he was a little stunned. Fortunately, An Ronghe handed over the book at this time, and said, "Look, uncle, it's this one."

"Oh, so it's Taoyao." The corners of Zhang Zhen'an's mouth rose slightly, as if he had thought of something happy. An Ronghe looked up at him, and felt that he was a little different from usual. When he smiled, his whole face was alive a lot.

"What are you looking at me for?" Zhang Zhenan stretched out his hand, and patted his head naturally, An Ronghe shrank his head, thinking: Uncle is actually not fierce, just like others.

"Read it to me." Suddenly, a voice came from his head.

"Yes." Because he wanted to review, An Ronghe seemed to be encouraged, holding the book and shaking his head, he began to read, "Peach's Yaoyao, scorching its flowers, the son returns home, suitable for his family, Tao Zhiyaoyao In fact, Yugui's son, Yugui..."

"Cough!" Zhang Zhenan heard him read the wrong word, wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of hurting the child's self-esteem, so he turned the laugh into a cough, which almost choked him, An Ronghe instinctively felt that something was wrong when he saw this, Then he put down the book and asked, "Uncle, did I read it wrong?"

"Who taught you this? You really misunderstood me!" Zhang Zhen'an reprimanded, feeling angrily in his heart, feeling that Gu Linlang had some superficiality, he didn't notice that An Xiu'er's face was a little angry, so he just said this Pointing out the mistakes, he said to An Ronghe: "This thought has a lot of truth, and it means that there are many fruits."

"Uncle, you are really knowledgeable." An Ronghe only knows how to read, and no one has ever talked to him about it. Hearing what Zhang Zhenan said, he found it quite interesting.

An Xiu'er on the side always thought that Zhang Zhen'an was illiterate, now that she heard what he said, she was just glad that she didn't say much just now, otherwise she would be really sorry for him, but she really felt that she had become the kind of person who misled others. Burning panic.

An Ronghe continued to read, Zhang Zhenan pointed out another mistake: "This is Ye Zhenzhen, which means lush green leaves."

"It turns out that my uncle is so knowledgeable." After Zhang Zhenan pointed out the mistakes in his poem, he looked at Zhang Zhenan with starry eyes, and said, "Uncle, can you read it to me? I used to have a class. The Master took us to read it twice."

"Sanggong, read it to Rong He twice, and I'll cook for you." An Xiu'er put down the book in her hands, walked over to make tea for him, and untied the fish basket from his waist. Zhang Zhenan saw her like this As a pie, he said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that my fishy smell will stain the books now?"

"No way, my lord, you don't remember the faults of villains, forgive me for my indiscriminate words just now." An Xiu'er raised her eyes and smiled, and went to the backyard with the fish basket, Zhang Zhenan naturally wouldn't blame her, turned around Seeing that An Ronghe was holding the book, he didn't accept it, but pushed his hand lightly, and began to read contentedly.

"Recipe, Shining……"

Although his voice is not that kind of warm and hearty, but it is also low and hoarse and magnetic. When he reads the poems, his words are correct and his voice is thick and thick. To An Ronghe's ears, he feels like a towering tree, free-spirited. The stretching of branches and leaves only attracts people's minds.

After Zhang Zhenan finished reading, he immediately applauded, "Uncle, you read really well, your Mandarin is really standard."

The crisp applause accompanied by the crisp and tender voice, and the sincere praise and admiration made Zhang Zhen'an feel his old face turn red, coughed, and asked, "Ronghe, do you know it?"

"Yeah." An Ronghe nodded, and began to read again, shaking his head. Although his words contained some dialect tones, which were not as pleasant as Zhang Zhenan's standard, but compared to before, it was much better.

After reading the poem, An Ronghe looked at him eagerly. Seeing that he was waiting for his comment, Zhang Zhenan couldn't bear to let him down, so he also pointed out a few words casually, saying: "You read the poem quite well, but the mandarin is not very good. standard."

"Hmm." Hearing this, An Ronghe drooped his head, thought for a while, then raised his head and asked, "I will talk to my uncle from now on, can I talk in official Chinese?"

The dialect of Qingshui Village is almost the same as Mandarin, but the tone is different. Zhang Zhenan’s fluent dialect was actually learned after he came to Qingshui Village. He likes to follow the Romans, but since it was his nephew’s request, he still agreed: " of course can."

"Thank you, Uncle." An Ronghe laughed, his small face was bright and sunny, the more he looked at Zhang Zhen'an now, the more he liked him, although he still had that face, but he thought he was amazing, better than his second uncle at home Much more powerful.

"What are you two talking about?" An Xiu'er came over, she didn't expect Zhang Zhen'an, who was not good at words, to have a happy conversation with An Ronghe.

"I said that when I talk to my uncle in the future, I will talk in official dialect, so that when I go to the county, I won't be laughed at by others." An Ronghe was very happy. There are not many people in Qingshui village who can speak official dialect.

"You and I can also speak official language." An Xiu'er changed her tone, An Ronghe's eyes lit up, and said, "Auntie, you can actually speak official language, how amazing."

"Of course, your uncle is so powerful, so naturally I can't be too bad." An Xiu'er smiled. She thought the mandarin she learned in her dreams was useless, but she didn't expect it to be useful. It's good to bluff children. That's right, seeing An Ronghe's adoring expression, she felt a little proud.

But when she was feeling proud, An Ronghe poured cold water on her. He came over and pulled her sleeve and said, "Auntie, come here, let me tell you, the two words you just taught me are wrong." Yes, that's how it should be read."

An Xiu'er blushed, and she was so shy that she almost didn't dare to look at Zhang Zhen'an, but knowing her mistakes could make a big difference, and she couldn't show timidity in front of children, so she just pretended to be generous and said, "I know, so you don't know what I taught you before. Ask your uncle, if I make a mistake, you can correct it, oh, yes, I am still cooking in the pot, I will go and see the fire."

After finishing speaking, she walked away in small steps, almost as if escaping.

(End of this chapter)