General Dotes On His Farming Wife

After finishing the sofa, the next table, furniture and furniture are all made according to the design style of Zhong Xiaohua.

Although these things look strange, they have strong usability.

Zhong Xiaohua squints at the places in front of her, which are on a par with modern houses. She can't help but smile.

Even if you stay here, you still need to leave something as a memory of the past.

When everything is ready, Zhong Xiaohua finds someone to watch a golden day and moves into her new house.

When Zhong Xiaodie came in, he looked east and West, and happily circled in every room.

"Xiaodi, what are you looking for?"

Zhong Xiaohua inexplicably looked at the little sister, some strange and some curious.

"Second sister, I'll see which room you sleep in. I'll sleep with you, too."

Zhong Xiaodie looked up, his eyes full of worship.

"You want to sleep with me? How can we do that? After a person a room, no one and who crowded sleep. Our house today is big enough to live in. And now do you forget that you are not the little girl before. You are the young master of the Zhong family. If you sleep together, what do you think of us? "

Zhong Xiaohua stretched out her hand and patted the head of the dish.

"Second sister, I want to sleep with you. I'm afraid alone. Don't you like me? Second sister... "

Small dish drags long tail sound, is casting Jiao to Zhong Xiaohua, stretches out the hand to pull Zhong Xiaohua's arm to shake, then toots the small mouth, the eye was covered with a layer of water mist.

Finally, seeing that Zhong Xiaohua didn't open her mouth, she stretched out her short finger.

"Just one day, one day, OK? I will not be a young master for a day

Zhong Xiaohua looks at Xiaodie and looks at herself with a pair of pathetic eyes. She looks like she is crying with tears, and her heart softens.

It's really hard for the girl who used to like the Pearl hairpin skirt to give up everything she likes and become a boy.

"Xiaodi, it's not that the second sister doesn't like you. The second sister just wants you to adapt to the independent life. The second sister also wants to invite teachers for you to study."

Zhong Xiaohua said to Xiaodie.

After listening, Zhong Xiaodie nodded.

Ask the teacher to teach them homework. This is Zhong Xiaohua's next plan. She wants them to read and read.

She will respect Eminem's last wish and only study, not become an official.

After all, the shadow had been hanging over her for a long time.

Seeing that Zhong Xiaodie left a little lost, Zhong Xiaohua trembled in her heart. Finally, she reached out and grabbed her arm and laughed.

"But today I decided to sleep with you. The two of us can be very close. "

Zhong Xiaodie suddenly regained his mind and looked at Zhong Xiaohua with her bright eyes.

Zhong Xiaohua pokes her eyes at the other side, puts her hand on her shoulder, turns around and walks out.

A family moved into a new house, they according to Zhong Xiaohua's decision, a person a room.

On the right side near the gatehouse, there is a big room with two big windows on one wall, which makes the room bright. In this big room, Zhong Xiaohua neatly places the tables and chairs made by the carpenter. She wants to make it a place for children to study.

She wants all the children in her family, no matter men or women, or tenants, to come here to study if they want to. She knows how terrible illiteracy is. Even if learning is not for the purpose of becoming an official, she also wants the children to learn more.

Zhong Xiaohua is a quick temper, where he wants to do.

She posted a recruitment message at the door of her restaurant, inviting private school teachers at a high price to manage food and housing. She is well paid and welcomed to apply.

Once this notice was posted, it attracted a lot of people. You know, in those days, some people were empty and full of ink, but there was no place to pour it. It was not easy for some people to recruit Mr. Zhang, and several people came before noon.

Zhong Xiaohua looks at some people with white hair and beard, some people are slovenly, not like a scholar at all. Behind the crowd, there is a man who looks more than 30 years old. Although he has many patches on his clothes, he washes them very clean. His face is yellow and thin, but his eyes are bright.

Liu Qingshu walked aimlessly in the street, thinking that he had been studying hard for ten years. He thought that he had passed the college entrance examination last year, but he didn't expect the examiner to steal the exam papers. Today's world, alasIn order to make him get an official title, his family is very poor now. He has been out for three days today, but he still hasn't found a job. He overhears passers-by talking about the recruitment information at the door of the restaurant, so he doesn't want to come here to have a look.

Zhong Xiaohua looks at this person across the crowd. From his clothes, we can see that she is poor, but although she is poor, he is still modest. Zhong Xiaohua nods silently

Liu Qingshu follows Zhong Xiaohua to Zhuangzi. Zhong Xiaohua gives his children to Liu Qingshu.

"What is this?"

Liu Qingshu looked at the things in front of him and couldn't help but round his eyes.

These

On the cover of the paper, there are four words written on it.

Li Weng duiyun Volume I!

Although the handwriting is not very good, it still surprised him.

Open the contents inside, simple things appear on the paper.

"Heaven to earth, and heaven to earth. The mainland to the sky. Mountain flowers to sea trees, red sun to sky. The thunder is dim, the fog is misty... "

"This is what I want my husband to teach the children in our private school."

Zhong Xiaohua said with a smile.

Fortunately, the old woman who picked up the garbage likes to talk about these things very much, so as time goes by, she also knows clearly.

Liu Qingshu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and read these simple sentences over and over again. His eyes became brighter and brighter.

He could imagine that with these things, the children would be able to write poems and poems easily in the future.

"Mr. Zhong, who on earth did this? Can you recommend it for me?"

Da Xian?

Zhong Xiaohua gave a bitter smile. The most embarrassing thing was that she didn't know.

"I'm sorry, I only hear these occasionally, so I think children's teaching may be more effective, so..."

Liu Qingshu nodded, just holding the book like a treasure.

Even if Zhong Xiaohua doesn't pay him now, he will teach the children here. The value of this book alone is enough!

Can look at the above two words, the smile on his face more than before, eager eyes straight at Zhong Xiaohua.

"Young master, it's the first volume, so there must be the second volume?"

Zhong Xiaohua nodded, but shook his head awkwardly.

"Well, I'm still looking for the next volume. I'll give it to you when I have time."

Liu Qingshu put away his careful thinking and was taken by Zhong Xiaohua to meet the students who were going to be taught in the private school.

But after seeing it, he was especially surprised.

Because he had never seen a private school where the children of the village master and the children of the tenant farmers got together. No matter what the men and women taught together, he did not abide by the principle that "a woman without talent is virtue".

He saw the strong thirst for knowledge in these children's eyes, just like seeing his young self, he decided to teach them what he had learned in his life, in order to repay Zhong Xiaohua's kindness.

Zhong Xiaohua looks at Liu Qingshu's appearance, and Gao Gao's heart slowly goes down.

Although this person does not have any fame, at least he will not have his own opinions on these matters like other people in this society.

Otherwise, she can think that if she meets some sour scholars, she may directly scold herself, which is wrong.

And each farmer is ecstatic, to Zhong Xiaohua and others is more respectful and grateful.

Who does not know that scholars, agriculture, industry and commerce, even if they only know some words, are enough for those people to be superior.

Zhong Xiaohua saw that everyone gave away some eggs in front of his home every day. Then he laughed and let people carry the things to the private school in the village.

In the afternoon, she didn't go out all afternoon. In the evening, she took a book that had just been published and sent it to Liu Qingshu.

Liu Qingshu looked at the things in front of him and couldn't help taking a breath.

This is

"Disciple rules"!

Or simple sentences, all three words, catchy to read, and especially rhyme.

Moreover, compared with the previous ones, although they are less academic, they are more convincing in the way of dealing with people."Disciple rules, sage instructions. First filial brother, second sincerely believe. Love the masses, but love the people. If you have spare power, you will learn to write. Parents call, should not delay. My parents told me not to be lazy. "

He read again and again under the light, slowly closed his eyes, eyes full of moist color, especially with emotion.

If he had rejected Mr. Zhong at the beginning, would it be impossible for him to see these things?

Looking at the new ink on it, he couldn't help thinking of the thick ink that had not been washed clean when Zhong Xiaohua brought it. Suddenly, he respected Zhong Xiaohua even more.

What to say is to listen to people, but in the world, who can have such literary talent?

If you are yourself, you must be above the court hall now. How can you be here?

He anxiously took the book to find Zhong Xiaohua, but on the way he met Zhong Liyue.

"Master Liu, it's dark. Where are you going now?"

Liu Qingdong's house is not ready yet, so he lives in Zhong's house for the time being.

"Oh, I want to find Mr. Zhong er. She just came and sent me a book. I want to ask if she wrote it. If so, I can write a letter to my former teacher and recommend Mr. Zhong to take the next exam next year. "

This literary talent, the number one scholar is appropriate.

But Zhong Liyue might as well suddenly changed his face, directly threw his sleeve and glared at him angrily.

"It's impossible. We have ancestral precepts in our family. We are not allowed to be an official."