MTL - Rise From the Humble-Chapter 5 hibiscus warm tent

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  Chapter 5 Furong Tent Warm

  Old lady Zhu was silent for a moment before slowly opening her mouth, "Master, the family really doesn't have enough money for Jun'er to learn."

  The eldest aunt Wu wanted to fight for it, but the uncle pulled her hand under the table and gestured with her eyes, and the eldest aunt nodded unwillingly.

  Because Zhu Ping'an was young and short, so he happened to see the little moves under the uncle's table, and got to know him better. As an uncle, he was quite thoughtful.

  Yes, uncle! The way to go to a private school in a neighboring village is no longer feasible. Isn’t there an uncle at home? Although the uncle didn’t pass the exam as a scholar, he is also familiar with poetry and books.

   "Then can I learn from Uncle Meng?" Zhu Ping raised his face and stretched out his little paws and asked.

The uncle of the Zhu family didn't say anything, and the aunt quit. She gave Zhu Pingan an order, and some education and criticism, "Little pig, your uncle still needs to study for the exam. He can't wait to read the book for two days every day. How can he have time?" Teach you how to read and write. You can’t afford to be guilty of delaying your uncle’s examination for the number one scholar!”

  In short, the eldest aunt looked disgusted! She looked very much like Wang Dahui's mother-in-law.

   "Let's wait for my uncle to pass the examination of a scholar, and then I will enlighten you." Uncle Zhu's speech is much better than that of auntie, but they all mean the same thing, refuse, one is blunt, and the other is more tactful, there is no difference.

  Although I am young now, I didn’t rely on you to learn. I just found a reason to slowly reveal my knowledge.

   If you wait until you are selected as a scholar, the day lily will be cold. If what I saw when I entered the door just now was luck, then I guess it is impossible for my uncle to be a scholar in a short time. Although the white pillar of luck on the top of the uncle's head is stronger than that of other people in the family, it is white after all. White is white, and white is the spirit of ordinary people. If you are on the rise, the blue color is the official atmosphere.

  Zhu Pingan complained silently.

  Although the food was not tasty, Zhu Pingan still ate up the pancakes and the porridge in the bowl in the spirit of thrift, waste and shame, and even licked the bowl a few times. Who made myself barely considered a chubby paper?

  Zhu Ping'an's good appetite is in stark contrast to Zhu Pingjun from the uncle's house who is picking and choosing.

"The second son's family, go and serve half a bowl of porridge for the little pig." Although the old man said he was partial to the eldest and youngest family, he was still very protective of his own children. Hungry for kids.

   Whenever this time, mother Chen always looks salty and proud.

When the dinner was about to end, someone called the door outside the gate, and a message came from the town, saying that the grandfather's family was going to join his son who was doing business in the south, and he would not be able to come to worship the ancestors during the Chinese New Year, so he had to leave in three days Come to worship the ancestral grave and bid farewell to the ancestors.

   There are three brothers and sisters in Mr. Zhu’s family. Mr. Zhu is the youngest son, and there is an older sister who married into the town. The grandfather went to the town as an apprentice since he was a child, and moved to the town after he got married.

  Although we are separated from each other, people who go to the market during festivals or festivals can always see each other.

   Now that Mr. Zhu first heard that his elder brother was going to move to the south, and it was difficult to see him again, he couldn't help but sigh, and went back to his room without eating.

  After the old man left, Mrs. Zhu was concerned, and followed closely to persuade him, and everyone dispersed one after another, going back to their respective homes.

The news that the grandpa's family is going to move to the south does not have much impact on the family members other than Mr. Zhu. After all, after the grandpa's family moved to the town, although the relationship is good, it is not very close. At most, they go to the town. It's just one less place to stay.

The Zhu Family Courtyard is somewhat similar to the Siheyuan in modern old Beijing, but it is slightly wider and more complicated than the Siheyuan. It is divided into the main room and side rooms on both sides. There is a well in the yard. As the living room, one is the bedroom where Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu rest, and the other is the residence of the uncle's family. There are two rooms on each side, the east room on the left is lived by Zhu Ping’an’s family, the west room on the right is half larger than the east room, separated in the middle, and the family of the third aunt and the family of the fourth aunt live separately. In addition, there is a stove room and a firewood room on the side of the courtyard wall near the gate.

  The moon was sparsely lit, and there was an oil lamp in the house on the left side. The light was as big as a broad bean, and the light was relatively dim, not as bright as the moonlight coming in through the window. Although the wing room was not completely bare, there were no valuables there. However, the room was kept clean and tidy by Mrs. Chen, and the household items were also placed in an orderly manner.

  Mother Chen was sitting at the table facing the dim light and mending Zhu Pingan's trousers, while his father sat aside and did some simple carpentry.

   Biting off the end of the thread with his head sideways, Chen put the clothes in his hand beside Zhu Pingan, "Try to fit it!"

   "It fits, it definitely fits, what my mother made must fit. Mom, you are so kind." Zhu Ping'an grinned, his mouth was as sweet as honey. My protest finally took effect, and I can finally stop wearing crotch pants in the future.

   "Little **** will talk sweet, I owed you three in my last life!" Mother complained, but her love could not be concealed.

   "If there is light in the daytime, it will be a waste of energy at night."

The grandmother passed by the window and saw the lights on in the east and west rooms and couldn't help yelling a few words. These daughters-in-law are all really prodigal wives, what a waste of gas. If I used to save money without using oil lamps at night, the money would be enough for me The grandson has learned.

   "Oh, I got it, mother, I'll turn off the oil lamp now." Father Zhu Shouyi replied immediately.

  I still have other clothes that haven’t been mended yet. My mother Chen gave my father a hard look angrily, but my father just smiled foolishly, which made my mother stare at my father out of anger.

   "Smile and laugh, you know smirking, your wife and children are bullied to death by your mother, and you can only smirk!" Mother Chen couldn't understand his father's limp appearance, so she went up and pinched his arm hard.

  Zhu Shouyi was a strong farmer, and Chen's pinching had no effect on him at all. He still had a silly smile on his face, as if he had punched cotton with a punch, which made Chen very angry.

   "I'm really unlucky for eight lifetimes to marry you!" Chen's angry finger poked Zhu Shouyi's forehead forcefully.

   "It took me eight lifetimes of virtue to marry such a good wife like you."

Zhu Shouyi usually looked like a dull farmer, but his speech was of a very high level, which suddenly refreshed Zhu Pingan's three views on this cheap father. It turned out that his father, who was three points more dull than Guo Jing, also had a sweet talk side. That's right, otherwise how could he marry such a good woman as his mother?

  Chen's face turned red, he is not ashamed of being old, and he is not afraid of leading bad children!

   Looking at beauties under the lamp, especially the rare and shy side of the pungent Chen, Zhu Shouyi was immediately stunned.

   "Brother, I'm so sleepy." Zhu Pingan laughed, and took the eldest brother who was meticulously weaving bamboo baskets to the side room to rest in the small bedroom separated by wooden boards.

  Uh, it's not suitable for children next time.

  (end of this chapter)

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