Chapter 183 Daoxiang

This time Zhu Pingan borrowed three books from the black-bellied girl's house, all for the upcoming scientific and rural examinations. The idea of borrowing miscellaneous books to read before has long since disappeared without a trace. When and what to do, Zhu Ping'an still understands. The imperial examination is about to start, and reading more books on the imperial examination is my first priority.

The moonlight is getting brighter, and there is a lot of frogs outside.

After dinner, Zhu Pingan read at night at his desk by the lit oil lamp in front of the table. Being human for two lifetimes, Zhu Pingan deeply understands the truth that an inch of time is worth an inch of gold. How many genius-level figures were amazingly talented, but they were eventually annihilated in the long river of history because they were not diligent enough.

Sweat more at ordinary times so that you can cry less at critical times. When you are young, you should work harder and harder, and it is not yet time for pleasure. When it's time to work hard, you must work hard, when it is time to struggle, you must fight, and when it is time to enjoy yourself, you will not have no money in your hands. Otherwise, when you are old, you can only look at the money in the hands of girls in other people's arms, with infinite regret.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The hanging silk career in the previous life had a lot to do with his lack of hard work, so in this life, in this feudal Ming Dynasty, Zhu Pingan learned his lesson, worked hard, and never stopped.

The lights are dim, and the book is not released.

At dawn, Zhu Ping'an got up early and went out of the room. At this time, there were still several lost stars in the sky.

Walking to the stone by the well in the yard, he habitually spread black wooden boards, scooped up a ladle of well water, washed his hands and face, and then poured the washed water into a groove in the stone, using the water that his father made for himself in the early years. The oxtail brush, dipped in clear water, is written next to the stone.

The mother who got up early to cook hadn't gotten up to cook yet. Zhu Ping'an had already collected the black board and writing brush and put them back in the room. He took several volumes of copied books and carried a cloth bag across his shoulders, and went out to the river.

The river is quiet. The breeze is blowing, it is really a good place to read and read.

When the sun was rising in the east and the rooster roared down to Hecun, Zhu Pingan put away the book in his hand. Slowly return home.

Mother Chen just made breakfast, and the aroma of breakfast filled the yard.

"Mother, what is delicious, so delicious?" Zhu Ping'an sniffed vigorously, and flattered her.

"You're the one with sweet lips."

Mother Chen's face was full of smiles, and she couldn't like her younger son very much.

The day in Xiahe Village started again. Zhu's father went to drive the ox cart to make money. Now Zhu's father seems to have fallen in love with this job. He is happy to drive the **** cattle out every day. He has contacted more people. There were many people there, and gradually Father Zhu talked a lot more.

One afternoon three days later, a guard came from the county. A copy of the communique sent from Ying Tianfu was sent to Zhu Ping'an's home.

"The emperor's grace is vast, and the decree of Enke, the official, will obey the imperial decree. On October 20th, all students will be examined in Yingtian. Those who have long-term knowledge will be reserved for the imperial examination; those who are lacking in knowledge will be dismissed as officials; they will not come without reason. Those who are punished will not be negligent.

Sure enough, the test was still suspended, but fortunately, it was October 20th, and the place was also Yingtianfu. It was only a few days before the end of the test and the Enke Township Examination. It's just in time for the township exam, so I don't have to go back and forth by myself.

Calculate the time and there are still more than 20 days before the scientific examination.

Time is enough.

After a few more days, the rice turns golden, and the autumn wind slowly blows the fragrance of the rice, and the heavy rice lowers its head in memory of Mother Earth's feeding. The autumn wind blew, and the rice field set off waves, rushing from the east end of Xiahe Village to the west end of Xiahe Village, making the people of Xiahe Village very happy.

Then Xiahe Village started to get busy, because the rice in Tianli was ripe.

On this day, Zhu Ping'an also changed into a coarse jacket early in the morning, and went to the fields to harvest rice with his parents and elder brother.

"Brother, what are you doing, go back and read." Big Brother Zhu Pingchuan has sharp eyes. Seeing that Zhu Pingan had changed into a rough jacket, he immediately understood what his younger brother wanted to do, so he asked Zhu Pingan to go back to his room to read.

"Hey, I didn't see you in the blink of an eye, so you changed your clothes. Stop messing around and go read your book." Mother Chen heard the words and saw Zhu Pingan coming out of the door. She was surprised and couldn't help but say Ask Zhu Pingan to go back to the room to read quickly.

"Hey, don't go, I, your brother, and your mother are enough. These days, the farming is busy, and I won't drive the car." Zhu's father did the same, and asked Zhu Pingan to go back to his room to read. Although, Zhu's father always felt that it would be good for the boy to sweat more, but when Zhu Ping'an was about to go to Koenke, Zhu's father still thought that it would be good for Zhu Ping'an to read at home.

Zhu Pingan walked up to his parents and elder brother in a rough jacket, and smiled innocently, "I have read books for too long, and my arms, hands and legs are a little rusty, so I just went to the fields to send them off quickly. Besides, these days I am I have been reading at home, and I am a little tired, so I should go to relax. I used to go to the fields, it's nothing, just these two days will not get in the way.

In recent years, Zhu Ping'an's family has acquired a lot of fields. If parents and elder brother are allowed to harvest in the fields, they will be busy.

"One more of you is not much, and one less of you is a lot." Mother Chen is unwilling to let Zhu Ping'an go to the field, "You are a scholar, why do you want to go to the field, you still go to read your book."

"Mother, I am also a strong laborer. Besides, even the current emperor will go to the field at a certain time to persuade Kenongsang, not to mention that I am just a scholar." Zhu Pingan smiled innocently, and put the sickle in the hand of his mother Chen brought it over.

"One more day of reading is not too much, and one less day of reading is quite a lot. My son has already memorized the books in his mind. It doesn't hurt to read silently while working." Zhu Pingan went on to say.

Parents and elder brother were no better than Zhu Pingan, so they had to agree with Zhu Pingan to go to the fields, but only for one day, and they could no longer follow him in the future.

Walking on the road, many villagers looked at Zhu Ping'an in a coarse jacket, a straw hat and holding a sickle in surprise. They were very curious.

"Why did Master Zhu go to the ground?"

"Why is Master Xiu Cai still here?"

The villagers are either curious or joking, in short, they just ask when they see it.

"Scholars are people who also have to eat. Today's sages will set an example to persuade Kenongsang, let alone me as a scholar. Besides, all the uncles are sweating like rain in the fields. How dare Ping An be idle." Zhu Pingan explained to the villagers with a silly smile.

When they got to the field, Zhu Ping'an followed his parents and elder brother to the field, sweating profusely, harvesting rice.

The fields of Zhu Ping'an's family are the same as those of Zhu's old house. Only the grandfather, third uncle, and Zhu Pingjun worked in the fields of Zhu's old house. Zhu Pingjun was still a foreign worker. , the result did not cut much

After the harvest, Zhu Pingan learned that the fourth uncle was sick again, this time because he had a bad stomach from eating last night. Uncle Zhu Shouren was still studying at home as usual

The grandfather harvesting rice in the field looked at Zhu Pingan, who was sweating profusely harvesting rice not far away, and thought of the eldest son who didn't care about farming and mulberry at home.

The rice harvested from the paddy fields, Zhu Ping'an's ox cart puts the rice on the ox cart. The ox cart of Zhu Ping'an's family is relatively large and pulls more. The bullock carts put the harvested rice in the field. The so-called field is a higher level ground for drying and threshing the crops.

The farms in Xiahe Village are all connected together. This was planned by the ancestors for hundreds of years. Every household put the harvested rice in the farm and spread it out to dry. Lashi is rolled and crushed for threshing. After threshing, it can be stored in the granary of each family after drying for a few days.

From morning to night, Zhu Ping'an followed his parents and elder brother to harvest rice all day long, and when he went to bed at night, his arms felt sore.

Everything is inferior, only reading is high. Zhu Pingan couldn't help but sigh before going to bed, and he must study harder in the future.

Sorry, I overestimated my ability to update, so let's do the third update today. I will continue to work hard tomorrow, everyone should rest earlier.

(end of this chapter)