The person who spoke full of words didn't say anything, but also made a "Zi" from time to time.

Her mother is a farmer family. At most, she can see the newly changed peach talismans at her doorstep during the New Year. She can write her name crookedly with her pen.

This is already a well-educated woman in the seven or eight miles away.

The only thing that Zhang Xuejiao’s mother couldn’t understand was that his father was obviously a father and a man who was my son, so why did he always say “Zi said, “Zi said, “Zi said?”

Could it be that the more you read, your seniority has also decreased?

She remembered that before she got married, when she was an older girl, the oldest and highest-ranking elder in the family, had a white beard nearly one foot long.

No one in the family dared not to listen to what the old man said.

Although he couldn't even write his last name when he came to take it, his eyes couldn't see clearly early.

But what he said is also the last words.

During festivals, juniors like Zhang Xuejiao’s mother would even kneel three times and kowtow nine times.

He knelt down and chanted auspicious words such as peace and joy, health and longevity of our ancestors.

Every time I recall such a scene, Zhang Xuejiao's mother did not regret that she had never read a book...

Her seniority is small enough at home. If she reads again, she will have to say something like "Zi-chan." Then wouldn't she have to write a tribute to her son Zhang Yu?

It feels incredible to think about it...it's completely incomprehensible.

She can't get into this scholarly world.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuejiao's father is not a person who always likes to show off and claims to be aloof.

After getting together, the couple can live in harmony.

The next day, Zhang Xuejue's father couldn't help but talk to his wife, so he had to ask Zhang Xuejue why he made those things.

I saw the orphan standing there with a light statement: "I gave it away" and sent him back as my own.

Zhang Xuejiao's father thought about it, smiled on his face, and said, "Good boy, I am worthy of being my kind! I will definitely be a romantic figure in the future!"

After saying that, he touched Zhang Xuejue's round little head and ignored it.

In his mother's eyes, she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

What is it said that fatherly love is like a mountain.

What is a mountain?

The mountain is just a quiet place where it is, and there will be no change for ten thousand years.

To put it bluntly, it means doing nothing, not like anything, and there is no life in your eyes.

After all, you have a good start to play carefreely.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Xuejiao was also at the age of reading and literacy.

As a mother, I want him to learn a craft.

I think that at least a hundred years later, my children will not go hungry and have no food to eat.

In her eyes, reading and writing were too illusory.

Standing with ink with a pen and scratching it on white paper is not a reliable business no matter how you look at it...

I didn't see the old guy sitting behind the stall writing letters in the market. He only had a sword to break the cotton robe in winter.

I shivered, kept stomping my feet to keep warm, and writing a long letter was just a few big money.

But I can't afford to buy half a basket of buns.

Every day I hold a white-skinned pancake and fill my hunger with water.

I had to divide it into three portions, otherwise I would finish it before lunch, and I would be so hungry that I was dizzy, but I couldn't even see the words clearly and couldn't even lift the pen.

Every time Zhang Xuezhao's mother passed by the letter-writing stall, she would look at her more with pity.

Sometimes I have to write a letter to my parents' home, but my husband doesn't let him do it for me.

I must spend some money to find the old man.

Not for anything else, just kind-hearted.

Of course the old man knew that there was a scholar in her family, and his level was much higher than his.

Scholars all have three parts of temper and seven parts of character.

At the beginning, he refused to write a word to Zhang Xuezhao's mother.

Always say it with great sincerity:

"Big girl, I know you are kind-hearted! But your kind heart is not enough for me to buy a new robe and eat meat buns, right? Your family is much more capable than me! I wrote you a letter, wouldn't it be a show of my skills? This is absolutely impossible..."

After saying that, the old man waved his hands repeatedly.

If Zhang Xuezhao's mother continues to pester, the old man will no longer say anything.

I got up and started packing up the stall and leaving.

Several times later, whenever the old man saw Zhang Xuejiao's mother in the market, he would get up and close the stall without saying a word.

Once, Zhang Xuejue also went out to wander with his mother.

The night before, my mother promised him to go to this market today to buy him some snacks and food.

By chance, I met the old man again.

The old man waved to Zhang Xuejiao first. Although Zhang Xuejiao didn't understand the meaning, he still walked over.

This market is not big, and the buyers and sellers are all fellow villagers in the countryside and know the truth.

Zhang Xuezhao had no worries either.

When he walked to the stall where the metabolic letters were metabolic, the old man reached into the pocket of the torn cotton robe, pinched out a pinch of sugar and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"Taste, is it sweet?"

The old man asked.

Zhang Xuezhao put it in his mouth and nodded unstoppably.

He also had secretly eaten sugar for cooking on the stove at home.

I ate too much for a while and I was afraid of being beaten.

He also poured the coarse salt into it and filled it up.

I never thought that the dishes fried that day were salty and sweet aftertaste.

After chewing and swallowing it, I got together, but it became bitter again.

As soon as Zhang Xuejue took this dish, he knew that something big was not good...

Before my mother could react, she used the excuse to pee and escape.

After doing this, I haven't eaten this sweet sugar for many days.

After eating, I reached out and asked for it.

"Next time! Come again next time!"

The old man who metabolized the letter said with his withered right hand caressing Zhang Xuejue's head.

Then, I began to pack up the stall in an orderly manner.

"Mom, why did he leave when he saw you?"

Zhang Xueshao asked.

"Because my mother did something wrong..."

Zhang Xuejue's mother said.

Although she cannot understand the so-called character and character of scholars.

But when I saw this, I felt very sad.

If you don’t set up a stall, you will have no income.

If you don’t have income, you will go hungry.

At the end, I couldn't even eat a white-skinned pancake a day.

"What did you do wrong?"

Zhang Xueshao asked.

"The fault is that it breaks other people's rules... Sometimes kindness may not necessarily do good things, especially if others' rules are established, they cannot be changed!"

Zhang Xuejue's mother said.

Zhang Xuejue couldn't understand the meaning of the words.

But when he looked at his mother and the old man who wrote the letter, he suddenly became a little respectful.

One of his cousins ​​is still eating books.
To be continued...