The Analects of Righteous Father’s Collapse

"The patriarch, do you want me to send Dalang to the book early?"

Meng Yu Niang was a little surprised and did not understand what the patriarch had personally said about this.

"Yes."

Jiang Chong nodded. Last night, his son and he elaborated on the outstanding performance of Jiang Liu. Jiang Chong felt that such a good seed could not be wasted.

You think about it, just listening to the disciples and the three-character scriptures a few times outside the book can be backed up. If you really study hard, you can't integrate these enlightenment textbooks well.

It’s hard to see the imperial examinations. In fact, the people who have taken the imperial examinations are clear. The examinations of Tong Sheng and Xiu Cai are the easiest. As long as they can master the four books and five classics and other teachings, and know their deep meaning, they will basically pass.

It is not so easy to take the exams for people and above. It is not a test of death.

Jiang Liu has never forgotten his skills. First of all, he is not in the middle of the exam, and Jiang Chong feels that if Jiang Liu really has such a head, he will definitely not be a person who can only die to study. His future may be far. It’s farther than what they expected from him.

He briefly explained the reason why he came to the door today, and then did not forget to add: "If there is really difficulty in the family, I can do half of the repairs."

Although it is a patriarch, Jiang Chong can't directly save the tuition fees of the river. After all, the Jiang clan is so big, and there are so many children of the appropriate age. This is the way to open the mouth.

It is necessary to know that there is also a poor scholar who needs to rely on the repair of life. Even the patriarch can not make such a statement.

But half of the reduction is not the same. He can do the same for half of his son's tuition, and no one can say anything about him.

"The patriarch, do you say that my son is a genius who has never forgotten?"

Meng Yu Niang was shocked and happy. She never thought about what kind of genius her son would be.

To tell the truth, Meng Yu-nang always feels that her son is a bit like a fool, stupid and stupid, although she always says that she wants to send him to study, I hope he can take a test in the middle of the show, out of the head, but in fact, in her heart I don’t have much hope for my son’s brain.

Meng Yu Niang's greatest craving is that her son can learn more words, can be more sensible, and inherit the tofu craft in the future. The two of them put together a pavement to live a stable life.

"The patriarch, you can rest assured, I will be a son of Dalang, and I have to send him to study when I clench my teeth."

Meng Xiiang also did not think that the patriarch had the need to lie to her. Since the patriarch said that her son had the talent to study, and he was willing to reduce his son’s half-bundle, she was cheeky and returned to her family to borrow money, and she also sent her son to study. .

However, it is not so exaggerated.

Meng Yu Niang thought about it in her heart. When her husband was seriously ill, it took a lot of money to find a doctor and take medicine. The money earned after the separation was almost lost. Finally, in order to do funeral to her husband, she would count the family. Not much money was spent, and some debts were owed.

Later, she gave the family's six acres of land to the family to exchange the rations of the two, and because she was still in the three-year filial period, the two girls could not eat, and the daily dishes were made by the tofu and the yard. Vegetables are enough to satisfy, and there is almost no cost in eating and putting.

In the past two years, she earned some money by buying tofu. Finally, she paid off the last bit of money owed to her relatives and friends in the past few months. Now the patriarch said that she would reduce the cost of half of her son’s repairs. She put two of her family. The old hen caught it, and then gave the silver plaque in her dressing box, maybe it would be enough to cover the cost of the repair and provide the son with a set of four treasures.

Thinking of the silver scorpion, Meng Yu Niang was a little swaying, and she was awakened from the memories of her past after the patriarch’s opening.

"Ok."

The patriarch sighed and did not stay in the Jiang family for too long. After all, Meng Yu Niang was a widow. Although he was a grandfather, he was not able to talk about the right behind the long tongue and talk nonsense.

After the patriarch left, Meng Yu Niang also refused to organize things, and rushed into the room of his son Jiangliu with a joy, and he would practice the words of one night, and the son who slept very much was awakened.

"Mother's aunt, I made a big face for my mother, my heart and liver, baby eggs, how can you be so good, so can bear it."

Meng Yu Niang pinched her son's small round face, left kiss, right kiss, how are not enough.

The river is sobered up under such harassment.

"Da Lang, give the girl back the article you are carrying in front of your Founder, let the mother listen to what the scholar has learned."

It’s always that the eyes are imaginary, and the ears are true. Although the patriarch just praised her son, Meng Meng’s mother is still a little unrealistic. She is afraid that Jiang Fangzheng is acknowledging the wrong person and treating the son of others as her home. River flow.

When he heard the beauty of the mother, the river suddenly became awake. He understood the reason why his mother woke him up in the morning. It seems that the result of his performance yesterday was out.

"An article in front of the Fangzheng family?"

Jiang Liu was able to learn the performance of children, rubbing his hands with his fists, and then squinting his head to think about it.

"At the beginning of the human race, the nature is good. The **** is similar, the Xi Xiangyuan... one to ten, ten and one hundred. One hundred thousand, one thousand..."

"Well, there are disciples, saints... parents teach, you must listen... things are small, don't hide, others don't remember."

Just woke up, said so many words without drinking, the river is a bit dry, licking his lips, no longer back.

Meng Xiiang did not understand these words in the end is a sense of embarrassment, she felt that this article is literary, listening to the ears, especially the back of his own baby son, is even better than singing.

"Mother's Dalang is out, and she will count on you later."

She held her son's fat face and kissed her two sons. Then she clung to her son and burst into tears.

In the two years after her husband’s death, Meng Yu Niang’s hardships are far more difficult than those seen by outsiders. She can be a widow. She must be the same as a man, even more powerful than the average man. The shrew is still quite arrogant.

Because only by doing so, she can drive away the wolves who slandered their wealth, in order to hold their own small home.

Someone pointed at her behind her, saying that she was very uncomfortable, and that some people said that she was so bitter and harsh, and that she was so embarrassed with the closest family of uncles, no long-haired style. ......

All kinds of gossips, Meng Yu Niang smiled before the people.

No one thought about it. She married Jiangjia at the age of sixteen. She gave birth to her son Jiangliu in the second year. At the age of 20, her husband was seriously ill. She was propped up by this family. Now she is just a The 22-year-old little lady is gone.

In the age of a woman's good age, she squats on the skirt and does not dare to dress up. She uses her thin shoulders to pick up the family's family. She has to raise young children and have to drive away those wolves and tigers. There is no one who complains about the side, and how much bitter water has to swallow in the stomach alone.

She is not sorry for anyone, but others have treated her well.

Meng Yu Niang’s heart is too bitter. At this moment, with joy, she can finally cry out with great pain.

"Mother's beggar."

"Mother's heart and liver."

"Mother's baby egg."

Even if she is crying, Meng Yu Niang’s mouth is still rumbling and chanting this sentence. For her, Jiangliu is her whole, her only hope, all her joys and sorrows are gathered on the river.

Listening to the cries of the beautiful mother, the heart of the river is also a bit embarrassing.

He didn't know if this was his conscious sympathy in his heart, or the emotional interference left in his original body.

Subconsciously, the river could not help but raise his hand, embracing the waist of the beautiful woman, wanting to pat her back and help her.

"and many more!"

The cry stopped abruptly.

"The patriarch said that you have never forgotten it. If you listen to the article several times, you will be able to go backwards. This is not to say that you have learned all the things that were said before the mother and others quarreled."

Meng Yu-Ning held her son's face and stared at her son's son, her face very serious and cautious.

The river that was preparing to comfort the beautiful mother thought of the machete she held up that day, couldn't help but shudder, and then smiled at the beautiful lady.

That, he is her baby egg!

The author has something to say: change the setting, change the death time of the original father to four years old, because the previous investigation found that it seems that the three years of filial piety can not participate in the imperial examination, our Jiangjiang Is a boy paper to be a child prodigy