The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

It was March, the wind was blowing in the southeast, and it was raining in the south of the Yangtze River. It was a good time to enter the painting.

It is said that the spring breeze brings green to the south bank of the river, but it is always difficult for people to decide where the first touch of green appears. Just when I look back, I see colorful flowers on the branches, and the seasonal change happens quietly.

Pedestrians in Yangzhou City often judge by the young men and ladies playing along the street. When the girl puts on the emerald green and fresh Qiluo, and the scholars exchange cups and cups and talk loudly in the restaurant, the restless spring must have arrived.

The girl's laughter was intoxicated by the spring breeze, and it was like a lead that led the long-awaited kite out of the restaurant. The scholars stood on tiptoe and looked at the young ladies passing by on the street. If their companions asked what they were looking at, they would say: The mountains in the distance are like black daisy. If you don't drink, you will be drunk.

The sound of a song is slow, and the kite misses both ends. The theater troupe on the street corner is rehearsing North and West Wing intensively. Those salt merchants who have just become prosperous will not be embarrassed to say that their doorrails are full of books if they don't order it a few times.

It's a pity that the excitement in Yangzhou city has nothing to do with Shanxi Village a hundred miles away. If the spring breeze in Yangzhou City carries a faint fragrance, then the spring breeze in Shanxi Village is filled with soil and cow dung, which smells really good.

Cow, ox, ox. The young Chen Ergou sighed loudly, his face full of grief and anger. The hanging hands held Qingniu's lunch in front of him. Looking at the teeth marks on the grass, it was obvious that the big Qingniu was not satisfied with Chen Ergou's offering. He turned his head after eating a few mouthfuls and even took a poop.

It stinks. Chen Ergou grimaced, thinking that in his previous life, he was a college student who studied hard in a poor family. When he encountered time travel, he turned out to be a cowherd boy and was unemployed. What kind of thing is this?

In his two lifetimes combined, his surname is not Xu either.

Faced with the joke played on him by fate, five-year-old Chen Ergou could only roll up his sleeves and clean out the cow dung from the cowshed. Now that spring plowing is approaching, seven or eight members of the family are counting on this cow for work.

Things are rare and valuable. It is more valuable than yourself now. Just wait for it.

After finishing the work with some effort, Chen Ergou didn't move around, so he moved a wooden stool and sat next to Qingniu. He had to take advantage of now to develop a relationship with Da Qing Niu. After all, his grandfather had said that he would teach him to herd cattle in two years.

This is a job that our old Chen family doesn’t pass on from son to daughter. After all, even a female child can’t do it. Grandpa Chen Gaishan said so.

But Chen Ergou was really unhappy. In his previous life, his family said: If you don't study hard, you will go back to your hometown to farm. He can still feel confident. If he really wanted to go in this life, Chen Ergou started to panic.

I didn't realize it back in 1996, but now I can really feel the hard work of farming when I look at the wind-swept fields of my elders. What’s more important is that it’s really not profitable to farm now. Different from the ordinary time-traveling to seize the house, Chen Ergou was born through fetal transmigration. His parents were very affectionate. He was the only son under his knees, and they doted on him even more.

The family has been together day and night for five years, and even a dog has feelings, let alone Chen Ergou. He naturally hopes that his two elders can live a good life in the future. After all, he was in such a hurry in his previous life that he didn't even have time to honor his parents in his previous life.

Some regrets, once is enough. Chen Ergou sighed and sat on the wooden bench with his small body, holding his chin with his left hand and thinking hard. Before he could think about it, there was a sound of footsteps at the door of his house.

Er Gou, Er Gou, come out and play.

I told you, call me Chen Heng. Chen Ergou looked annoyed, why couldn't he teach these naughty kids.

Ergou sounds so nice. I don't want it yet. One of the three children said this. Chen Ergou took a look and actually sympathized with the other person.

This unlucky kid's name is Chen Qisuo, and Chen is the common surname in Shanxi Village. His father loves to play horses, so he got this name for some unknown reason. Maybe his father just lacked this card when Qisuo was born.

At first glance, the name seems a bit confusing, but it sounds easy to pronounce. But in the dialect of Shanxi Village, the pronunciation of Qisuo is very similar to the pronunciation of toilet.

So, everyone understands.

Compared with his nickname, Chen Heng felt that Ergou's nickname was much more elegant.

Er Gou can't leave, there's a lot of excitement in the village today.

How could this small village be so lively? Chen Heng was about to wave his hands when he heard them say again.

I heard that Mrs. Wang from the county has returned to the village.

Chen Heng, you were named after him.

So is my name.

Chen Qisuo didn't want to talk, he just wanted to cry.

My father said that Mrs. Wang is very good at reading. He is the only scholar in our village. The car he took back to the village today was driven by my father.

I asked you, why are you so well-informed? The more Chen Heng listened, the brighter his eyes became. He stood up from the wooden stool and ran towards the children playing outside the door.

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In the evening, Chen Heng had dinner with his family, and the conversation of the family inevitably fell on the wife who returned to the village.

When Chen Heng arrived at the village head during the day, there were so many adults there. Not to mention taking a look at Mrs. Wang, he still grabbed the candies that Mrs. Wang gave to the children in the village and handed them to him with seven ropes.

Chen Heng could not help but pay more attention to the conversation his family had at this time.

It was his grandfather Chen Gaishan who started the conversation. According to his own words, he and Wang Xianming grew up together. Unfortunately, his family was poor at the time and his great-grandfather did not allow him to go to school. He also told his two sons that now that Wang Xianming is old, they should go to his house to help more often when they have nothing to do.

Chen Qi is Chen Heng's father, and his name was also given by Mrs. Wang. He is an honest man and the eldest son in the family. He has been working with Chen Gaishan for a long time. He is not very good at answering words and can only nod in agreement.

On the contrary, it was Chen Heng's second uncle, Chen Huaijin, who was arguing at the table.

Dad, how did I hear that Mrs. Wang came back this time because someone was driving her back from the county?

What nonsense are you talking about?! Chen Gaishan showed a hint of displeasure. He was in awe of scholars in his bones, not to mention that this person was his own child.

Really. Chen Huaijin shook his head, Didn't I just go to the county some time ago? I heard that a new scholar came to the county and stopped all the children in the county to attend his own school. Master Wang was nothing but He is a child, so how can he surpass him in terms of knowledge and ability?

Chen Gaishan looked a little ugly. If it weren't for the fact that Chen Heng and other grandchildren were standing by, he might have wanted to teach his talkative son a lesson on the spot.

I asked you to go to the county to find a living. Why do you know that asking for useless things?

It's not that I didn't find it. Chen Huaijin was also a fool, and he couldn't see his father's embarrassment and anger at all.

I've been out of shape all day. I'm going to work in the fields with me tomorrow.

Chen Huaijin immediately showed a bitter look on his face, which made several juniors snicker.

Okay, okay. Eat first, eat first. Ergou and the others are all here. The one who came out to smooth things over was Grandma Zhou. Compared to her taciturn eldest son, she still loved her eloquent younger son more.

After the family had dinner, Chen Heng was taken back to the room by his mother, Mrs. Gu. He is already five years old and it is time for him to sleep in a separate bed from his parents. However, because he was not sleeping well, Mrs. Gu asked Chen Qi to make a wooden bed in her house so that she could keep an eye on Chen Heng at night.

Chen Heng has a sister above him named Chen Qing. She is eight years old and shares a room with her second uncle's daughter. I have to wait until I wake up tomorrow to see her, so I won’t mention it here.

Mrs. Gu was comforting Chen Heng who was lying on the small bed. Chen Qi, who had just finished washing outside, opened the door and came in. As soon as he entered the house, he said, I won't be at home for lunch tomorrow.

What did dad tell you?

Let me go to Mrs. Wang's house to see if I can buy him some furniture. Chen Qi sat beside the bed. Under the dim light, he looked at his son's eyes that were flickering as he looked over. He smiled and threatened again: Heng If you don't sleep, the wolves in the mountains will snatch you away.

What about scaring children? Chen Heng rolled his eyes silently.

Then I'll do it and let Daya give it to you... Mrs. Gu ignored Chen Qi's nonsense and was just thinking about arrangements for tomorrow.

But before she finished speaking, Chen Heng had already raised his hand and interjected: Mom, why are you bothering my sister about such a trivial matter? Let me go and deliver it to dad. Isn't my sister going to follow you to get pregnant?

It's okay to let you go, but don't be naughty and cause trouble when you go to Master's house. Mrs. Gu didn't think too much about it, just warned her.

Like a young adult, Chen Heng nodded gently and said seriously: Mom, don't worry, I will definitely not cause trouble.

Chen Qixu looked at his son's appearance in amusement, and joked from the side: Heng'er's temperament is like mine, he is calm. When you grow up, dad will teach you the skills, okay?

Chen Qi's carpentry skills are also famous in Shanxi Village. Besides farming, he can also earn some money for his family.

See what you can get. Mrs. Gu took a sip and said casually, If you want to teach, it depends on whether Heng'er wants to learn. What if he just likes farming and herding cattle?

Mom, can I not even like it? Hiding a small protest in his heart, Chen Heng lay back on the wooden bed under Gu's pull.

Perhaps mother and son were really connected, and Mrs. Gu said something unexpectedly: What if Heng'er goes to school like Mrs. Wang in the future? When the time comes, he passes the exam and becomes that kind of student.

Chen Qi laughed loudly: I'm afraid you don't know that our old Chen family has never produced a scholar for eight generations. Let alone whether Heng'er can pass the exam, whether he likes reading or not is a question. I really want to pass the exam later. , it’s not just the smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, Grandpa has to jump out of the soil.”

Dad, just wait for me. Chen Heng clenched his fists under the quilt.

Why are you still making fun of your elders? Mrs. Gu patted her enemy, covered Chen Heng with a quilt, and advised the child: Go to sleep quickly, sleep quickly, and let you go out to play with Qisuo and the others tomorrow morning.