The Multiverse Starting from White Deer Plain

A night of silence. Read 520 official website

To Bai Gui's surprise, Bai Youde did not force him to hand over the remaining money from selling mountain goods. He guessed that maybe it was because he was different from his peers this time that Bai Youde did not treat him as a young man.

Bai Gui didn't think much about it, because he walked a lot of mountain roads yesterday and was a little tired physically and mentally, so that night, Bai Gui slept particularly soundly.

When dawn just broke, a few roosters in the yard shook their bodies, then stretched their necks and crowed.

The biological clock is ticking.

Bai Gui also got up, rubbed his groggy eyes, took a breath, and rolled down from the kang. His clothes were very simple, he just put on a layer of linen clothes and got out of bed.

He walked to the stable as usual and prepared to feed the black horse.

Horses are such delicate things. They need to be fed four or five times a day, three times for grass and two times for food. They also have to wake up and feed them once at the third watch of the night. That’s why there is a common saying that a horse does not gain weight without night and grass.

It’s not impossible to feed the horse a few times less on weekdays.

It's just that he raised a good horse to a rogue horse, which is equivalent to causing the owner to lose dozens of taels of silver out of thin air, and he can't afford to suffer.

Bai Youde has always done the midnight feeding.

Staying up late at night hurts.

Hurrying up early, when the sky was still a little dark, Bai Gui heard a noise. He estimated that Bai Youde was going to the city, and it would take a whole day to go to and from the city.

Starting from Bailu Village, it takes two hours to reach Xi'an by carriage.

But there was no work to do in the winter, and my employer would not give me enough money to take a carriage, so I basically walked, from Bailu Village to the city, and back again.

It takes half a day to go and half a day to come back.

One day in total!

Feeding horses requires patience. Thanks to Bai Youde's words and deeds, Bai Gui has long been accustomed to how to feed horses and how to feed them fat.

Wait for the half-big black horse to finish the fodder.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Liu Mou'er, dripping with sweat, walked out of the building on the other side, carrying tables, stools, long benches, and high wooden tables on his shoulders. "Noble boy, your father said I would send you to school. We will leave now." .”

"Da, uh, wait a minute."

When Bai Gui heard this, he felt a little embarrassed. He put down the egg shell that had just been licked by the horse and found a black painted wooden board from a corner of the earthen house. It was two feet long and one foot wide. It was found from a broken kiln and was taken from a piece of wood. door.

He had whittled it with an axe, and the original appearance could not be seen.

He poured another gourd of water and hung it on his waist, using the old grain bag to contain the old pens and inkstones given by Xu Xiucai.

No school bag.

Schoolbags also have to be sewn with coarse cloth, and a foot long of coarse cloth costs twenty or thirty yuan.

During the reign of Emperor Shunzhi and Emperor Kangxi, the price of a foot of cloth ranged from more than ten to twenty cents. By the time of Daoguang in Jiaqing, the price of a foot of cloth fluctuated between thirty and forty cents. Although forced to open the sea, foreign cloth rushed into the Qing market, but it was only limited to the coastal areas. The inland has not been greatly affected, and the price is only a few cents lower than before.

During these years, it cost three to four hundred yuan to make a pair of coarse cloth clothes.

"This is the schoolbag your dad asked me for this morning. It was used by the eldest young master. It has a few patches. Don't dislike it." Liu Mouer touched a folded cloth bag from his waist and looked at it with some envy in his eyes. cloth.

A cloth bag made of fine coarse blue cloth mixed with white fine cloth.

But the only drawback is that there is a blue patch as big as a bowl on the front of the cloth bag.

Somewhat ugly.

Bai Gui was somewhat resistant to taking the schoolbag.

According to what he learned during this period, both the eldest father of the Lu family, Lu Taiheng, and the father of the Lu family, Lu Zilin, were extremely stingy. This cloth bag seemed to be destroyed, but it was actually worth a thousand dollars if the stitches were removed and turned into cloth. More than a hundred coins.

Most of the wealth owners in the village save their money and get it out of their mouths.

I didn't say that for nothing.

For example, when the scholar in "The Scholars" was strictly supervising life and death, he could not close his eyes, just because of the two lamp grasses in the lamp, which was afraid of wasting oil.

After all, Bai Jiaxuan is a minority who can educate Lu Zhaoqian.

"It was given by the eldest young master..." After hesitating for a while, Liu Mou'er told the truth truthfully. Maybe he didn't understand what concealment meant, "This morning, your father asked the master to let me buy some books on credit. He wanted to buy you a book. The young master heard this and said that after he enters school, you will sit next to him. If he has some spare books, you can read them first, and he will give you the schoolbag."

Compared to the awe-inspiring boss, Bai Gui is more approachable.

When Bai Gui was born, Bai Youde held him in his arms and recognized him as Gan Da. Bai Youde and he were both regular long-term workers of the Lu family and had a very close friendship.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't say such gossip.

But if Bai Guibai wants to thank Master Lu Zilin, it's his fault.

Does he know what kind of coward is behind Lu Zilin? He is not a good person.

"Lu Zhaopeng..." Bai Gui was confused for a while, then regained his energy and collected the patched cloth bag.

It may seem easy not to eat the food that comes to you.

But it's all about human nature.

If he hadn't carried the schoolbag gifted by Mr. Lu today, the Lu family might not have said anything openly, but later on, they would not allow his family to work as long-term workers in the Lu family, or find a reason to punish him or his father. A troublesome thing.

This is the same as socializing. If you don't be grateful today, will it be a disaster in the morning?

Gotta be on guard.

Bai Gui bit his lip, put the contents of the grain bag back into his schoolbag, and lifted it on his shoulders, with his back to Liu Mouer. His face flushed for a while, as the wind and snow chilled him, and then his expression returned to normal.

The road is quite slippery.

After it snows, the road surface is not slippery when you first step on it, but when there are too many people walking on it, the snow turns into ice, so you have to be careful to prevent slipping.

The Lu family is not far from the ancestral hall.

After walking three to four hundred steps and taking less than a cup of tea, he arrived.

In the building on the west side, through the window lattice, you can see several half-year-old children reading a book. They are all wearing cotton-padded jackets and have rosy faces. They take a look at the book and then recite a passage.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is primitive..."

"The sword is called the Giant Tower, the pearl is called the Luminous..."

"The Master said: When a disciple enters, he should be filial, and when he goes out, he will be a younger brother. He should be sincere and trustworthy, love others universally, and be kind. If you have enough energy to do, you should study literature..."

Some are still reading "The Thousand-Character Classic" from their elementary school years, while some Mongolian children who are making rapid progress have already begun to recite "The Analects of Confucius".

When Bai Gui saw it, a trace of envy flashed in Liu Mouer's eyes.

But he didn't know whether Liu Mouer envied the cotton-padded jacket Meng Tong wore or the books he read.

"Your Majesty, this table and stool will be placed here." Liu Mouer rubbed his hands, then smiled favorably towards the table of Lu Zhaopeng and Lu Zhaohai, "Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master, Your Majesty, today He's studying in this school. If you two give him any instructions, just give him orders. The master said that Guiwazi will be your book boy."

Lu Zhaopeng and Lu Zhaohai looked as usual, as if they were used to being flattered.

"Stop talking, uncle, you are busy with your own business. Brother Gui has two people to take care of him. No one can bully him." Lu Zhaopeng showed an air of elegance, not like a young master from the countryside, but like Master Xu.

Bai Gui sat cautiously next to the two of them.

His desk and stool were placed next to Lu Zhaopeng and Lu Zhaohai by Liu Mouer, and he sat next to them.