The new book of the burning prairie star

After dinner, everyone went their separate ways. The girls washed themselves in the kitchen, and the boys went to the river at the entrance of the village to take a bath. Some jumped into the river naked to wash, and of course there were a few who washed in their pants. Yang Biao was one of the few. He closed his eyes slightly, not looking at the people around him, and quickly washed himself so that he could leave as soon as possible.

Although the summer in ancient times was very hot during the day and there were no fans or air conditioners, it must be said that the nights were still very cool. After all, the environment was good, there were many trees and flowers, and there was no chemical pollution. Yang Biao walked slowly on the way home, feeling very emotional.

Passing by the Yang Family Ancestral Hall, I saw a group of old men playing cards there, so I went to join in the fun. The hall is very spacious, with trees planted all around. Except for the first day of the Lunar New Year when everyone would gather in the hall to have their newborns added to the family tree, in the summer basically all the male members of the Yang family, from old uncles in their seventies to one-month-old babies, would gather here to enjoy the cool air. They would chat about all sorts of things, estimating in their minds how long it would take the women in the family to finish washing, and then go home to sleep.

"Brother Biao, copy less and be careful of your eyes!" Little Zhang walked into the study and sat next to Yang Biao, reminding him.

"Okay, I'll take a break after I finish copying this chapter!"

Seeing that little Zhang seemed to want to say something but hesitated, Yang Biao stopped copying, "Mom, what's wrong?" Little Zhang and grandma are from the same clan. She is a bit like the mother in "Little Miss Doudou at the Window". She knows how to accept, accepts the imperfections of her children, and does not have the concept of perfection in the secular world. She has a gentle wisdom that prevents the children from being afraid or anxious, and from being at a loss, causing unnecessary losses.

"Nothing... nothing, it just looks like my son has grown taller."

"Yes, mother, you see that the pants I'm wearing are a bit short, so I need to make a new pair." Yang Biao stood up with a pen and turned around in front of Xiao Zhang.

"Okay, once the rice is harvested, I'll make you a new one."

“Remember to make it longer.”

"I know. I'll make it longer and then put more cloth in to sew it up. When you grow taller, you can just remove the stitches."

"My son is absolutely confident in my mother's craftsmanship!" Yang Biao laughed.

"Of course." But in a flash, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. "Your father passed away early, and mother has no ability. I have to make money by copying books at such a young age. I am sorry for you." Little Zhang choked a little.

"How can mother be incompetent? Look how capable she is. She has given birth to so many wonderful children."

"How can...how can you praise yourself like that!" Little Zhang couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Mom, copying the books you have learned can help you consolidate and review them. Copying the books you have never read not only saves you money, but also allows you to learn new knowledge. Most importantly, you can earn money. It is really a win-win situation. You don't have to feel guilty about it, mom!"

"Yeah, yeah." Little Zhang nodded repeatedly and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves.

"I am eight years old now, which means I am not too young anymore. I will go to a private school after the mourning period ends next year."

Xiao Zhang: "…then you still need to take the exam to become a scholar?"

"My taking the exam for the scholar next year will not conflict with my younger brother's education. The money I earned from copying books in the past few years is enough for me and my younger brother to spend!" Yes, although Yang Biao did not have to hand in the money he earned and kept it all for himself, he was not stingy. Sometimes he came back from the town to buy some meat or daily necessities for his family, and no one in the family said anything about it.

"My son is so capable!" Mrs. Zhang looked at Yang Biao with satisfaction.

"Look at you, Mom. You can just praise yourself, right?" Yang Biao pretended to be disgusted.

"What can I do? My son is so capable. Who wants to disagree? Just hold it in!" The mother and son burst into laughter.

The night gets darker, but the moon gets brighter...