The journey of the only child of a peasant family to take the imperial examination

It's a good thing that everyone in the family is motivated. Reading some books is better than being blind. Not only can you learn to read, but it can also broaden your horizons. Zhang Pingan also supports this in his heart.

Because the relationship between Xu and Ma is not good, and the age gap between Zhang Ping'an and his cousins ​​is too big, the older children have their own circles, so the children of the two families are not close. Zhang Ping'an has grown up and rarely played with his brothers at home.

But in the final analysis, these are not big contradictions. If all the children in the family can succeed, it will of course be much better for them to help each other in the future.

However, before Zhang Ping'an could finish his thought, there was a loud noise coming from the third room, with everyone in the family having to go over to take a look. Zhang Laoer frowned and walked over.

After a while, Zhang Laoer came back. Xu gossiped, "Dad, what's going on? I heard a lot of noise."

"It's not a big deal. The third child just went back and talked to the child about studying. Everything was fine, but when Erhe heard that he would be in the same class with Ping'an, he refused to go. He felt embarrassed. The third child tried to persuade him, but it was useless. The younger sister-in-law got anxious and hit the child."

Xu suddenly realized, "But that's true. Erhe is indeed not young anymore. Ping'an is six years younger than him. When he goes to class and sees that there are children so much younger than him, he will be embarrassed. It would be embarrassing for a child this old to feel ashamed."

"That's nothing. Can face be eaten? Knowledge is learned in one's own stomach. How many children want to go to school but don't have the opportunity!" Zhang Laoer frowned, not caring, and not understanding. At that time, he didn't go to school because old man Zhang was reluctant to spend money to send him to school.

"Forget it. You men are rough-minded. You won't understand even if I tell you. Let's just take care of the safety of our family!" Xu was too lazy to say anything more. This was just a rough man, playing the lute to a cow.

"Dad, can you make me twenty small wooden sticks? I need them in class tomorrow." Zhang Ping'an saw that his parents had finished their conversation, shook his head and stopped thinking about it, and said to Zhang Laoer.

"Okay, son, Dad will do it for you now. It's time to learn arithmetic, right?" Zhang Laoer said, then took the bamboo knife and went out to find a thin piece of firewood and started to cut it under the eaves.

Zhang Ping'an also followed him out, squatted beside him, and nodded: "Well, that should be the case."

"Why do you take so much trouble to carve wood? Don't you have dry sesame stalks at home? They are brittle and break easily if bent," Xu also came out and suggested.

Zhang Laoer shook his head: "No, the teacher said to use a small wooden stick. We can't just use sesame stalks to fool the teacher. Besides, it takes a long time to learn arithmetic. The small wooden stick is solid and durable."

Xu hadn't thought of this and just ignored it after hearing it.

The next morning, Zhang Laoer waited until Grandpa Jinbao had brought Jinbao over, then drove the two of them to Luojia Village. Grandpa Jinbao, perhaps feeling embarrassed to always take advantage of the situation, also brought Zhang Ping'an a fried rice cake with mung bean filling.

So Zhang Pingan and Jinbao each ate a glutinous rice cake on the way, and it tasted pretty good. "Jinbao, your grandma is such a great cook. She can make so many delicious things, like fried dough twists, fried meatballs, and fried glutinous rice cakes. She can do it all, and she's even willing to use oil."

"Well! My milk-roasted chicken is delicious too. She said that eating is the most important thing in the world, so we should always eat well. My aunt sent a big jar of sesame oil, which is enough." Jinbao replied with his mouth full after trying hard to swallow the food in his mouth when he heard his good brother's question.

"Your aunt? Why have I never seen her before?" Zhang Pingan was curious. He had never seen Aunt Jinbao come before!

"Oh, my aunt asked someone to send it here. She didn't come here herself, and I haven't seen her," Jinbao scratched his head.

As they were talking, they arrived at Mr. Luo's house. They jumped out of the car and were about to go in. Zhang Laoer gave them the usual instructions: "Listen carefully in class, study hard, and don't run around. There are a lot of beggars outside. I'll pick you up after school! Your sister will bring you lunch."

"Dad, I know!"

"Uncle, I know," Jinbao followed suit.

After the two entered the classroom, they found that Liu Shuisheng and Liu Shengyuan had already arrived. Seeing Zhang Pingan and the others come in, Liu Shuisheng greeted them warmly: "Zhang Pingan, Zhang Jinbao, good morning! I missed you so much!"

"Liu Shuisheng, Liu Shengyuan, good morning!" Zhang Pingan also greeted with a smile.

Jin Bao saw that Luo Fuan and his cousins ​​had not arrived yet, and wondered, "Don't they live closest to us? How come they arrived later than us?!"

"I guess he just slept in. It would be terrible if he was late!" Liu Shuisheng was a little gloating.

After they sat for a while, Zhang Pingan suggested, "Why don't we review yesterday's lessons? The teacher might do a spot check later in class. Our main focus these days should be on those two lines from the Three Character Classic."

"Ah, learning so early? The teacher hasn't come yet. Do you have to be so diligent?" Liu Shuisheng hesitated and was not very willing.

"Ping'an, I think you're right. Let's review with each other first," Liu Shengyuan echoed, very much in favor of this suggestion. After saying that, he turned to Liu Shuisheng and said, "Brother Shuisheng, if you don't study, you will fall behind. By then, you might be even worse than Luo Fuan!"

"I didn't say I don't want to learn. Let's start now." Liu Shuisheng was furious when he heard this. Luo Fuan was his mortal enemy and must be no worse than him. He immediately became full of fighting spirit as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

After they reviewed two or three times, Uncle Liu came in with a teapot. Seeing how diligent the boys in Class C were, he was stunned for a moment, then left without saying anything.

Jin Bao said anxiously: "The teacher should be coming in soon. Why haven't Luo Fuan and the others come yet? They will be slapped on the hands for being late."

"Why do you worry so much about them?" Liu Shuisheng rolled his eyes.

"We are classmates, this is not good," Liu Shengyuan frowned and looked at Liu Shuisheng.

Liu Shuisheng felt a little guilty, so he didn't say anything else. He shifted his hips and muttered softly, "The person who lives closest to me is late and I can't say anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in, followed by the sound of chairs being pulled open. The Luo Fuan brothers sat on the chairs, gasping for breath, as they had just run too fast.

Luo Fugui was so angry that he almost cried: "Huh...Huh...It's all your fault. Huh...I told you to get up early but you refused. You almost made me late!"

"Huh... Huh... The teacher hasn't arrived yet, why are you in such a hurry?" Luo Fuan said, wiping the sweat from his head.

"You?! Humph!" Luo Fugui turned sideways and didn't want to pay attention to his cousin anymore.

At this time, Master Luo came in, sat down and began to teach. As usual, he tapped the ruler and said sternly, "Class is in session, no noise!"

Several people sat upright.

Luo Fuzi glanced at them and said, "First check how much you remember from yesterday's study. Luo Fuan, you recite first."

Luo Fuan wanted to cry but had no tears. Why was he always the first one to recite? However, under the teacher's gaze, he still stood up and recited slowly. When he finally finished, he felt his back was wet.

"Well, sit down. It's just so-so. You need to understand the stroke order better." Mr. Luo commented.

Although the reviews were not particularly good, Luo Fuan breathed a sigh of relief. After a night, he really couldn't remember some things, and the others should be similar.

Who would have thought that I would be slapped in the face next. My cousin Luo Fugui and the other four people recited the poem fluently and clearly, but it seems that he is the worst!!!

Perhaps his expression of shock was too obvious, so Master Luo spoke slowly, "The path to the mountain of knowledge is through diligence. Diligence and perseverance are paramount for scholars. This morning, Liu Shuisheng, Liu Shengyuan, Zhang Ping'an, and Zhang Jinbao all came early to review their lessons. Luo Fu'an and Luo Fugui, you two live closest to them and came the latest. If this continues, you'll study half an hour less than them every day, and your final grades will definitely not match theirs."

Luo Fuan's face turned red with embarrassment, and Luo Fugui also lowered his head deeply.

Seeing the two of them like this, Master Luo didn't say anything else and began to teach them to try to write the strokes of each word on the table with their fingers dipped in water.

After seeing that they were doing well, I let them study on their own and then went to the classroom next door.

As soon as the teacher left, Luo Fugui couldn't help but turned to Zhang Pingan and said, "I will come here early tomorrow and won't go with Luo Fuan. Can you take me to review together?"

Zhang Pingan looked at the cute child and said with a smile: "Of course, welcome!"

"What, Luo Fugui, you won't go with me?" Luo Fuan asked anxiously.

"That's right, I'm not going with you. From now on, the five of us will come early to study together. You can just sleep in. Then you'll be ranked last, humph!"

"You! Then why don't I get up early tomorrow and come with you?" Luo Fuan scratched his hair and compromised.

"Come or not, we will study together from now on, one to five, it's up to you!"

"What, one to five? When did you leave me out? When was I isolated?" Luo Fuan was stunned.