Rise From the Humble

This time, Zhu Ping'an borrowed three books from the scheming girl's house, all of which were for the upcoming scientific and provincial examinations. The thought of borrowing miscellaneous books that he had thought about before had long since disappeared without a trace. Zhu Pingan still knows what to do when. The imperial examination is about to begin, and reading more books on the imperial examination is my first priority.

The moonlight was getting brighter, and there was a sound of frogs outside.

After dinner, Zhu Ping'an read at night at his desk with the oil lamp lit in front of the table. As a man of two generations, Zhu Ping'an deeply understood the principle that every inch of time is worth every inch of gold. How many genius-level figures were so amazing that they were eventually lost in the long river of history because they were not diligent enough.

Sweat more at ordinary times and shed less tears at critical moments. When you are young, you should work harder and struggle more. It is not yet time to enjoy yourself. When it's time to work hard, you have to work hard, when it's time to struggle, you have to fight, and when it's time to enjoy yourself, you won't have no girls in your arms and no money in your hands. Otherwise, when you get old, you can only look at the money in the hands of girls in other people's arms and feel infinite regret.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The silk hanging career in his previous life had a lot to do with his lack of diligence and hard work. Therefore, in this life, in this feudal Ming Dynasty, Zhu Pingan learned his lesson, worked hard and never stopped.

The lights were dim and I couldn't let go of the scroll.

At dawn, Zhu Pingan got up early and walked out of the room. At this time, there were still a few lost stars in the sky.

I walked to the stone beside the well in the yard, laid out the black wooden board as usual, scooped out a ladle of well water, washed my hands and face, and then poured the washed water into a groove in the stone, using the water my father had made for me in his early years. The oxtail writing brush is dipped in water and written against the stone.

Even before her mother got up early to cook, Zhu Ping'an had already put away the black board and brushes and put them back in the room, picked up several volumes of copied books, slung a cloth bag across his body, and went out to the river.

Quiet by the river. The breeze blows and it’s a great place to read and read.

When the rising sun appeared in the east and the rooster roared down to the village, Zhu Pingan put away the book in his hand. Return home slowly.

My mother, Mrs. Chen, just happened to have prepared breakfast, and the aroma of breakfast filled the yard.

"What delicious food does mom cook? It smells so good?" Zhu Pingan sniffed hard and flattered her.

"It's just your sweet mouth."

The mother, Ms. Chen, was beaming with smiles and liked her little son very much.

The day in Xiahe Village started again. Father Zhu went to drive cattle carts to make money. Now Father Zhu seems to have fallen in love with this job. He drove the big black cattle out happily every day. He came into contact with more people and was involved in all aspects of education and teaching. There were many people there, and gradually Father Zhu talked a lot more.

One afternoon three days later, a police officer came from the county. A copy of the communique sent from Yingtian Mansion was sent to Zhu Ping'an's home.

"The emperor's grace is so great that I have declared that I will obey the imperial edict and conduct the scientific examination on the 20th day of the 10th month of the lunar month. Those who have learned a lot will be kept until the imperial examination; those who have little knowledge will be deposed as officials and people; they will not come without any reason. Those who do not will be punished severely."

Sure enough, he still failed the exam, but luckily it was October 20th, and the place was also Yingtian Mansion. After the science exam, it was only a few days before the Enke Township Examination. It was just in time for the provincial examination, so there was no need to travel back and forth by myself.

Calculating the time, there are still nearly twenty days before the scientific examination.

Time is enough.

After a few days, the rice turned golden. The autumn wind slowly blew the fragrance of rice. The heavy rice lowered its head in memory of Mother Earth's nourishment. Under the autumn wind, the rice fields set off waves, flowing from the east end of Xiahe Village to the west end of Xiahe Village, making the people of Xiahe Village happy.

Then Xiahe Village started to get busy because Tianli’s rice was ripe.

On this day, Zhu Ping'an also changed into coarse shorts early in the morning and went to the fields to harvest rice with his parents and elder brother.

"Brother Zhi. What are you doing? Go back and read a book." Zhu Pingchuan, the eldest brother, has sharp eyes. Seeing Zhu Pingan change into a coarse cloth jacket, he immediately understood what his younger brother wanted to do, and couldn't help but ask Zhu Pingan to go back to his room to read.

"Hey, I didn't see you changing your clothes in the blink of an eye. Stop messing around and go read your book." After hearing this, her mother, Mrs. Chen, also saw Zhu Ping'an coming out of the room. She was surprised and couldn't help but say He asked Zhu Pingan to go back to his room and read a book.

"Xie'er, please don't go. It's enough for me, your brother, and your mother. Farming is busy these days, so I won't drive the car." Zhu's father did the same and asked Zhu Ping'an to go back to his room and read. Although Zhu's father had always felt that it was better for the boy to sweat more, when Zhu Pingan was about to go to Enke to take the exam, Zhu's father still felt that it was better for Zhu Pingan to read at home.

Zhu Ping'an walked up to his parents and elder brother in a coarse short coat and smiled naively, "I've been reading for too long, and my arms and legs are a little rusty. I just happened to go to the fields to get some food and deliver something. Besides, I'm a very busy person these days. I’ve been reading at home and I’m a little tired, so I decided to go and relax. I used to go to the fields before, so it’s nothing, it’s just the past two days.”

Over the years, Zhu Ping'an's family has added a lot of fields. If his parents and eldest brother were allowed to go to the fields to harvest, they would be busy for how long.

"One more for you is not much, one for you is less than a lot." Mother Chen was unwilling to let Zhu Ping'an go to the fields. "You are already a scholar, why should you go to the fields? You should still go and read your books."

"Mom, I am also a strong laborer. Besides, even the current emperor will go to the fields at specific times to persuade Konong Sang, not to mention that I am just a scholar." Zhu Pingan smiled naively and took the sickle from his mother Chen's hand. Bring it over.

"One extra day of reading is not a lot of books, and one day of less reading is a lot of books. My son has already memorized the books in his mind, and it doesn't matter if he reads silently while working." Zhu Ping'an continued.

Zhu Pingan's parents and brother couldn't help but agreed to follow Zhu Pingan to the fields, but only for this day, and they could not follow him again in the future.

While walking on the road, many villagers were surprised to see Zhu Pingan, who was wearing a coarse short coat and a straw hat and holding a sickle, and were very curious.

"Why did Mr. Zhu go to the ground?"

"Why is Master Xiucai here again?"

The villagers are either curious or joking, in short they just ask when they see it.

"A scholar is also a human being and needs to eat. Today's saints will set an example to persuade Konongsang, let alone a scholar like me. Besides, all the uncles are sweating profusely in the fields, how dare Ping An be idle." Zhu Ping'an explained to the villagers with a naive smile.

When he arrived at the field, Zhu Pingan followed his parents and brothers to the fields, sweating like rain, harvesting rice.

The fields of Zhu Ping'an's family are together with the fields of the Zhu family's old house. The only people working in the fields of the Zhu family's old house are his grandfather, his third uncle and Zhu Pingjun. Zhu Pingjun is still a foreign laborer and does not work hard, so he works for most of the day. , but not much was cut.

After harvesting, Zhu Pingan learned that his fourth uncle was sick again. This time it was due to a bad meal last night. Uncle Zhu Shouren was still studying at home as usual.

The grandfather harvesting rice in the field, looking at Zhu Ping'an working hard to harvest rice not far away, thinking about his eldest son who is not involved in farming, he was filled with emotion. They are both scholars, but the difference is quite big.

Zhu Ping'an's family uses an ox cart to put the rice harvested from the rice fields on the ox cart. The ox cart of Zhu Ping'an's family is larger and can pull more. One trip can take as much as two others. Bullock carts place the harvested rice in the field. The so-called field is a higher level land used to dry and thresh the crops. Before the field was used, it was rolled by stone rollers pulled by oxen. After the rolling, the field was flat and dry.

The fields in Xiahe Village are all connected together. This has been planned by the ancestors for hundreds of years. Every household puts the harvested rice in the field, spreads it out to dry, and then uses cattle to dry it after the face is dry. The grains are crushed and threshed using stone rollers. After threshing, they are dried for a few days before being stored in various granaries.

From morning to night, Zhu Pingan harvested rice with his parents and brothers all day long. When he went to bed at night, his arms felt sore.

Everything is of inferior quality, only reading is good, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but sigh before going to bed, he must study harder in the future.

Sorry, I overestimated my ability to update, so I will update three times today. I will continue to work hard tomorrow, and everyone should rest early.