Chapter 10 Not Stupid
Zhou Huaishan chuckled.
"It was just when you were eating."
Zhou Qing
The chicken coop was only three to five meters away from the kitchen, so Zhou Huaishan basically committed the crime under everyone's nose.
How did you do it!
Moreover, the chickens were not fried.
"Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
If she was discovered, Zhou Huaishan's character would completely collapse, and the opportunity to study that she had fought so hard for would be wasted.
You really worked hard to get the chicken.
Zhou Huaishan looked proud, "How could I possibly find out that you guys were talking so passionately in the kitchen? Who has time to pay attention outside?"
"Even if no one paid attention just now, you are not afraid now."
Zhou Huaishan shook his head and interrupted Zhou Qing.
"Don't worry, no one will come to our place. I have decided to study today. Your third uncle's family will definitely close their doors to discuss the separation of the family. If you beat Wang Qiang, I guess your uncle's family will not only have to When discussing my study, we have to discuss Wang Qiang. As for your grandma, your grandma is definitely trying to make him change his mind. No one has time. "
Zhou Qing
"You guys, you also analyze problems?"
Zhou Huaishan rolled his eyes at Zhou Qing.
"As you say, just because we are dandies, it doesn't mean we are stupid!"
Zhou Qing
Zhou Huaishan wiped his hands, got up and got on the kang, "My dear daughter, let's eat chicken later."
The chicken has been put into the mud, the mud has been put into the stove, what else can she say.
She doesn't even need to clean up the hair.
After flicking the wick, Zhou Qing took out a pen and paper and spread it on the broken table on the kang. "Come on, let's write."
Zhou Huaishan immediately burst into tears, "Is this the beginning? I'm not mentally prepared yet! What are you writing about? If you ask me to copy the book, you have to give me a template."
Zhou Qing said: "Write something whatever you want, and I will take it to the county bookstore tomorrow to show it to the store."
The pen was stained with ink, and Zhou Qing handed it to Zhou Huaishan, "Let's write."
"Write casually?"
"Um."
Zhou Huaishan raised his pen and said: I want to eat chicken.
Zhou Qing almost spit out blood, raised his hand and slapped Zhou Huaishan.
But the moment the slap landed on Zhou Huaishan's head, it finally stopped.
"If you were my son, believe it or not, I would slap you. How expensive is this paper? Why do you write such a thing?"
Zhou Huaishan looked aggrieved, "I am your father!"
Zhou Qing gasped in anger.
Zhou Huaishan added faintly: "Besides, this paper is buy one and get two free, it's free."
Zhou Qing
The big slap couldn't bear it anymore.
Zhou Huaishan continued, "Also, you asked me to write whatever I wanted."
After saying that, Zhou Huaishan looked at Zhou Qing with aggrieved expression, and said with a proud face: Don't blame me!
Zhou Qing
He glared at Zhou Huaishan bitterly, raised his hand and tapped me hard on the chicken, "Here, if you write about virtue, you will not be alone, you will have neighbors."
Zhou Huaishan looked surprised, "Wow, you still understand The Analects of Confucius?"
Zhou Qing slapped the table, "Write!"
Zhou Huaishan curled his lips and said, "Just write."
Put pen to paper.
Although the person is not in tune, Zhou Qing has to admit that Zhou Huaishan's handwriting is very good.
Very imposing.
After Zhou Huaishan finished writing, Zhou Qing said again: "Under this, write "Kiming Junde" to be close to the nine tribes."
This time Zhou Huaishan didn't talk nonsense and just wrote about it.
After he finished writing, Zhou Qing thought for a moment and added: "I insist that the green mountains will not let go, and the roots are still in the broken rocks. It has been strong despite thousands of blows, regardless of the east, west, north, south wind."
Zhou Huaishan was about to start writing when he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Qing in shock, "Daughter, can you still compose poetry?"
Zhou Qing stared at him, "Just write."
"oh."
Watching Zhou Huaishan put pen to paper, Zhou Qing's mind was racing.
It was not easy to copy books in ancient times. She was not completely sure, so she could only use some ancient poems she had read in modern times to deceive the original value.
Take some chances.
This poem is catchy and the wording is quite simple. It is barely reasonable to say that it was written by Zhou Huaishan.
After Zhou Huaishan finished writing, Zhou Qing turned the paper over and looked at it.
Not to mention, Zhou Huaishan's calligraphy matches the momentum of this poem very well.
"Can you paint?"
Zhou Huaishan shook his head, "Are you kidding? If I could paint, would I still be called a dandy? My dear, do you have a misunderstanding about dandy?"
Zhou Qing
She felt the crit from the tutoring assignment.
Other people's families are naughty children, but her family is naughty fathers!
The kind that can't be beaten yet.
Rubbing his forehead, Zhou Qing returned the paper to Zhou Huaishan, "Write all the styles of the word "happy" and "福" that you can write.
Zhou Huaishan came up with a look of reluctance, "Have you written all? A lot. My hands hurt a little."
Zhou Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Write."
Zhou Huaishan sighed, lowered his head and wrote four or five words of blessing, and then said miserably: "I want to go to the hut."
"Write."
"My legs are itchy."
"Write!"
"I'm hungry."
"Write!"
Every time Zhou Huaishan wrote a few words, he started to find excuses to leave. Finally, Zhou Qing couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Zhou Huaishan's leg with his hoe.
"Write it all in one go, or you'll go farming tomorrow."
Huaishan is honest this week.
Zhou Qing took a big breath.
The first step in the long journey of thousands of miles, it has begun!
Zhou Qing and Zhou Huaishan lost their loving father and daughter Xiao, and started to fight like crazy.
The principal room of the Zhou family.
Mrs. Sun was lying on the kang, staring at the beam above her head, and kept sighing.
Mr. Zhou couldn't sleep because of her sigh, "What's wrong with you?"
Sun cried, "What's wrong with me? Are you old and confused? Why did you agree to let the second son go to school? If Qing girl really finds a job in the county, Brother Yuan will have more money to study. Now, all the money is wasted on the second son."
Old man Zhou sighed, "We wronged him at the beginning. Now that he wants to try, let him try. I'm afraid he will hate us in the future."
Sun said unhappily, "Hate it? We feed him, give him water, give birth to him and raise him, and he still hates us?"
Old man Zhou said, "Don't make a fuss. Qing girl gave a hundred coins to hire someone for three days. After three days, I guess she can't pay. We gave her the opportunity. When they can't do it themselves, there is no resentment."
When Sun heard this, her eyes turned.
"Old man, do you mean that you perfunctorily treated them?"
Old man Zhou wanted to explain, but when he thought of Sun's unprincipled partiality for Zhou Yuan, he didn't explain and just hummed.
Now Sun felt relieved, "I was wondering why you are getting old and confused. By the way, Wang Qiang's matter."
Old Master Zhou said seriously, "You'd better give up that idea as soon as possible. If you make a fuss today, all the neighbors will know that Wang Qiang visits brothels. If you let Qing marry him, you are not afraid of being criticized, but I am!"
In the dark, Sun pouted.
How could she let it go?
It's a full five taels of silver.
In the third room.
Zhou Ping told Zhou Huailin and Zhao about his request for Zhou Qing.
Zhao's mouth was so happy that it never bent down.
They also wanted to send Zhou Ping to the clan school in the village before, but Zhou Huaihai killed their idea with a sentence that Zhou Ping was dull.
Zhou Ping only studied for half a month.
This has always been a thorn in the hearts of the couple in the third room, especially every time Zhou Yuan returned home after school, they felt even more uncomfortable.
Now, Zhou Huaishan is studying, and Zhou Ping can learn to read along with him
Zhou Huailin held his son in his arms and patted his head with his rough hands, "Good son, follow your uncle and study hard. Dad will try to let you go to school too."
The voice was a little choked.
Zhou Ping's bright eyes widened, "Dad, don't worry, I know."
At this moment, the third room was more eager than Zhou Qing for Zhou Huaishan to continue studying.