There was nothing to say all the way, and the two returned home. It was already dark. Zhang had already prepared dinner, brown rice, stir-fried vegetables, and a little salt soup. Although it was simple, it had its own farm style. Changsun Jin had already circled around the kitchen many times. If Zhang hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed in and ate it.

The family had a happy meal. Changsunhao briefly mentioned the matter about Gouzi's family. Hearing that Erlang actually dared to stand up for Gouzi alone, Changsunjin smiled and gave him a thumbs up under the table.

After dinner, the Changsun brothers went to the yard to discuss things. Zhang was busy cleaning in the kitchen. Changsun Hong carried his bag and moved a small table to the stove. With the light of the fire in the furnace, he began to worry about the homework assigned by Master Zhou.

What should I do when writing lyrics?

Yu Changsun Hong was not difficult to do this subject. He was a backbone of the literary club in his previous life who had been involved in Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and he also recorded a lot of them in his mind. However, it should not be too exaggerated to use it at this time and here. It should be in line with the identity of a school child, which is not easy to choose.

My mind was circling. The Song Dynasty was definitely not available anymore. The famous lyrics have long been well known. After writing them, they can confirm the name of plagiarism. Master Zhou will definitely beat him with the biggest ruler.

Pour water, ink, paper, and dip the pen in the inkstone. As I thought, I looked up inadvertently, but I saw that my mother, Zhang, had already brought a needlework and sat beside me to sew clothes quietly.

The flames in the stove illuminated Zhang's face. The vertical and horizontal lines were particularly eye-catching under the light of the fire. The hardships of life were as clear as a knife. The white hair and black silk intertwined, the thick cocoons between the fingers, the black mud in the cracks of the nails, and the slightly squinting eyes caused by long-term cooking smoke and fire, which truly showed the portrayal of a rural peasant woman's hard work in front of Changsun Hong.

Seeing Zhang's concentrated flying needles, a piece of ragged maroon slowly became intact under her skillful hands. Changsun Hong suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart. He pinched the brush's hand and squeezed it tightly, as tight as if he wanted to crush the small bamboo tube.

These are ordinary people in the Song Dynasty. They are as tenacious as weeds. No matter how harsh the environment is or how dangerous the world is, they can survive strongly in the gap between blood and fire. They have worked hard all their lives. In addition to supporting their families, they also have to support many people who have nothing to do with them. They cannot eat enough or wear warmth, but they have no complaints. As long as they can survive, they are satisfied. If life can be improved, such as living in a house that does not leak rain and eat meat once a month, it will be a surprise.

Such a person's wishes are as small as dust.

The pain in his heart turned into a ball of turbid air, blocking between his chest and abdomen, and it was blocked, making Changsun Hong pat his chest heavily, and the sound was a little loud, alarming Zhang.

"Erlang, what's wrong?" Zhang asked with concern: "Does it feel uncomfortable?"

Changsun Hongqiang laughed and waved his hand and said, "It's okay, mom, it's okay."

Zhang looked at his face for a long time, but could not see any abnormality, so he lowered his head and continued. Changsun Hong picked up his pen, let out a long breath, fed the ink in the inkstone, used his strength to control the direction of the bamboo tube, and wrote the first word on the paved paper.

After writing calligraphy for a whole afternoon, I finally had some results. The bamboo tubes were no longer so unfamiliar. With just one cup of tea, Changsun Hong wrote a page of straw paper. He put down his pen, raised the piece of paper, and raised his head to dry the ink marks.

"Oh, this word is good." Changsun Jin's voice sounded in his ears. The smart man took the paper without saying a word, shaking his head and commented.

Changsun Hao followed in, grabbed the paper with a handful, and smiled dissatisfiedly: "You don't recognize words, do you know how to be good or bad? Erlang wrote it well, don't mess it up."

Changsun Jin smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head: "What's the point of not recognizing words? Look at this word, it's much more regulated than Erlang wrote before. How could it be better?"

Changsun Hao also raised the paper and looked at it. He smiled. Someone praised his son for his good writing, which was always a happy thing, even if this person was his brother.

Zhang also raised his head and laughed with the man. When she smiled, she did not forget to continue to sew the torn clothes in her hand.

Changsun Hao did not realize that he had taken the paper back, and his words were all turned upside down. Of course, it did not prevent him from putting down the paper and pretending to be serious about educating Erlang: "You should not be proud. Only by practicing your characters well can you catch your eyes. Your Master Zhou is a great scholar who has returned from Lin'an. You must study hard with him."

Changsun Hong was a little stunned. He thought that Master Zhou looked shaking his head. Perhaps he was a scholar in white in the countryside. He had been making a living at Li Guanren's house many times. Unexpectedly, the man from the big city did not know his name and was famous in history.

The Changsun brothers turned over and admired Erlang's words, commented on them, and then happily urged Changsun Hong to wash and go to bed. People in the mountains were stingy with lamp oil and generally did not light the lamps. When the fire in the stove was extinguished, it was time to go to bed and rest.

They slept in the same room with Changsunjin, each lying on a shabby bed. Changsunjin started snoring in a few minutes, and snoring sounded like thunder. Last night, Changsun Hong slept to death. He didn't feel that he couldn't sleep tonight. Even if he used clothes to cover his head, the snoring sound was like an ultrasound and could penetrate into his ears.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Changsun Hong simply put on his clothes and quietly went downstairs to the ground, and went out to the yard to look at the stars.

There was a stone millstone outside the house. Changsun Hong sat on it, looking up at the sky, and saw that there were stars in the sky above the sky. The unpolluted sky was as clean as ink, with stars shining brightly, one by one, and one by one seemed within reach. Changsun Hong breathed deeply the air with the fragrance of the mud at night, and felt that he was completely clear.

I faintly heard a sound from the wing room on the other side, as if someone was talking. I listened carefully and said that it was a conversation between Changsun Hao and Zhang.

In this life, parents talked late at night, and when they were sons, they seemed not to be at the wall, but the night in this small village was too quiet, the plants and trees were silent, everything was silent, and the yard was not big, so Changsun Hong could not refuse to listen.

"His father, Erlang is really enlightened?"

"You can't be wrong. You see, the words he wrote tonight faster and better than ever before. Although I can't read, I can see the strokes. The outlines of horizontal and vertical lines are much better than before."

"Really? That's great." Sobbing seemed to be heard in the darkness.

"Look at you, the child is gone, why are you crying?"

"Yes... I am happy."

"Erlang was originally weak and had a bad health. He finally asked for an opportunity to study, but he was afraid that he would not be able to grasp it. So, if he succeeded in the future, he would not suffer like us."

"His father... Erlang, Erlang really has a future?"

"Of course, he dared to touch the stone today and wanted to hit Li Yi. He is very brave, so he has to mention him in the future. Alas, he is afraid of being timid, but he is also afraid of causing trouble."

"This is all the function of reading?"

"It must be true. It seems that it was right to let him study..."

The couple chatted in the room, with unparalleled joy in their words. The poor couple was happy that the next generation was making their debut, and the thick overflowed with the conversation from the cracks in the door.

Changsun Hong smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came to this life, he was burdened with a heavy burden. If he didn't study hard with his Master, it seemed that he would not be able to get over his conscience.

Shaking his head, he secretly held his feet, touched him back into the room, and quietly lay back on his bed.

He thought he was silent, but he didn't expect that in the dark, Changsun Jin's bright eyes were staring at him silently.
Chapter completed!