Chapter 97 Wang Erlang shows his power

"'''' means close, the same as '''. What is ''elegance'? The elegance here... is elegant words and elegant sounds."

"The sound of books is the branches and leaves of words, and primary school is the foundation of words."

"We are studying to open up wisdom and make up for our own shortcomings, to cultivate our own self-interest, to benefit our actions, and to benefit the world!"

"If you read and read, you will be self-righteous. Elder Ling Hu is arrogant and despised by the same group, only knowing how to make progress and show off, it is better not to learn!"

Zuo Master's sonorous teachings are like a golden drum. The disciples are excited to maintain their innocent nature, and to study and learn with the initial caution, awe, humility and solemnity of their words! After growing up, with the same innocent heart, they are filial to the elders and support the weak.

"Yes! Master!" This time, Wang Ge shouted out with all his strength.

All the disciples are like this.

Guzhi Township, Jiashe Village.

Jia Qin's cold clothes were filled with reeds from last year. Her mouth was frozen into an ugly dark purple color, and she still talked endlessly about the words and principles to Wang Zhu. The gloomy and coldness made Wang Zhu ice every sentence until Wang Zhu shivered, and was as cold as him.

"What is 'dumb'?"

"Even if you have a mouth, you can't speak, and you dare not speak. Brother Zhu, I know you are not convinced, but think about it, who is willing to talk to you except me these days? If you spend a year, three, five years...ah... ten years, Brother Zhu, if I don't rent a house here and the widower is no longer there, who else can you talk to? What's the difference between it and the mute?"

"Brother Zhu. How cruel is your family? Why just name you bamboo? What is bamboo? You know that you are transparent, but you are blocking the ground and blocking the sky! Unless someone cuts you down and cuts it into pieces, your transparency will only be known by others! But at that time...haha, so what is the difference between "bamboo" and "dumb"? You have a mouth! You can't speak!"

"Brother Zhu, brother Zhu, if you don't believe that your family treats you with slutty, when your father comes again, you can try to complain to him. Tell me that my brothers or sisters who miss you, let them take a look at you. Oh... The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and if they refuse to come, are they still close relatives with you? Are they still brothers and sisters?"

Nanshan Villa.

Wang Ge finished lunch in one bite, filled the bamboo tube with hot water, sat back and quickly carved everything he could remember in the morning. After she carved a bamboo slip, other disciples finished eating it one after another.

Hu Zi frowned and burped quietly. No, he had to adjust his position. Wang Ge was too hard to eat, and he couldn't help but follow her and choked.

Starting from Shenshi in the afternoon, snow fell again.

At the beginning of You, the disciples bowed to Master Zuo and celebrated New Year's Day in advance. Hu Zi first left the water pavilion, handed over his hands, frowned like a little boy, raised his head, and raised his white snowflakes, floating indiscriminately, and saw a piece that could fall on his face.

He waited safely.

As a result, a silk umbrella was covered with blue color and blue face. It was Xie Tangzhou, the chief director of the Tianche Craftsman. He smiled and said with a frown: "Yesterday, it was wrong for the uncle of the clan. When the craftsman went back, I knew that she offended Xie Lang. The uncle had no other intentions, so he wanted to ask who Wang Ge Jianggong learned to build a tube-sky cart with? Can the uncle of the clan still not know the reason for the craftsman she made? I was thinking about asking the source and asking more detailed and advanced tube-sky carts. In this way, shorten the time for our Xie family to make a real tube-sky cart, and maybe we can catch up with the spring plowing."

"It's hard for the uncle to explain this. But it seems that the uncle still doesn't understand what I mean. I'm the one who makes a craftsman, just telling you... the first person to make a barrel is Wang Ge. Uncle Clan should drive it, don't delay me from enjoying the snow."

"Okay." Xie Tangzhou was also very tactful and walked to a place where no one was left, and the flattering smile on his face remained unchanged.

Hu Zi looked around the water pavilion and saw Wang Ge, so he went to the kitchen or her house. He didn't. When he returned to the house, there were two child servants standing outside, one named Huamu and the other named Huan.

Yunmu said, "Zhonglang, the banquet time is coming, and sir, let us wait to pick up Zhonglang."

Hu Zi sighed and wanted to say something to Wang Ge, but I really don’t know where she could run in the blink of an eye.

Wang Ge went to the carpenter shop and first found the last branch office, and agreed to spend five dollars to rent tools such as carving knives, and then made two wooden rulers with shameless face to support the five dollars just now.

The inferior craftsman made a wooden ruler for one money, so the principal owed her three money. Wang Ge waved his hand repeatedly and asked for a bunch of pear wood at the corners on the grounds that he was learning to carve. He paid the extra three money and returned happily.

The more I think about the matter, the more I feel that Mrs. Wang is here to ask for waste? But at most these waste can be cut into square pieces of wood that are more than a tiny inch. What can I carve?

Wang Ge hurried to the kitchen, but the stove was turned off and there was no one. Even the stove on the stove was removed.

Then just have a hungry meal! What are you afraid of!

Jiashe Village.

Wang Erlang's three lives have been combined. Apart from fighting with Yehu, he has never fought with anyone. But today, there is one day for the Chinese New Year, and he beaten up his brother.

Wang Sanlang's mouth was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and his left face was in severe pain.

Why?

The reason was that when Wang Sanlang went to the widower's house to see his eldest son in the afternoon, Wang Zhu cried and said that he missed his brothers and sisters.

"Father, do they dislike me? How disgusted? Except for Brother He Cong who came to pick up water, other sisters... Even A Peng and Ai, I almost forgot what they look like. Father, am I different from them? Once I made a mistake, I am no longer the son of the Wang family? Only they are? Woo... Father, it's going to be the New Year, and I feel more and more that no one wants me to go home again. I'm afraid. Father, just because I made a mistake, my brothers and sisters all hate me. I've changed it, I've already changed it! If they don't come to see me, how can I know I've changed it!"

Wang Sanlang felt sad and hugged Erlang and cried. After returning home, he wondered who to ask him to see Azhu, and was willing to persuade him? Ahe definitely couldn't do it, Azhu had seen him. Apeng and Aai were not good either. It was cold, and they stayed in the main room all the time. No matter who he hugged, Ah's father and mother would definitely ask the reason.

That's only A Shu.

A Shu is good and has a weak temper. Once she tells her, she will definitely respond and will definitely advise A Zhu a few more words.

But he miscalculated.

If Wang Shu and Uncle San came to ask for it, it would be such a small matter. Even if she was afraid of the well, she would respond and go there quickly.

But before my sister left, I specifically reminded her: "Ashu, I left this time for a long time, and the one I can't worry about most is actually you. Remember, no matter who asks you for help, as long as you help, you have to leave our yard. Even if it is a small matter, you have to tell your father, or tell your elders. Report to the elders first, and then help others. The others I mean anyone except your elders and your father. Do you understand? Anyone!"

Wang Ge's advice was originally to prevent Jia Wu from finding Wang Shu through Wang He, but he did not think about it and prevented Wang Sanlang and his son.

Wang Shu: "Okay, Uncle San, I will talk to my father first and go there."

"Hey? No, no need..." Wang Sanlang squatted on the spot with worry. He felt a little disappointed. He just had to accompany her over for such a small matter, and he had to talk to his second brother. In this time, he had already reached the well.

"Wang San!" Wang Erlang was furious.

As soon as Wang Sanlang stood up, he was beaten down by his cheek.

The old couple Wang Weng came over and were shocked!

Wang He came to pull his father and was thrown away.

"Wang San! I know why the black-hearted lord has become so bad. It's yours! A pair of black-hearted thief father and son! They are incompetent outside and can only attack their own family! Your niece is afraid of the well, and the whole family knows, even Ai knows! You don't know? You dare not say you don't know? If you don't know, why don't you tell me first and ask me to send her over? You are an uncle, and you just find the younger generation and fool the younger generation. Are you still a human being? Ah? She is only seven years old! You know that she is afraid of the well, but you still ask her to go to the well to talk to your dark-hearted lord? What are you worried about? Ah? The villagers don't know why the monk went to the widower, you don't know? Ah? If you dare to say you don't know, I will tell the neighbors from door to door now!"

Wang Erlang's eloquence has been used at this moment. He didn't even say anything about his scolding, Wang Weng and Jia Yu also understood it.

Wang Weng looked for a broom all over his eyes. Jia Yu had already got it and shouted: "I'll do it! I'll kill this beast!"

As soon as the broom was lifted to the highest point, a pavilion soldier with a horse holding a snowfall on his shoulder shouted at the gate of the yard: "Is it Wang Jianggong's family?"

The author's level is limited. Most of the words of Master Zuo in the article come from "Yan Family Instructions". Please forgive me, please do not study it in detail.

Qing Umbrella Bili: In ancient times, the umbrellas used in different classes and different colors. Qing Umbrella Bili was used by officials of low rank and ordinary scholars.

Jiū: a drooping bent tree. It comes from "Zhou Nan Huan Wood" in the Book of Songs.

Fǔ yǐ: From the Book of Songs, a wild plant that can relieve famine. It is interpreted as plantain in "Er Ya".
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