Chapter 91 White Crane Knocks on the Door

Literate people are more thoughtful, so they should meet less with Jia Qin in the future. After nightfall, Wang Zhu couldn't sleep. The more he hated Jia Qin, the more he could not forget the allusion that the other party told him about "painting the ground as a prison", and he could not forget the allusion after telling the allusion.

those words.

"Brother Zhu, since you came here, the frequency of fetching water from your home has decreased. Is it because the water tank has become smaller? Your home is less than a hundred feet away from the well. Why can't your father come to see you? Why don't you dare to go back to visit him?

?Because we all know in our hearts that this place...is a prison!"

"Brother Zhu, this is a real prison! There are no fences around, so you don't dare to go out! If you don't accept it, will you go home?"

"Haha, Brother Zhu, you see, you and I are both sentenced as prisoners by our relatives. Haha, have we really done something wrong? Then who has not done anything wrong? Why are we only sentenced as prisoners? It's because

We are weak! Brother Zhu, they think they are good, but they are bullying us!"

Wang Zhu couldn't sleep more and more, so he moved outside, farther away from the widower, and then sighed with relief. Aweng's place is very good, and he can eat every meal, but no matter how good it is, it's not better than at home. Every day in the widower's house

When walking around in the sight, he is always restrained and does not dare to speak loudly, or even dare to cough loudly or fart. For example, he is also cold now and wants to put on a bed, but how dare he bring it up? If he is at home and he is really cold, he can hug his father or

It's not possible for my brother to keep warm in a stranger's house.

Wang Zhu hates Jia Qin, but what the other party says sticks to him like a thorn. It hurts and cannot be shaken off. Is it really like what the other party said, is he in jail? He is a son of the Wang family, why should he be put in jail?

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It was Wang Ge's idea, right? She was the only one who guessed that he caught the rat that night, but she dared to tell her eldest father without proof? So, she must have made up a lie! Definitely!

Otherwise, how could the eldest father treat his grandson so cruelly?

Wang Ge...Wang Ge...the eldest brother...are all so cruel!

Feiliufeng Jingshe.

On Wang Ge's desk, a bronze oil lamp burned against the wall. This was the first time she had seen a bronze oil lamp since her time travel. All of her candlesticks were made of pottery.

Using the light, she stroked one stroke at a time, using the most concise words to record what Jingnu told Huzi after saying goodbye: "Formal school children receive one tube of sesame candle oil per month, one ink block per day, and ten bamboo slips. All utensils

, we will distribute it to the residence at a fixed time every day. The two masters will give formal lectures at Qinquan Shuixie on the 28th and 29th of the twelfth lunar month. They will rest on the first day of the lunar month on the 30th of the twelfth lunar month. Lectures will resume on the next day until the 10th.

"We have a holiday from the 11th to the 19th, and students can go home to celebrate the Lantern Festival. Lectures will resume on the 20th until the end of the month. On the end of the month, the mid-spring study timetable will be announced."

Wang Ge wrote, shook his head, and used a carving knife to scrape off the excess words until he could no longer reduce the words and the sentences were smooth and understandable.

Ever since Adi learned to read, she understood that the reason why ancient records were expressed in the most concise words was because ink was precious.

The inkstone provided in the house is a "concave-centered inkstone" and comes with an "inkstone" the size of her palm. The inkstone is used to sharpen ink.

It was said to be an ink block, almost in the shape of a pancake, about the same size as a copper coin. After crushing, grinding, and dissolving it with water, there were rough objects inside. She didn't know what they were, so she used the tip of her pen to pull them to the edge of the inkstone.

When writing, I felt that it was even worse than what Master Zhang sent to my brother. First, the ink was not dark, and second, there were still small particles of sand like debris.

Even so, Wang Ge was happy to be content. In this ancient era, she, a little girl from a peasant family, had the opportunity to read and write. She also had ink, candles, slips, and enough food supplies every day. How could she not be dissatisfied?

Yes, she did make many utensils that were beyond the principles of this era, and they played a certain or very important role in the performance of Magistrate Huan. But what? If you encounter a corrupt or bad official, bully her

Not to mention all the credit, it is possible that her family may be ruined, or she may be imprisoned in a craftsman's shop, and eventually forced to work. These are not impossible!

But Magistrate Huan basically gave her everything she deserved. Property was the least important, but qualifications were the most important! She would never take these things for granted. From the initial reward to the time she was admitted to Nanshan Guanshu, she was always grateful.

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Relying on others in this era, she must learn to survive little by little and strive for progress while accepting her destiny, instead of being so stupid as to think that time travelers are omnipotent and despise the wisdom of the ancients.

"Du, Du." Two light knocks on the door interrupted Wang Ge's calligraphy practice.

When she opened the door, she was startled at first, then couldn't believe it and thought she was dreaming.

White bird crimson crown!

The person knocking on the door turned out to be a white crane!!

This crane was obviously fed by humans. This was not the first time it knocked on the door at night. It only knocked with its mouth and refused to enter. After looking at Wang Ge, it was not afraid and went to knock on the next room.

The door next door didn't open, and immediately a child's voice shouted: "I know!"

Wang Ge thought the crane would keep knocking, but it only hit the third room and then flew away.

So beautiful! Its bright wings and slender neck figure streak across the deep night sky. It really deserves the title of "fairy".

She closed the door and sat back at the desk. She really wanted to write down what she had just seen, but unfortunately with her calligraphy skills, there were too many strokes for the word "Crane", and the slender bamboo slips did not bloom!

Write small dots... squeeze them into a black dot.

That's all. I originally went to Guanshu to learn how to read, but now I can't write properly.

Before arriving at Maozheng the next day, Wang Ge followed the route pointed out by Jingnu yesterday to find the cook. It was an open-air bamboo shed with nine stoves under the shed, all of which were three-burner stoves. Each stove was equipped with two stove servers, too.

There are men and women, both in their prime.

"Don't run around!" A servant girl called to Wang Ge, pointed to the stove far away and said, "You just came? There are three stove leaders. The first one is a formal schoolboy, and the other five are other schoolchildren.

Yes, don’t make the wrong move in the future.”

"Thank you, Madam, for your advice. I am an official schoolboy." Wang Ge was neither humble nor arrogant, and did not bow to the other party. Huan Zhen had taught her that as long as she entered the Nanshan Villa, she must not salute to the servants, tenants, or slaves. It was against etiquette.

The official breakfast for school children consists of a bowl of wheat and bean porridge, a piece of sesame cake, and vegetable sauce. The food is served on a ceramic plate, rectangular, with large and small grids inside, and the format is the same as the dinner plate she used in her previous life. She walked back quickly

, when passing by Huzi's residence, the child just opened the door and came out, shivering from the cold.

"Huzi, don't go. Eat this."

"Thank you, Miss."

Wang Ge smiled at him. She didn't know why, but she always felt that the other person was weaker than ordinary children. Helping children get breakfast in the cold weather was nothing to her who was used to being busy.

Jing Nu quickly caught up with Wang Ge. There was no one around. She reminded in a low voice: "Miss Wang, you don't have to have close contact with this boy in the future."

Wang Ge looked at the other party with a questioning expression.

Jingnu was very satisfied and continued: "He has only arrived not long ago, but he is just like the child slaves like me. I only heard that his name is Huzi, but I don't know his last name. I don't know that he is a poor in-law from the master's family who lives far away.

And... you really shouldn't have eaten the preserved meat he gave you yesterday. I heard this from the servant who sent him to the villa. This boy likes to catch mice, and he is so poor. Guess... what kind of preserved meat could it be?

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Wang Ge slightly lowered his eyes and said with embarrassment: "My family is also poor. I have also caught rats. Sometimes I hate rats for wasting food, so I also roast rats. When roasting, the rats are still alive and squeaking..."

"Ah!" Jingnu jumped up and ran away, retched, and left quickly without looking back. She will probably never get close to Wang Ge again in the future.

At this time, Wang Ge thought about the word "Jingnu" and realized its meaning. The name "Jingnu" given by the Xie family to this child servant did not mean chastity and tranquility. It was a warning to the other party to be silent and self-restrained and not to be disrespectful.

Word!
Chapter completed!