The belly of the fish was white in the east, and the rooster crowed to start a day of farm life.
Households wake up from their sleep, women begin to boil water to cook, and men carry water or arrange farm tools to prepare to eat and start the day’s work.
This is a village under the Jin State Liancheng. There are three to four hundred people in the village. They have only one surname and belong to one family. Therefore, this village is called Mojia Village after their surnames.
At the east end of village, there are several houses scattered among them. Among them, a brick house with a single-door courtyard is very conspicuous among these earth houses. It is conspicuous because its raw materials are obviously much better than other houses. The roof tiles are thick and the wall tiles are neat. At first glance, you can see that it is not fired by the local folk law, and the courtyard walls are not like other earthen houses. It is made of bamboo sticks, but made of fine bamboo sticks. But it was more dilapidated than other houses, the roof shattered tiles were not cleaned up, the courtyard wall was broken, and the vegetable plots in the courtyard were chaotic.
At this time, the door of the small courtyard opened, and a little girl with pigtails and a pale yellow face came out. She was about six or seven years old. She was very thin, with a vegetable face and old clothes. However, her whole body was clean and tidy, her hair was not combed, and her clothes were very clean.
I saw that she pulled up the chicken coop first and drove the chicken out, then walked to the kitchen in the side house, opened the door, and washed her face with cold water. After washing her face and gargle, she rolled up her sleeves to measure the rice, scooped water from the water tank to wash, and moved a small stool to the side of the stove, stood on the stool and lowered the rice to the cauldron, and started to burn.
Liancheng is located in the south of Jin, with a mild climate and very suitable for growing rice, so rice straws are used for fire. Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise a girl of this age, how can she chop firewood.
Not long after, there was a noise from the main room door, and a pale woman walked into the kitchen.
The little girl who was burning quickly jumped up: “Mother, why are you up? Go and rest for a while, and the meal will be ready soon.”
The woman smiled and touched her head: “Tiange, you can do these things, you go and play.”
“No,” the little girl insisted, pulling her into the room, “Mother, you can’t blow air, I can do these things.”
”This is just a small matter…”
“I will do little things, mother, do you still want to faint and make me worry?”
The woman was blocked by these words.
The little girl said again: “Mother, you can take a good rest. When you’re done, I won’t do this.”
The delicacy in the words of made the woman smile, but mixed with bitterness, her tone softened: “Okay, my mother will get better as soon as possible, and I won’t let Tiange suffer anymore.”
Dongfang glows red, and the porridge also exudes the fragrance of rice. The little girl took the small bench, scooped two bowls carefully, and went to the corner of the house to fish for some pickles, one by one to the main room.
The porridge and pickled vegetables are very light and there is no superfluous dishes. One is a patient and the other is a child. No wonder there is no ruddyness on their faces. The woman looked at her daughter with a distressed look. The little girl didn’t see it, but just drank porridge.
After breakfast, the woman took care of her daughter again, then took off the cloth bag hanging on the wall and hung it on her shoulder, saying: “Go to school, listen to the husband, and study hard .”
“Well, I went to school.”
As the sun started to rise, the little girl stepped on the dew all the way to the ancestral hall in the west of the village. There were boys running and laughing on the road.
Seeing her walking on the road, a ten-year-old boy was sneaking up behind him. He suddenly rushed up, grabbed her braid and pulled, laughing, “Mo Tiange, your braids are so real Ugly, you should shave your head.” After speaking, he ran away again.
Mo Tiange, with his braids torn apart, gave him a fierce look: “Give me back the hair rope!”
The kid made a grimace with a wink: “Return you? Why do you want to return you? If you have the ability, you can grab it, grab it!”
How could the child stand the provocation, Mo Tiange flicked his braid and chased it to the boy.
“Haha, really stupid, I’m here!” The boy is very flexible and strong. There is no comparable to her thin body. Every time she turns, she throws her away and makes her angry.
After a while, Mo Tiange was panting. At this moment, a girl’s voice came from far behind: “Brother, what are you doing?”
Hearing this sound, both of them stopped.
A seven or eight-year-old girl ran up and saw Mo Tiange’s scattered braids, she immediately glared at each other: “Brother, you are not allowed to bully Tiange, and bring things back!”
The boy who was still fierce just now suddenly grumbled: “I just teased her.”
The girl raised her eyebrows and stared at her elder brother: “You still say! I will go home and tell my father if you don’t pay it back, that you are bullying your sister.”
The boy’s face is even more bitter: “What kind of sister is she? She doesn’t live with us.”
“Our grandfather Tiange is also called grandfather, why isn’t it a younger sister? You say I will go back and tell dad now!”
“All right, I’ll just give it to you.” The boy tucked the hair rope on his hand and left quickly.
Seeing him go, Tian Ge whispered: “Thank you, Tian Qiao.”
Mo Tianqiao raised a smile: “Don’t thank me, he’s wrong. Here, pay you back!”
Mo Tiange took the hair rope and tied his braids indiscriminately.
“I’ll do it.” Mo Tianqiao saw that she was **** sloppyly, and simply untied her braids and remade it. She is half a head taller than Mo Tiange, and she can braid her braids smoothly without squatting down.
After weaving the braids, Mo Tianqiao carefully took out a paper bag from his pocket and opened it: “Tiange, come and eat cakes.”
Mo Tiange took the thing she handed over, which was a sweet potato cake. She whispered: “Thank you.”
She usually doesn’t have any cakes or candies to eat. Her mother has been sick all the time. Although she is still hungry, she has no surplus food. Only when her grandfather buys candies during New Year’s holidays, she will get some.
Tianqiao and her brother Tianjun are the uncle’s children. Tianqiao is very good to her and always divides her snacks among her.
“Let’s eat together.”
“Hmm.”
The two ate all the way, and walked to the ancestral hall together.
The family school of the Mo family is located in the ancestral hall in the west of the village. An old scholar in the village is the master of the school and teaches the children of the clan to study. As it is ethics, all children in Mojia Village can enroll without paying tuition fees. However, the villagers have been digging in the ground for generations, and most of them just hope that their children will recognize a few big characters in the future, so that they can count and count. The children came to study in the morning and went to help the family in the afternoon. Only a few children with high hopes stayed until the afternoon.
Mo Tiange and the two entered the ancestral hall. The room was full of children. The youngest one was six or seven years old, and the older one was 13 or four years old. They were both boys, and only the two of them were girls.
The world believes that women’s ignorance is virtue, and the same is true of Mo family studies. The daughters of Mojia Village rarely go to school. They help the family with housework from the beginning. Only people with well-rounded family My daughter sent me a few words.
Mo Tianqiao is like that. She is the direct descendant of the elder of the Mo family. Because she is the eldest granddaughter and a compatriot with the eldest grandson, she is also highly regarded in the family.
She and Tiange are the only two in this generation who named them from generation to generation.
But Mo Tiange’s situation is different.
Mo Tiange’s mother was originally the fourth girl from the patriarch’s family, now she is called Si Niangzi. She was not born by the patriarch’s wife, but was born outside when the patriarch was young. Therefore, the family treated her very coldly. Moreover, she was sick in the womb, with constant minor illnesses throughout the year, and became more and more neglected.
Ten years ago, a scholar came from the village to stay here, met her several times, and somehow asked the patriarch for marriage. Although the patriarch didn’t like this daughter, he was afraid that others would have bad intentions, so he asked him to stay in the village. Who expected this scholar would not object. Soon the two became relatives and lived in the village.
Unfortunately, in the third year, the scholar was going to go far away, but he never returned.
Because her father never goes back, she is the only blood. Tiange not only has her surname Mo, but her name also varies from generation to generation. She has been raised as a boy.
When there was a quarrel in the school, a cough came from the inside. The children in the room immediately calmed down, and an old master with a half-white beard and majestic face walked out of the inside.
Seeing all the students sitting obediently, no one is making noise, the old master nodded in satisfaction, took a book from the case, and said: “Have you learned the first paragraph of yesterday’s “Disciple Guidance”?”
The school hall is quieter. These children are just for literacy. Wherever they can study seriously, teaching ten characters is half the time.
The old master frowned and called out: “Mo Tianjun, you can memorize it.”
Mo Tianjun stood up quickly, but his face was wrinkled, and he didn’t have the arrogant pride when he bullied Mo Tiange.
only listened to his expectation and began to recite: “Parents call, do not delay. Parents order, do not be lazy. Parents must teach, you must listen carefully. Parents are responsible, you must obey.”
The old master nodded: “Yes, continue.”
”Winter is warm, summer is scorching. In the morning, saving, and faint is determined. If you come out…you must tell, but you must…” After reading this, he scratched his head and thought for a while, but he also remembered Does not come out.
secretly looked up at the Master’s face, but saw the Master’s face serious, and quickly lowered his head.
“Huh!” The master snorted coldly, and said, “What did you do last night? Why did you recite it?”
Mo Tianjun whispered twice, without daring to answer.
“Hand.”
Hearing the words, Mo Tianjun’s face was as bitter as guts, but he didn’t dare to disobey the master, so he only stepped forward and carefully extended his left hand.
Master’s thin hand held the ruler and patted his palm. Mo Tianjun was shocked, and simply flattened his hands~IndoMTL.com~ turned his head and didn’t look.
The ruler lifted up high and hit him hard with a “pop”. The children in the whole school didn’t dare to speak out, for fear that the next one would be himself.
After five hits, Mo Tianjun’s palms were already red, and the master put away the ruler: “Next, Mo Tianwei.”
”Yes.” Another child stood up and began to recite, “Parents call, do not delay. Parents order, do not be lazy. Parents must teach and listen. Parents must obey…”
This kid stumbled and finally had his back completely, and the master finally relaxed his brows: “Go back and learn more, next one.”
Feeling Tianqiao moving around, Mo Tiange asked in a low voice: “Tianqiao, what’s the matter?”
Mo Tianqiao bitter face, and whispered back: “I’m not familiar with memorizing either. I don’t know if I can memorize it later.”
“Hurry up and remember now, it’s still too late.”
“That’s it.” Mo Tianqiao quickly opened the page and recited silently in his heart.
“Mo Tiange.”
Mo Tiange quickly stood up: “Yes, Master.”
She thought for a while, and began to recite: “Parents call, do not delay. Parents, do not be lazy. Parents must teach, you must listen. Parents must obey. The winter is warm, the summer is cold. Morning Saving, fainting is determined. If you come out, you must sue, but you must face it. Permanence, no change in karma…”
”After three years of mourning, I often mourn. The residence has changed, and the wine and meat are absolutely extinct. The funeral ceremony, the sacrifice of sincerity. The dead are the same as the life.”
A slight smile appeared on the face of the Master: “Okay, I have a good back. Today, you can start to watch’Exit the Brother’.”
“Yes, Master.”
She sighed in relief, opened the book, and looked at the next paragraph.
Although these Mo family children don’t care whether they learn well or badly, the old master is a very scholarly temperament. He treats his schoolwork very harshly. It is not easy to get his approval.