Chapter 1886 Can't Lose It

And Xiaoshu took his younger brother into the place that Brother Bai said, and he couldn't help it. He also turned his head and looked at Brother Bai who was sitting at the table practicing calligraphy, and the things on the table.

The inkstone given by my grandfather should not be lost, as it would be unfilial to lose it.

The paperweight that my aunt gave me should not be thrown away, it would be disrespectful to lose it.

Good dim sum, when there is a food shortage outside, it is even more impossible to lose it. Losing it is immoral.

And apart from these, it seems that there is nothing to throw away, so you can't throw them a table, right?

And first of all, Brother Bai must have such strength first.

As for asking if Brother Bai has it, he really doesn't have it.

Xiaoshu took his younger brother into the hut. It was not big. There was a small table and two chairs. There was a tea set on the table, and there was a wooden stick on the left hand, which could be used to put clothes, and other things.

Going further inside, there is a collapsed bed, covered with a dark quilt, made of cotton, it should be soft and warm, there are two pillows, and two quilts.

Xiaoshu put the dessert on the table, and also asked his brother to sit down. Then he lifted the pot on the table. There was still water in the pot, and the water in the pot was also warm. It turned out that there was a small pot under the pot. The stove, the fire in the stove is on, and there is a wooden barrel under the table, and the charcoal in the barrel is nothing but a barrel of charcoal.

The small stove on the table is not big, but it is only used to warm water, and it can only use a few pieces of charcoal a day, so a barrel of charcoal can be used for nearly a month.

Xiaoshu remembered this. When he worked for the rich owner's house one year, these charcoal were used in the rich owner's house. I heard that the charcoal was very expensive, more expensive than the food they ate.

He clenched the pot in his hand, and then picked up two cups, placed them on the table, filled the cups with water, and then fed a cup of water to his brother.

Xiaomu drank the water obediently, and even smiled naively after eating the dim sum, and Xiaoshu has never seen his brother smile like this in a long time.

"Brother eat."

Xiaomu grabbed a piece of snack with his little hand and stuffed it in Xiaoshu's hand. Xiaoshu put the snack to his mouth and took a careful bite.

The dim sum was delicious, even better than he imagined, and he had never eaten such a delicious dim sum in his life.

When they put away their belongings, Xiaoshu settled his sleeping brother and covered him with the quilt. Then he adjusted his clothes and walked out.

He stood in front of Brother Bai, son, what is Xiaoshu going to do?

"Give me the ink."

Brother Bai picked up a glass of water and poured some on the inkstone. While grinding ink, he also taught Xiaoshu.

He moves slowly, and of course he speaks slowly.

In fact, it is not too difficult, you will understand after a few days of study.

Brother Bai handed the small stone bar in his hand to Xiaoshu and Xiaoshu to bring it over. He also followed the steps taught by Brother Bai, and began to grind the ink. At first, he was very small, and he was afraid of grinding the inkstone broken.

As a result, it was later discovered that the inkstone was as hard as a stone.

If the force is too light, there will be no ink at all.

He gradually increased his strength, and of course he looked a little like him.

And while he was grinding ink, he was also watching Brother Bai write.

Brother Bai dipped a pen in some ink, and then wrote a word on the paper.

"It's a tree."

Brother Bai said to the little tree.

"The middle is another, the right is a wood, and the left is an inch."

Xiaoshu's hand trembled slightly, but he calmed down with pity. He knew that it was Brother Bai who was writing his and his younger brother's name. His father was just a farmer, and his mother was illiterate. When my father and mother were still alive, they would often say that when they were better, and after repaying the debts they owed, they would send him to study, so that they could also become learned people.

It's just a pity, at this point, none of them have read the book, and they don't know the words, and now, he finally knows how to write his name, and also knows the name of Xiaomu.

Brother Bai put down the pen, picked up the papers he had written on, and put them in front of the little tree.

He took out a writing brush from the top of the pen holder, and then found an inkstone from under the table.

This is the first inkstone I used, and the ink color is not bad. I have used it a few times, and the edge of the pen is still sharp.

He put the pen and paper in front of the tree.

"You follow the words written on me to draw red. You are old now, but as long as you work hard, you should still be able to keep up."

Xiaoshu pursed his lips, wondering what he was thinking.

"The old lady Bai is my aunt's former maid, and she is probably literate at around six years old. She was a very difficult learner at first, and she is literate now, so if you study hard, you will definitely It can't be worse than her."

"Who told you this, even the old account of your mother-in-law Bai dared to turn over?"

Bai Mei walked in from the outside with a food basket in her hand.

"Never."

Brother Bai has never heard anyone mention this, and of course he has no intention of entertaining Bai Mei.

"I just use the story of Granny Bai to encourage Xiaoshu."

Bai Mei brought the food basket over, placed it on the table, opened it again, and took out the dishes one by one.

"Your mother-in-law's knowledge is average, and that's just because I'm with a master with average knowledge, and your aunt's handwriting is not as good as me as a maid."

Brother Bai "..."

Well, he didn't dare to mention his aunt.

After Bai Mei set the meal, she saw the little tree standing on the side again. She really wanted to scold him, is this child a dead wood?

"Xiaoshu, don't thank the young master, this is the young master who wants to teach you to read, the little son of your family, but this famous little prodigy in the capital, if you can't learn from him, don't say that it is from our Shuo The palace went out."

Xiaoshu lowered his head, and his eyes were a little red.

Children are children.

No matter how mature a child is, it is still immature.

They are the most vulnerable and the most distressed.

"Thank you, young master," this thank you was also his sincerity.

"Okay," Bai Mei stood up and said to Brother Bai, "Your aunt said, eat first, and then learn to write. This meal has to be eaten first. There is a food shortage outside. No matter how much food you have at home, you can't waste a single meal."

Also, Bai Mei had forgotten about the dumplings.

"The little son of the dumpling went to your aunt, and also ran out of food at your aunt's place."

"I know."

Brother Bai put down his pen, washed his hands in the sink on the side, and then sat down.

Bai Mei walked out with a food basket, and she still had to go to the lady's place, so Brother Bai's affairs in this courtyard were left to Brother Bai.