Poor family mother and son

Villagers from several nearby villages came to watch the ceremony, as well as students and parents from the college. The whole playground was crowded inside and outside, leaving only an open space in the middle for the apprenticeship ceremony.

Duke Yong'an and his son are here in person. Who wouldn't come and see the excitement?
The magistrate of Jiqing Prefecture personally acted as the master of ceremonies, and the magistrate of Xingtang County even held the pot with his own hands, pouring water into Xiaobao's hands to purify him.

The prefect and county magistrate all came spontaneously, and Chu Qing did not send any invitations to them.

But they have to come. When a prince of the country comes here, they local officials have to come to participate and perform no matter what their purpose is.

What's more, these two people actually took advantage of Yong'an Public University: Xingtang County became the economic center of Jiqing Prefecture, relying on the Chu family's industry, and Jiqing Prefecture became a major tax payer for the imperial court, which was also due to the Chu family's industry. The prefect is new this year.

These two people voluntarily and voluntarily served this apprenticeship ceremony with their eyes shining brightly - they did not dare to directly curry favor with Duke Yong'an, but later on they could send their nephews to Mr. In the future, the children from this family will also have the same title as the prince!
Mr. Xie stood opposite Xiaobao, unable to hold back his emotions. His hands were shaking slightly, and his lips were shaking slightly. His lips moved but no sound came out.

Swallowing hard, Mr. Xie accepted the gift from Xiaobao.

Ten strips of dried meat, this is the most basic ritual of binding, a rule passed down by Confucius. Mr. Xie's hand holding the tray was shaking all the time.

Before these ten dried meats, Mr. Xie also got an entire bookstore and countless books.

"Let's pray!" Magistrate Ji Qing presided over the ceremony.

He was infected by Mr. Xie's emotions and was very excited, and his voice was a little distorted.

Xiaobao cupped his hands to the ground, and his forehead also reached the ground.

Mr. Xie's tears fell: "Students, you should be knowledgeable, review, understand, practice, and be humble. If you have done these five points, you have achieved something in your studies. I am proud of you as a teacher; I am proud of you;
You are the first disciple of my master, you are also a disciple who has entered the family, and you are also a disciple who has closed the door. Being a master for this life is enough! "

Closed disciple?Did you open the door and then close it?

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Chu Qing heard the heartbreaking voices of countless people, especially the loudest voice from the magistrate Jiqing who was closest to her.

"The disciples have been taught personally and will never forget them. Their love comes from their true heart. Once they are teachers, they will be fathers forever. Disciples will respect their teachers and teach them, cultivate the conduct of a gentleman, do the things of a gentleman, and remember their teacher's kindness forever!" Xiaobao said.

Xiaobao paid homage to his wife again. Mr. Xie’s old wife just shed tears and could not say anything. However, she tied a red string on Xiaobao’s hand with her own hands, then patted Xiaobao’s wrist, and everything was gone. Hit the mark.

There is a small peach wood Ruyi on the red rope.

This was prepared by Mr. Xie's wife when she was pregnant with their third son, but he never imagined that the child would die just after birth, causing a lifetime of pain.

Now this red rope is tied to Xiaobao's hand, which means that although Mr. Xie has accepted a disciple, Mrs. Xie has accepted a son.

But if she couldn't say it clearly, how could she dare to snatch her son from Mr. Yong'an?It's just an expression of one's feelings as one's own.

In the front row of the crowd watching the ceremony, Old Huang Zhong was also very excited. He smiled with a loving look on his face. He also liked this child, and he also liked the girl Chu Qing.

In his heart, he believed that the mother and son were his children and grandchildren, but he could not say it out loud.

Then he glared at Huang Laosan next to him: Humph, you are an unfilial son!
Huang Laosan touched the back of his head aggrievedly - what kind of anger did the old man get?I didn’t offend him either!

Mr. Nie was jealous. He had also taught Xiaobao, but he knew that he could not compare with Mr. Xie.

However, although Mr. Nie was a little envious, he was only grateful to Chu Qing and his mother.

Because Gong Yong'an had given him a way out to make a living regardless of past grudges, and now he personally recommended his second son to become an official.

After the apprenticeship ceremony, Xiaobao did not forget Mr. Shen who had patiently taught him in Zhouxue. Accompanied by Chu Qing, he went to Zhouzhou with several sets of calligraphy and paintings by famous artists and colorful illustrated travel notes printed by Chujia Bookstore. School (now changed to Fu Xue), visited Mr. Shen and presented him with a banner embroidered with "Noble moral character and selfless dedication, good guidance by words and deeds".

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"Girl Qing, are you busy with anything now? The stone lacquer has been delivered." Huang Zhong asked cautiously, his eyes filled with hope. Huang Laosan followed him carrying a wooden bucket.

"Now?" Chu Qing shouted: "Dad, it's almost midnight, you should go to bed!"

Chu Qing asked for stone lacquer, and the Blue House in Kyoto sent people to Jiqing Mansion overnight, and it was delivered tonight.But during the day, Xiaobao accompanied Xiaobao to perform apprenticeship ceremonies and visit Mr. Shen. Xiaobao left her alone to deal with the officials. He went to play with the Chu family boys, but she was exhausted. What's the matter? Can't we do it again tomorrow?

"Can't sleep." Huang Zhong said pitifully.

"Uh..." Chu Qing suddenly felt that it was not easy to deal with an old child: "Okay."

As soon as Chu Qing agreed, Huang Zhong immediately became happy, but his smile suddenly faded and he yelled at Huang Laosan: "Bring the things in, and then you disappear for me immediately!"

Others raise children to take care of themselves in old age, but Huang Zhong takes care of his children until he is old.

Although Chu Qing didn't mind Huang Laosan staying with him, Huang Zhong didn't want what Chu Qing had researched to be known to outsiders.

Yes, he wanted to help Chu Qing protect these secrets. For keeping secrets, Huang Laosan was an outsider in the eyes of his biological father.

Huang Laosan was in a frenzy!

Am I still your biological son?People say, "The old son and grandson are the lifeblood of the old lady." Even if you are not the old lady, you are still my dear old man. Why do you look down on me so much?
Really!

After your mother is gone, you will not recognize any of your relatives, only Qingqing!

Chu Qing looked at Huang Laosan sympathetically and "comforted" him: "Don't forget to close the door, dad can't stand the wind."

Huang Laosan was angry!

Even if he was angry, he had to hold it in. Huang Laosan carried the oil barrel in, then carefully carried the boxes containing the experimental equipment, then quietly closed the door from the outside and left.

The sound of leaving footsteps was heavy and heavy.

The boy at the Blue House in Kyoto worked carefully. He checked several boxes and found that the various glass instruments inside were well fixed. They had to rush to deliver them so quickly after such a long journey without any damage. It was really hard for them. .

Moreover, the three-branched candlestick was also inside. After thinking for a long time, Chu Qing recalled that he left it at the Blue House last time and did not bring it back to Linyang Mansion. No wonder Xiaorou said that she couldn't find it after searching through the house.

Chu Qing's glassware is all very large, especially the distillation flasks. The mouth of the bottle is as thick as a wrist, so that a thermometer can be inserted.

Thanks to the thermometer being large enough, Old Huang Zhong also wore spectacles, which allowed him to see clearly the kerosene collected when the temperature reached between 150 and 300 degrees after the gasoline was fractionated.

"Did you see that stone paint is a mixture and has no fixed boiling point? It can be fractionated into different products by constant heating and condensation." Chu Qing said.

Then he told Huang Zhong: "Dad, let me clean these utensils, and you can do them again."

Without doing it himself, the impression was not deep. Chu Qing was about to let Huang Zhong do it for a while, but the old man's eyes were so bright: "Okay!"

This night, neither of you can sleep, let's just play!
When it was almost dawn, there were already several glass bottles of gasoline, kerosene, diesel and dark heavy oil that Chu Qing called "residual oil" on the table.

Chu Qing said that if Huang Zhong was willing to go to bed obediently, then when he woke up, he would take him to play with "residual oil" and turn the "residual oil" into asphalt.

Huang Zhong had to put down everything in his hands.

He really couldn't hold on anymore. At such an old age, staying up late was very harmful to the body.

Chu Qing poured some of the gasoline distilled by Huang Zhong himself onto his hands and said, "Rub the dirty parts of your hands."

Huang Zhong is getting older and was stained with oil during operation. Although he wiped it with a dry cloth, there are still black marks. Now he can't wash it off with water.

Huang Zhongke was heartbroken: "Please pour less. This is what I got out. I want to take it back as a souvenir. When I die, these bottles and jars will have to be put in my coffin!"

Chu Qing felt a little sad. She turned around and opened the window for ventilation, pretending not to hear the ominous words: "Rub your hands well! It's impossible for you to ask me to pour more gasoline. This thing will burn your hands and evaporate. If you pour more gasoline, it will be full." Not to mention the smell of the house, the skin on your hands will start to grow again later!"

Huang Zhong saw that after being soaked in gasoline, the black marks were cleaned up with just a rub. He felt very magical and asked, "What's going on? Is it fighting poison with poison? Or is it just the original food turned into soup?"

Chu Qing: "..."