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Chapter 68 Don't Understand

Zhang Sijiu couldn't help but laugh when he watched Mrs. Xu and Aunt Li's arguing back and forth - no matter how many times I watch this kind of scene, I still find it interesting!
The little aunt of the Li family was like a storm, and ate the big bowl of tofu and fish soup with rice.

After eating, she will feed the little pumpkin seriously.

The little pumpkin has grown bigger now, white and tender, and its small physique is about to catch up with Tiedan - but Zhang Sijiu thinks that it is probably because black looks thinner and white looks fatter.

Anyway, as long as the two of them are placed together, it feels like the little pumpkin is really like a small steamed bun, white and noisy, making people want to take a bite.

Iron egg...

Well, as a mother, the little aunt of the Li family is a bit disgusted.

Little Pumpkin is particularly vicious in breastfeeding now, she and Tie Dan are on one side, and they still fight with each other—yes, they fight.The two little paws keep grabbing me, I push you, and then the little feet keep kicking.

Zhang Sijiu watched it with great interest.I'm also a little embarrassed: this is a typical distraction.

However, the little aunt of the Li family didn't care either.She has plenty of milk, and Tiedan is always by her side. She will eat when she is hungry, and she will eat when she is hungry. Compared with the little pumpkin, it is not a disadvantage at all.

The little aunt of the Li family was feeding the baby, and the other aunt of the Li family finally asked about the Zhang family's repair of the pigsty: "You guys are so nice, why do you think you want to start a house?"

"It's not a house, it's a pigsty." Mrs. Xu didn't mean to hide it, anyway, everyone would know about it soon.

But she still said it nicely: "Someone specially painted us, saying it's more convenient. My aunt also knows about our family's situation. If I want to hold more pigs, I must find a way to get a pigsty. Otherwise Pigs are easy to fight."

Regarding the Zhang family's situation, the Li family's aunt is indeed very clear, and she also knows that there must be only one short of money in their family - but she still feels that even if it is for raising pigs, the money is not worth spending.

Just a few pigs, where is it worth building a house to live in?

Mrs. Xu knew what Li's aunt thought, so she laughed and said, "It's not considered a house, but two sheds. At least it's better to shelter from the wind and rain."

She warmly invited Aunt Li's family: "When it's finished, Auntie will come and take a look. If it's convenient, make one too! I'll ask Xiaoshan to help!"

Among other things, that toilet is really convenient just by looking at it.

Mrs. Xu read it several times today, and found that it will be so convenient to go to the latrine at that time!And both sides are solid soil, just such a ditch, even Xiaobai can't fall in!How safe!
After hearing Yang Yuanding say that she could still use the toilet and flush it, it would be clean and not smelly, so she felt that the money was well spent.

Mrs. Xu loves to be clean, and her house is well-kept, but there is nothing she can do about the pigpens and latrines—she really feels that they are a bit neglected.

For Xu's enthusiasm, the Li family's aunt was really curious, and planned to go and see it when the time came.

Let's see if that money was wasted!

After Little Pumpkin finished feeding, Zhang Sijiu and Mrs. Xu took her home, and they ran into Father Li and his son on the way.The two of them ate bright red and satisfied, and exchanged a few words with Mrs. Xu, and then they parted.

Back home, Zhang Xiaoshan and Yang Shi have already cleaned up the table and washed the dishes.

After a busy day, everyone was really tired, so Mrs. Xu took a bath and went to bed.

Zhang Sijiu finished washing, but he was not in a hurry to sleep.

Instead, he took out the small bamboo slices and reviewed the herbs on them one by one.

These small bamboo slices were split by herself. Each piece is very thin, two fingers wide, about two or three millimeters thick, and it will be off-white after drying.

It is very suitable to write with a thin black charcoal pen.

The only bad thing is that it is very easy to wear off.

This made Zhang Sijiu involuntarily miss the pencil very much.

I couldn't help but made a duck feather pen - I didn't have a goose at home, so I had to use duck feathers instead.

I plucked the hardest quill from the duck's wing, and made the capillary hollow, so that I could write with gray water on the bottom of the pot.Although the water produced every time is almost flooding, it is better than black charcoal.

Fortunately, you only need to write keywords.

Otherwise, Zhang Sijiu really can't help it.

Today, Zhang Sijiu has learned forty kinds of herbs, adding up to forty pieces of bamboo.

Zhang Sijiu reviewed it every day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once at night, without interruption.

This is the way to recite, review frequently, recite frequently, and remember the key words firmly so that you will not forget.

This is what Zhang Sijiu summed up after studying medicine for so many years: There are too many professional terms in medicine. Once there is a problem in reciting, the exam will definitely become a big head-butt scene.

It wasn't until the review was over that Zhang Sijiu put away the bamboo pieces neatly with satisfaction, and went to bed again.

After a while, Zhang Sijiu planned to get some thin ropes, thread all these bamboo pieces, and hang them on the beams of the house!In this way, you can read it at any time, and you don’t have to worry about getting the words messed up during the packing process!
Before that, you have to pass the Ming road first.

The next day, Yang Yuanding came early in the morning, and brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

However, Zhang Sijiu was useless, he directly pulled him to a bunker—yes, a bunker.She didn't even want to make a sand table, so she dug a hole directly, and then went to the river to dig some clean sand.

Then I folded a bamboo strip at random, and it was considered a pen.

This bunker can be used for teaching and calligraphy.

Yang Yuanding had never seen such an old and simple learning place before. He was stunned for three seconds, and then he widened his eyes: "Good guy, as long as the thinking doesn't slip, there are indeed more ways than difficulties!"

Then I went around the sandpit several times, and I was so interested that I was speechless.

Finally, Yang Yuanding said in a hurry: "Si Jiu, have you ever seen the old man practicing calligraphy in the square?"

Zhang Sijiu remembered instantly.

Those old men wrote every word well.Holding a broom-like pen, dipped some water, and wrote on the ground.

Then wait for it to dry naturally, leaving no trace.

Pure economy and brilliance!

Yang Yuanding rubbed his chin: "How about I go fix it later?"

Zhang Sijiu pondered for a moment, and finally chose to cheer him up: "Then work hard. If it really works, how much money should be saved!"

But in her heart, she knew that there was a high probability that this matter would not come true: the ground was big enough to do this, but... such a large piece of ground might cost a lot of money.

Moreover, there is no way to have a piece of land.

It's done, it's a holy place to check in...

However, he was so enthusiastic, Zhang Sijiu didn't want to pour cold water on him.

After Yang Yuanding looked forward to the future, he took out a book from his arms, cleared his throat, and prepared to start teaching.

　Next update, around eleven o'clock~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)