Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

After Chen Xiujuan settled down, she didn't talk much every day. She just worked diligently and could endure hardships better than anyone else in her family.

Her sister Chen Xiu'e knew that she was a burden to the family, so her temper became much softer and she was not as mean as before.

After Feng Qinkui and Wang Cuimei had an affair, the Feng family's income dropped sharply, and Feng Dazhuang spent day and night working in the shop.

His daughter-in-law, Li Huahua, was due to give birth in a few months. Then there would be another family and another mouth to eat, so he would have to work harder.

Such a big thing happened to the family, but after all, one's vitality was seriously damaged.

He Miao was busy and laborious, and it took a long time for him to make some delicious food to reward the five internal organs temple.

The library she brought with her through time travel was almost covered in dust.

I opened the "Suiyuan Food List" and found a pastry called Three-Layer Jade Belt Cake, which looked delicious.

The book writes, "Use pure glutinous flour to make cakes, divide them into three layers; one layer of flour, one layer of lard and white sugar, sandwich them together, steam them, and cut them into pieces."

Follow the steps in the recipe, it's easy.

After steaming, she chose a ceramic plate with a broken edge. Although it was chipped, it had a special beauty.

Carefully put the jade belt cake on the plate, and then pour some honey mixed with osmanthus on top, which looks like an industrial style presentation.

It tastes dense, fragrant, sweet but not greasy.

Mrs. Liu was weaving baskets in the courtyard. She didn't like sweet food and didn't eat a piece of it.

Yuen Long, Huandi and Dabao were playing. When they saw the white, tender and sweet pastries, they all came over to eat them.

"Is Mrs. Feng at home?" There was a knock on the wooden door.

During the day, the door of the house is never locked, and the courtyard door is often just ajar, and the villagers go straight in and out.

Who would knock on the door so politely at this hour?

Mrs. Liu stopped what she was doing and asked inquiringly, "Who is at home?"

He Miao went over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was an old man with white beard and hair, a kind face and kind eyes, but his clothes were extremely simple.

The duck-blue gown has been washed white, with hair balls all over the shoulders, and patches all over the body.

"May I ask you are……?"

The old man smiled and said, "Is this Mrs. He from Yuen Long? My surname is Zhou and my given name is Boda. I am the wife of the village academy."

He stroked his beard, smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't be seen, and his words were gentle and polite, making people feel like spring breeze.

"Please come in please come in."

He Miao introduced Zhou Boda into the house. When Liu saw him, he quickly stood up, wiped his hands on his waist, and came forward.

"Master Zhou? What brought you here? Miao'er, go and pour tea for Master Zhou!"

"Hey!" Seeing her mother-in-law's enthusiastic look, He Miao knew that this person was popular at home.

Zhou Boda: "Mrs. Feng, you don't have to be polite. I'm a fellow villager. It's been a long time since I've been here to sit down."

He was an old scholar who was unsuccessful in his official career. In his early years, he worked as a lawyer in the town, wrote letters, and sold calligraphy and paintings.

He never married or had children in his life, and served his parents until their parents passed away one after another, and then he traveled around to study.

When I got older and saved some money, I wanted to shine in my later years, so I moved to Jiuxing Village.

He is now sixty-five years old. In that era, it was the age when "most of the body was buried".

I just want to encourage more students to learn and guide more children to study before I die.

Jiuxing Village is a remote village. The villagers mainly make a living by farming and there are very few scholars.

Zhou Boda lobbied the villagers all day long to send school-age children to the academy. As for Shu Xiu, he bluntly said that "it depends on the situation."

This also means that his academy has been unable to make ends meet all year round.

Zhou Boda did not worry or push for anything, and used his own money to keep the college running.

Not only do the villagers have no extra money to pay Shuxiu, they can't even guarantee their children's study time.

Children in the countryside have a lot of work to do. Raising pigs, feeding chickens, cutting firewood, and herding cattle are all jobs for children at home.

Therefore, even if he tried his best to recruit several students, he was often called home to work one after another in class.

However, he is a man of deep obsession, completely focused on his ideals and pursuits, and never gives up.

No, he thought that the two children of the Feng family were old enough to go to school, and after finishing the autumn harvest, they could come to the academy for enlightenment.

At this time, He Miao brought the brewed sesame and bean tea and handed it over.

Zhou Boda was very particular about etiquette. He took the cup with both hands, lowered his head slightly and said, "Thank you, Miss He."

In the whole village, there are only a handful of people like him who speak politely and are knowledgeable about etiquette.

"Mrs. Feng, is your master Yuen Long feeling better recently?"

Literary people don't speak directly about things officially. They first consider the left and right, and then provide some other preparations to pave the way.

Feng Yuanlang studied in his academy when his brain was still good, and he was the first genius boy he met in many years of teaching.

Zhou Bota cherished his talent. When Yuen Long fell ill and became stupid, he felt no less regretful and sad than Yuen Long's own mother.

Ms. Liu herself took a sip of tea and forced a smile.

"Mr. Zhou is still thinking about our third child. He still looks like that. However, since he got his wife, he has become a lot happier!"

Zhou Boda nodded thoughtfully, still feeling vaguely regretful, but he didn't say much more.

The Feng family recently had a scandal in which the head of the family eloped with the widow, which was the talk of the whole village after dinner.

Zhou Boda, a person who has no ears to hear what is going on outside the window and only reads the books of sages, will inevitably hear a few sentences.

But he is a measured person and knows the rules, so naturally he will not open or lift any pot.

"How is the child, Xiaoxi? I ​​remember that she used to come to the academy to study with her brother."

Only then did He Miao realize why her sister-in-law spoke in a polite manner and sometimes spoke some great truths.

"Well, she helps me, an old lady, with a lot of things at home and abroad on weekdays, but we haven't discussed the marriage yet. If Mr. Zhou has a suitable candidate, don't forget to tell me quietly."

When Mr. Liu said this, he smiled broadly.

Zhou Boda is not a matchmaker. He has the self-discipline and self-restraint of a scholar, and he will definitely not do anything to protect the matchmaker.

When Liu said this half-jokingly, a personal choice appeared in his mind for no apparent reason.

That person often helped out at the academy and also loved reading Song Qingzhou.

Although his train of thought was a bit off topic, in his heart, this young man and woman were a match made in heaven and a match made by earth.

Do not hear what is inappropriate, do not see what is inappropriate, and do not speak what is inappropriate.

This kind of thing is not what he, a master, should say.

He interrupted his "irrational" thoughts and finally got to the point.

"That's good, that's good. I'm here this time for your grandson."

Mrs. Liu raised her eyebrows and said, "Master, did my two little brats cause any trouble by going to your place?"