blue bird song

Chapter 5 The first teacher (1)
In the late spring of the tenth year of Chenghua, Xiayi. Yangji.

There is an ancient embankment in front of the village, under which the clear stream flows happily.Peach trees and willows are planted along the embankment. At this time, the peach blossoms are in full bloom like a brocade. From a distance, it looks like a cloud falling from the sky.

A wide slab bridge is erected on the stream for passers-by to come and go.It was noon, and three small figures walked on the bridge.On each side is a girl about three years old, wearing exactly the same water-red dress, and about the same size.The little boy waddling in the middle is probably only one year old.

"Xiaoshu, slow down!" The little girl on the right took her brother's hand and told him with a smile.This little girl's complexion is extremely fair, and she is bullied by Frost Saixue. Her facial features are exquisite and exquisite, and her eyes are especially black and bright, sparkling and vivid.

Her voice is also very beautiful, immature and mischievous, crisp and sweet, like pearls falling on a jade plate, like a clear spring in a mountain.Moreover, she speaks Mandarin with a very pure accent.

The little girl on the left has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and she is also very beautiful, but unfortunately her skin is a little rough and not detailed enough.The little boy has a thick head and a tiger brain, and he looks like a simple and honest child from a villager's family.

A gentle spring breeze blew by, and the three children raised their eyes and giggled comfortably against the wind.The silver bell-like laughter, accompanied by this school of spring, is bright and beautiful.

After passing the flat bridge, there is a simple wine shop on the embankment.There is a blue cloth wine curtain outside, and there are tables, stools and a wine stove in the hut, and only sells Yang Ji's own peach blossom wine and some side dishes.

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man in his early forties. Seeing three small people passing by, he asked with a smile: "Qing Que, Qing Miao, are you going to take your younger brother to school again? Study hard, don't give it to Master Yang's house." Shame."

Qing Que replied crisply: "Yes, uncle, we have written it down." Qing Miao also followed suit obediently, "We have written it down." The swaying Qing Shu grinned at the shopkeeper and shed tears. saliva.

The shopkeeper walked out of the restaurant with a smile, took out a handkerchief and wiped Qing Shu's saliva clean.Qing Que raised her small face and smiled sweetly, "Uncle is the best!" Her small face was more tender and beautiful than the peach blossoms by the stream, and the shopkeeper sent the three siblings away with a smile, feeling deeply in his heart, "Qing Que, little Girl, you are so handsome! It is surprising that there are such colors in the countryside."

The three little people walked slowly to a house.There is nothing unusual on the outside of this house, the facade is very ordinary.After walking in, you will find that the yard is spacious and dignified. Every flower, tree, grass, and tree are carefully tended, very elegant.

This is Master Yang's house.

Most of the villagers in Yangji are surnamed Yang, and the most prominent one is Mr. Yang who retired from old age and returned to his hometown.Mr. Yang was a great official. He was the Minister of the Ministry of household affairs, entered the Hall of Wuying, and presented it to the prince and Taibao.The emperor "begged for bones" the year before last, but couldn't keep it, so he agreed and gave him a full salary.

Officials like Master Yang returning home can be called "Yang Shangshu", or "Master Yang" and "Yang Taibao".Local officials want to come to see according to the ceremony. Although Master Yang lives at home, he still receives a salary and can use the small officials and servants of the yamen.As a first-rank official, if he wants to be a domineering official, his parents and officials can't control him at all, and he doesn't dare to control him.

However, Mr. Yang is very easy-going. His daily life is either touring the mountains and rivers, or gossiping and reminiscing with his uncles and brothers in the village. He has no official airs at all.Because his sons and grandchildren were officials in the capital or in other places, and their knees were lonely, he set up a school in the mansion. All the children of Yangji villagers, regardless of gender, regardless of their age, can go to school without restricting their studies.

It is the servants and book boys in his mansion who teach the boys.Those who teach the girls are the mothers and maids in his mansion.Although Mr. Yang is not conspicuous, there are more than 20 housekeepers, large and small, in his mansion, which shows that his family business is quite rich.Discipline the Mongolian children in the village, just like building bridges and paving roads, it can be regarded as benefiting the village.

The villagers are extremely grateful for teaching boys to read.There are many people who disagree with teaching girls to read.A girl's film, no matter how well she reads, she can't be a scholar, so what's the use of reading?Besides, when my daughter grows up, she will always belong to someone else's family.

Therefore, more boys were sent to study, and fewer girls were sent to study. Mother Lin, who was in charge of teaching girls, felt deserted.I don't know whether Nanny Lin is too busy or whether the twin sisters Qingque and Qingmiao are more likable. In short, when Qingque proposed to bring her younger brother to study, Nanny Lin readily agreed.

After the three little people arrived in Yang's mansion, as usual, there was a maid in the mansion to take care of Xiao Qingshu, while Qing Que and Qing Miao went to school.They don't even need to carry pens, inks, papers and inkstones, they are available in the school.

It is said that it is going to school, but what can children under the age of three actually learn?It's just pointing to the size, east, west, north, south, one, two, three, four, etc., telling them, reading to them, and explaining the truth to them.

Also teaches writing.The little girl in Yang's mansion laid out the rice paper and polished the ink, and the students started to write.Nanny Lin looked at it with a smile, but saw Qing Que stretch out her small palm steadily, grabbed the pen, looked intently at the teacher on the stage for a moment, then imitated the example, straightened her back, straightened her waist, and hung her wrist to write .

It looks like it.

Sister Lin's smile gradually deepened.

Not to mention the written words, twisted here and there, jumbled up and down, and if you don’t read carefully, you can’t tell what is written at all——Some people can’t see what is written if you read carefully.

Because the students were still young, after half an hour, the teacher took a break from class and told them to go out to play.Qingque agreed resoundingly, pulled Qingmiao, and ran out quickly.

First went to see Xiaoqingshu, and played with Xiaoqingshu for a while, then the two sisters ran to the flower garden and sat down next to each other, with bright eyes, admiring the gorgeous flowers in different postures in the garden. "These flowers are so beautiful!" "Well, they are beautiful." "They are still very fragrant!" "Well, they are very fragrant."

An old man in a green cloth robe stood not far away, looking at them with a smile.

The two girls looked at the flowers for a while, and each of them found a branch and scratched it on the ground, as if they were learning to write.The old man walked over slowly and saw that they were paddling intently with their buttocks pouted, and each one was messier than the other.

The old man is bright.

"What are you two rowing?" the old man asked gently.

The two little girls looked up at him.Seeing a stranger, Qing Miao felt a little timid, dropped the branch and cuddled up to Qing Que.Qing Que hugged her younger sister, looked at the old man vigilantly, her mouth was tightly pursed, and refused to speak.

The old man smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to pick up the branch, and wrote ten large characters on an open space, "I didn't know the moon when I was young, and I called it a white jade plate".The attitude is desolate, free and easy, and looks very beautiful.

The two little girls looked at it with envious expressions.

The old man ignored the two of them, calmed down, and continued to write "I doubt Yaotai mirror again, flying in the blue clouds".These ten characters are written smoothly, quietly and elegantly, with a unique charm.

"It's so beautiful." Qing Que slowly let go of her sister, walked lightly to the side of the old man, and squatted aside to watch.

The old man continued to write, his calligraphy gradually became wild, flamboyant and phoenix danced, and the blue bird watched the excitement and clapped his small palms to applaud.Qing Miao stood far away for a while, then ran over and squatted beside Qing Que, clapping her hands.

"Do you want to learn?" The old man stopped and asked with a smile.

"I will!" Qing Que boasted with bright eyes.

The old man smiled and handed the branch to Qingque, "You can, then write one and let me see." Without hesitation, Qingque stretched out her tender little palm to take the branch, raised her buttocks and scratched hard on the ground together.

He raised his head and glanced at the old man triumphantly, then made two strokes.

Then draw three more.

The strokes are not straight, crooked.

Then, no more.

This means you can write?The old man couldn't help laughing.Qingque glared at him, ran to the front of the words he had just written, stretched out her feet, and stepped on them bit by bit.

This stubborn little girl!The old man laughed and stretched out his arms to pick up Qing Que, and asked kindly, "How about learning to write with grandpa? Grandpa will give you candy." Qing Que tilted his head and thought for a while, then happily stretched out his little finger. The old man smiled and pulled her away. hook.

Qing Miao stood on the ground, timidly looking up at the elder sister in the arms of the old man.

This old man is the owner of the Yang Mansion, the former Shangshu who has already retired, a scholar of the Hall of Martial Arts, and Prince Taibao Yang Shi.On the same day, he took Qing Que and Qing Miao to the school and told Mother Lin that he would personally teach the sisters.

Nanny Lin hesitated, "Qingque's surname is Mo, her father is Mo Erlang, she rents the master's land, and is the master's tenant..." If you are bored in the country, you can't do anything, you have to teach the daughter of the tenant's family ?For such a child, if we come forward to teach, we are doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and if you come out to teach, it is a condescension.

Seeing that Mr. Yang didn't take it seriously, he hurriedly added, "This family has only moved here for two years, and I don't know what kind of people they are." If you really want to teach, you must choose a child from a clean family to teach.Who knows who Mo Erlang and his wife are, don't defile you.

Nanny Lin was thinking of her master wholeheartedly, but unexpectedly, she had already angered Xiao Qingque.

Qing Que blushed, pulled her small hand out of Master Yang's hand angrily, stomped her feet and said, "It's not rare!" Pulling up Qing Miao who was standing blankly, she turned and ran away.

After all, Qing Que is a child, she took her younger sister and younger brother home in the afternoon, and when she entered the door, she could smell the enticing fragrance.The three siblings looked at each other, cheered and ran to the kitchen.

Qi Shi was busy in the kitchen, pork rib soup was stewed on the stove. "I'm back." She happily pulled the children over and kissed them one by one, pointing to the big iron pot on the stove, "I have meat tonight!"

The three children were reluctant to leave, sitting next to each other on the door pier, staring at the big iron pot, waiting for the ribs to be cooked.

In the evening, when Mo Erlang came back from the field, Qi Shi brought out the hot food and dishes neatly, as well as a large pot of steaming and fragrant pork rib soup.

"There is meat to eat." Mo Erlang laughed.

"Children are young, it's good to drink bone soup." Qi Shi first filled a bowl for him, and then gave green sparrows, green sprouts, and green trees, "Slow down, don't burn it."

Qingque raised her eyes and sniffed the fragrance with enjoyment.Then he took small sips and drank the pork rib soup slowly, his smooth and lovely face was full of satisfaction and happiness.

In places like Yangji, meat is sold only on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, but not usually.Mo Erlang is good at doing farm work, and Qi is good at housekeeping. The couple are raising three children, and their lives are not bad.On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, the Qi family will go to the market to cut up the flesh and beat teeth for men and children.

Because Yang Ji has a village eunuch like Mr. Yang Ge, no servants in the county dare to run amok and cause trouble, so it is very peaceful.The villagers live well, so they are willing to eat and wear.Life like Mo Erlang's family would be fine in Yangji, but it would be obviously weird in another village.You know, some farmers are reluctant to cut meat several times throughout the year. Occasionally, when they eat meat, they have to go out and squat at the door to eat with a large porcelain bowl. How many envious eyes can be attracted by the two thick slices of fat on the rice bowl? .

This evening the whole family sat around and had dinner, Qi quickly cleared the dining table and took the dishes to the kitchen to wash.After that, boil hot water, and both adults and children wash their faces, hands, and feet.

When everything was washed, it was dark.Lighting lamps and boiling oil are not popular in rural areas, they go to bed as soon as it gets dark, lock the door, Qi Shi hugs the little green tree, Mo Erlang leads the green sparrow and green seedlings, and goes back to the dark room where the family sleeps.

Qingshu is still young, and sleeps in the big bed with her parents, while Qingque and Qingmiao share a small bed.Qi Shi coaxed Qingshu to sleep, got out of bed softly, walked to the two girls' beds and looked at them.Qing Miao has fallen asleep sweetly, Qing Que has two big eyes open and is still very energetic.

"Why don't you sleep?" Qi blamed.

Qing Que stretched out her little hand from under the quilt, tugging at Qi Shi, "Mother, I got into trouble." Her voice was low, and her little eyes were pitiful.That look clearly said, "I'll tell you quietly, don't tell dad!"

Qi Shi asked her softly, "What's wrong?"

Qing Que rolled her eyes, sat up, lay down next to Qi's ear, and whispered about the afternoon's affairs.Qing Que felt a little regretful in his little head, if he ran out like this in the afternoon, he would not be able to go tomorrow even if he wanted to.

Qi Shi smiled and stuffed her back into the bed, "Tell your father to go to Master Yang's house early tomorrow morning to ask, if such a disobedient little girl, Master Yang will not ask you to go to school."

"Don't call it pulled down." Qing Que lay back on the bed, muttering softly and without confidence.If you don't bark, don't bark. If he doesn't teach me, I don't care.

Qi Shi tucked up the quilt for Qing Miao, and gently patted Qing Que, "Niu Niu, go to sleep." Coaxed by Qi Shi's soft voice, Qing Que had a sweet smile on her little face, her cheeks gradually closed, and she fell asleep.

Qi Shi sat beside the small bed, staring intently at the sleeping Qingque.Mo Erlang also got out of bed and came over, following Qi's gaze: a simple wooden bed, a coarse bedding, and a small face like a blue sparrow flower.

Mo Erlang pulled Qi Shi, Qi Shi sighed softly, and the couple went back to the big bed and lay down. "It's hard for such a delicate girl to be with us." Mo Erlang said with a babble.

"Isn't the child in trouble? There's nothing I can do." Qi sighed.She told Mo Erlang about what happened this afternoon, and explained, "Go to Yang's Mansion tomorrow and ask, otherwise, Qingque will never go again." Mo Erlang naturally agreed.

The next morning, before Qing Que woke up, Mo Erlang had already arrived in front of the Yang Mansion. "Such a big official, we peasants, will Master Yang see us?" Mo Erlang stood at the door for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to knock on the door.

The door creaked and opened.A servant with a broom in his hand came out of the door, and seeing Mo Erlang standing there foolishly, he asked what was going on, and said with a smile, "Wait." He went in still holding the broom.

Not long after, the servant came out again and brought Mo Erlang into Yang's house.After passing through the drill mountain and the hallway, and passing by a large rosewood frame inlaid with marble screen, there are various parrots, thrushes and other birds hanging on the front veranda. An old man in green robes stands on the verandah, playing with a golden tiger thrush.

Mo Erlang didn't dare to look up, rubbed his hands, and stammered what happened yesterday, "...ask the master, do you still want to call the child?"

There was a housekeeper standing next to him. Hearing Mo Erlang's words, he was sweating for him.Cooperating with your girl, even the master is vicious, and you, a father, can't even make amends, and ask straight away, "Should you call the child?" Is there anyone who talks like that.

While teasing the tiger thrush, Master Yang casually asked: "What did your little girl say, does she still want to come?" Mo Erlang smiled honestly, "She said, it's not called pulling down."

The butler almost fainted.

In the morning light, Master Yang burst into laughter, "Call, call! Mo Erlang, go back and tell your little girl, if Grandpa is not angry, teach her as usual!"

This afternoon, as usual, Qing Que took her brother and sister to the gate of Yang's house.Qing Shu was still watched and played by the little girl, Qing Miao was still studying with Mother Lin and the others, and Qing Que was taken to the study of the new teacher.

In front of the study is a few stalks of lush green bamboos. Inside the study is a large case of fragrant rosewood inlaid with crystals and black jade. On the case, there are various things such as pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and celebrity law stickers.Master Yang was sitting by the desk, writing something.

This study is not only very spacious, but also has a very high ceiling and is very bright.Little Qingque stood in the middle of the room, looking very small and insignificant.

Qingque stood for a while, looked around, ran to Master Yang's side, stood on tiptoe, and wanted to see what Master Yang was writing.Unfortunately, she is too small to be seen even on tiptoe.

Master Yang noticed the immature face beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily.Living in the countryside is lonely, so it is very good to teach such an interesting little girl like Qing Que.

Qing Que wanted to see it but couldn't see it, so she didn't care.She looked around. Although there were chairs, they looked very heavy, and she probably couldn't move them.After picking for a long time, I picked out the smallest stool, and with all my strength, I pushed the stool to Master Yang's side.

Stepping on the stool deftly, Qing Que looked over.The afternoon sun shone in warmly, and the blue sparrow seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, tender and holy.The small appearance of poking his head and concentrating on peeping made Master Yang's heart soft.

(End of this chapter)