Chapter 1934: Can't lose

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 the white brother who was sitting at the table practicing calligraphy, and the things on the table.
The inkstone given by my grandfather cannot be thrown away. Losing it is unfilial.
The paperweight given by my aunt can't be thrown away. Losing it is disrespectful.
The best dim sum is out of food shortage, and it is even more impossible to lose it.
And apart from these few, it seems that there is nothing to lose. You can't throw them a table, right?
And first of all, Bai Geer also had such strength first.
As for asking Brother Bai if he has it, he really doesn't.
Xiaoshu took his brother into the hut. It was not big inside. 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 side. Clothes, and other things.
Going inside, there is a bed collapsed with a set of dark bedding, made of cotton, which should be soft and warm, there are two pillows and two quilts.
Xiaoshu put the snack on the table and 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. Stove. The fire in the stove is on. There is also a wooden barrel under the table. The barrel in the wooden barrel is nothing but a barrel of charcoal.
The small stove on the table is not big, but it is used for warm water. It doesn't use a few charcoal a day, so a bucket of charcoal can be used for nearly a month.
The little tree remembered this. When he worked for the rich man’s house for a year, the rich man’s house used the charcoal. I heard that the charcoal is very expensive, more expensive than the food they eat.
He clenched the pot in his hand, then picked up two cups, put 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 the dim sum with a face was also a silly smile, and Xiaoshu had never seen his younger brother smile like this for 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 on his mouth and took a bite carefully.
The dim sum is delicious, better than he thought, and he has never eaten such a delicious dim sum in his entire life.
When they put away their things, Xiaoshu settled down his brother who was already asleep, and also helped him cover the quilt. Then he straightened his clothes and walked out.
He stood in front of Brother Bai, son, what is the tree going to do?
"Help me sharpen the ink."
Brother Bai picked up a cup of water and poured some on the inkstone. While grinding the ink, he also taught the young tree.
His movements are very slow, and of course he speaks very slowly.
In fact, it is not too difficult, you will understand in a few days.
Brother Bai gave the little stone in his hand to Xiaoshu Xiaoshu took it, and according to the steps Bai brother just taught, he began to sharpen Mo. At first, he was still very weak, and he was afraid of grinding the inkstone. broken.
It turned out later 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 became somewhat more stylish.
While he rubbed the ink, he watched Brother Bai write.
Brother Bai dipped some ink with a pen, and then wrote a word on the paper.
"This is 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 shook slightly, but he felt very pity and stabilized. He knew that this was Brother Bai who was writing his and his brother's names. His father was just a kind of field, and his mother was illiterate. When my father and mother were still alive, they would often say that when they are better, and after paying off the debts they owed, they will send him to school so that they can also be learned people.
It's just a pity that when this happens, they have never read the book, and they didn't know the handwriting. Now, he finally knows how to write his name, and he also knows Xiaomu's name.
Brother Bai put down the pen, picked up the paper he had written, and placed it in front of the little tree.
He took another writing brush from the top of the pen holder, and found an inkstone from under the table.
This is the first inkstone I used, and the ink color is not bad enough. I have used this pen several times, and the pen is still sharp.
He put the pen and paper in front of the little tree.
"You follow the words I wrote on it to red, you are old now, but as long as you work harder, you should still be able to keep up."
Xiaoshu tightened her lips, not knowing what she was thinking?
"The white lady is my aunt's former big maid. She was probably literate at about six years old. She was a very difficult person to learn at the beginning, but now she is also literate, so if you learn well, be sure It's impossible to be worse than her."
"Who told you this, even your old mother-in-law's old account dare to turn over?"
Bai Mei walked in from outside, carrying a food basket in her hand.
"Never."
Brother Bai has never heard anyone mention this, and of course he didn't mean to entertain Bai Mei.
"I just used the story of Granny Bai to encourage the little tree."
Bai Mei brought the food basket over and put it on the table, then opened it, 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 dare not mention his aunt.
After Bai Mei arranged the food, when she saw the little tree standing aside, she really wanted to scold him, is this child a dead wood?
"Little tree, don’t thank the little son, this is the little son who wants to teach you literacy, your little son, but this famous little prodigy in Beijing, if you can’t learn from him, don’t say it is from us. The palace went out."
The little tree lowered his head, his eyes were a little red.
A child is a child.
No matter how mature children are, they are still not grown up.
They are the most susceptible and the most sad.
"Thank you young man," this thank you is also his sincere heart.
"Okay," Bai Mei stood up and said to Brother Bai, "Your aunt said, "I should use rice first, and then I will study the handwriting." No matter how much food there is at home, you can't waste one meal and one meal."
Also, Bai Mei has forgotten about the dumplings.
"The little dumpling son went to your aunt, and he also ran out of food at your aunt."
"I know."
Brother Bai put down the pen, washed his hands in the basin on one side, and then sat down.
Baimei carried the food basket and walked out. She had to go to his wife, so Brother Bai left everything in the courtyard to Brother Bai.