Chapter 56: 56th

Li Jin said this sentence is not a whim, nor does it make Qin Muwen amusing.
He really wanted to improve the food for the teenagers while making money.
Even when Li Zhuzi brought the red beans, Li Jin's first reaction was to give Qin Muwen fried red bean paste. Instead of cooking soup or something.
Qin Muwen likes sweet taste, he knew it from the moment he first crossed over.
Only after the red beans are boiled and mixed with caramel, can all the sweetness be blended in after half an hour of meticulous and non-stop frying.
There is still some glutinous sugar at home, which is just right to fry the red bean paste.
As for making candied haws and hawthorn balls, it would be too wasteful to use caramel to make syrup.
After all, a small bag costs twenty wen, and Li Jin is still poor and cannot be extravagant.
He planned to buy sugar cubes from the town, and boiled it several times with water to remove impurities, and then boiled it into a yellowish syrup.
Separate a part and coat the hawthorn with sugar, and use the rest to make big hawthorn pills.
Qin Muwen had eaten sugar candied haws when he was young, a bunch of eight, which Adatuo maid brought back when she went out to buy them.
Now, he was about to forget the taste of candied haws.
Hearing what Li Jin said, he suddenly remembered that there was still such a food.
After Qin Muwen fed the little bun with rice cereal, he took the little bun from Li Jin's arms and pulled up the swaddling to protect the little bun from the mountain wind.
He was sitting next to A Jin, but there were people around him, and he was embarrassed to lean on Li Jin's shoulder.
Qin Muwen said: "A Jin, I have a lot to say to you."
Li Jin's gaze fell on the cinnabar mole on his eyebrows and nodded to him.
Although the boy hadn't deliberately concealed his origin before, he hadn't explained where his family was.
Li Jin pieced together a general story based on what the villagers said and his scattered memories.
But he didn't confirm with the young man face to face. After all, no matter how rich he used to be, it would all pass.
Comparing today's poor life with before is tantamount to revealing scars.
So he has been waiting for the teenager to take the initiative to tell him.
Because, the moment a teenager really speaks, it means that he let go of the past and that he feels happier now than before.
Li Jin thought, in the village, including the town, not many men can read, let alone women and brothers. However, his family's Qin Mu was able to hyphenate, and he was more cautious about men and women.
All this proves that the teenager has a good education.
"A Jin, my family used to be in Beijing. It was very big and there were many people. My father is the eldest of the family, and there are second uncles and third uncles left.
My father is an official. He is very dignified. He has married a good wife and has several concubine rooms. My dad is one of the concubine rooms. "
The boy's voice was very small and the surroundings were very noisy. Li Jin approached him and listened carefully.
"Second uncle and third uncle live with us, and the children in the family are named according to their seniority. The seniority of girls and brothers is the word "Mu".
But I haven't lived a high life, because there are so many children in the family, and my dad is on duty and busy every day, so when I was a child, I was actually not taken seriously.
Fortunately, Daddy was there. Daddy taught me to play the piano, literate, and bought me all kinds of gadgets. "
Li Jin has been observing his face, worried that he will cry as he talks.
But the young man was unexpectedly strong. He was holding the little bun and his eyes were full of firmness.
"Later, when I was thirteen years old, Dad died of a serious illness. Another year later, Dad made a mistake and was dismissed from his post, afflicting the nine races.
All the males in the family were sent far away to work as coolies, and their daughters went to the brothel.
I was the only brother, and they finally decided to sell me. "
There is no need for Qin Muwen to say what happened later, Li Jin also knows everything.
He looked at Qin Muwen's sharp chin even if he had some flesh, and wanted to kiss him to comfort him.
But it was outside, and it was still during the day, and there were people around him, and he had to think twice about holding people in his arms.
Qin Muwen raised his head to meet Li Jin's gaze, and said seriously: "I like my life now, A Jin."
Li Jin didn't say a word. He always doesn't like to make promises in advance, because even if he says,'I will buy you a big house in the future,' I will never make you suffer again.' Qin Muwen still has to take care of his housework every day. And the food and clothing of the small buns.
It would be too ironic to say such a fake Dakong now.
Li Jin only said: "Wenwen, you are tired."
Qin Muwen, who was still strong just now, couldn't help hearing this, tears appeared in his eyes.
He was holding back his voice, worried that people around him would see him crying, but Li Jin suddenly took him and Baozi in his arms and said, "Don't be afraid, cry out, no one will watch."
What Li Jin said was true. The Double Ninth Festival was originally a festival for climbing high and praying with his family.
But it is inevitable that the family will be separated occasionally, so every day, people who miss their relatives and friends will cry when they think of something or feel sad.
There were faint cries from all around, Qin Muwen finally buried Li Jin's shoulders, letting tears wet his clothes.
Xiao Baozi was infected by A-da’s emotions, but unlike A-da, he only shed tears without making a sound.
The little bun's cry is loud and loud, attracting the attention of both Daddy and Daddy. As for whether he can cry out, let's talk about it separately.
Li Jin quickly took him in his arms.
Strangely speaking, Li Jin doesn't know how to make faces. When he holds the little bun, the expression on his face can be considered ‘soft’ at best, but the little bun is not afraid of him, but rather likes him.
The sadness on Qin Muwen's side was interrupted by the little bun, and it disappeared.
Li Jin asked him: "Did you have a special friend before?"
Qin Muwen thought carefully, nodded, but quickly shook his head.
"It's not particularly good, it's acquaintance at best. But from the time when my home was about to be separated, there was no contact."
auzw.com
Li Jin nodded and said to Xiao Baozi: "Daddy is not happy now, Baozi will give Daddy a smile."
The little bun didn't understand the meaning of the words, but he knew that his father was talking to himself, his little face smiled brightly.
This is the case for children, who like adults to focus on themselves. Once it receives enough attention, it stops making noise.
After that, Qin Muwen took out food and shared it with Li Jin, and while it was still warm at noon, he took the buns down the mountain and went home.
The steamed bun is only more than three months old and can't be blown for too long.
On the way back, Xiao Baozi fell asleep in Li Jin's arms.
The package in Qin Muwen's arms was empty, and his heart was gradually filled as he looked at the husband who treated the buns so tenderly.
Qin Muwen remembered that when he was a child, he pulled Ada by the corner of his clothes and asked, "Why didn't Daddy look at Wenwen? Wenwen memorized a lot of poems."
Dad would always hold him in his arms and say: "After memorizing this book, Dad will come to see you."
But until he memorized the "Three Character Classic" upside down, Dad did not come to praise him.
Later, he knew that because he was a brother, he couldn't like Dad Shangshu at all. In addition, he was a concubine, and Yu Lian did not help...
So he had basically no sense of presence at home before.
Qin Muwen had thought that all men didn't like children to be brothers.
But Ah Jin is different. He has washed diapers since he was born as a little bun.
Qin Muwen didn't know how shocked it was.
Not to mention that Li Jin kept ordering Xiao Baozi with goat's milk, and got up in the middle of the night to feed Xiao Baozi and coax him to sleep.
Li Jin could naturally perceive the boy's gaze when he looked at him, but today the boy revealed all the words in his heart, so he would naturally no longer stimulate his emotions.
After returning, Li Jin washed all the hawthorns and put them on the cutting board to dry.
I felt it and wrote a seven-character poem in the study. Deleted and changed several times before giving up.
In fact, he knows his literary talents well, but poetry writing can only practice more without talent.
As someone who came here, Li Jin had guessed that tomorrow Mr. Song would definitely let him compose poems with Chen Xiran on the spot. He probably didn't count as cheating.
Next, according to Mr. Song's statement, he had to go through the meaning of every sentence in the "Four Books" and "Five Classics". He didn't have time to explain them all.
Mr. Song said: "Even though the situation of the eight-part essay is simple, but the content requires you to have a sufficient understanding of the books you have read before you can carry on and combine them and use factual evidence to confirm your views.
Next, I will mainly talk about the writing format of the eight-legged essay, not the content. "
Li Jin knows that this is the same as the college entrance examination composition of the previous life. At most, the teacher said that the composition should have a wonderful opening and closing. As for how to write the content, it depends on whether the students have material in their stomachs.
But the eight-legged essay is more demanding. Every sentence has to be square and neat, and you have to list your own unique ideas after quoting the classics.
It's no wonder that so few people are admitted to talents every year.
Sure enough, in the early morning of the second day, Mr. Song only left "three poems on Chongyang as the subject" and went to the next room to lecture.
When he returned an hour later, Li Jin had finished writing three poems and was silently reading aside.
But in this dictation, Li Jin wrote notes where he needed attention.
When Mr. Song looked over, he was surprised to forget to stroke his beard. He didn't expect that Li Jin could work hard to this point.
Mr. Song thought, if he was willing to work so hard back then, maybe he would be able to test his strength.
Then he picked up the three poems that Li Jin put aside.
Li Jin wrote two seven-character rhymed poems and a five-character quatrain. At first glance, that quatrain was to use the routine Li Jin said before, but it was very sad when he finally expressed his feelings.
Mr. Song thought about the situation in Li Jin's family. His parents were mourned. If it hadn't happened to have one more child this year, the family might have been deserted.
He thought, Li Jin probably remembered his parents taking him to the mountain to plant cornus.
Nowadays, without his parents inserting dogwood, he feels sorrowful and sorrowful in his heart.
If Li Jin knew what Mr. Song was thinking, he would shake his head helplessly.
Li Jin’s poem was actually written from the perspective of Qin Muwen. After all, he was born with weak emotions. Whether he wanted to express his grand ambitions (and had no ambitions) in the end, or miss his relatives far away, he felt unable to write it. That feeling.
The ancients were able to spread poetry through the ages, either with gorgeous rhetoric, or expressing feelings of parting, relegation, and national break.
The first point is that Li Jin can't do it temporarily, and the second point...he doesn't have these feelings at all.
So Li Jin tried a different angle this time, but he didn't expect to get into Mr. Song's eyes.
The two rhymed poems also changed Li Jin's previous style. One of them was written by him yesterday, and he changed it several times since then, with brilliant literary style and gorgeous sentences.
The other one tried the plain pastoral style, and the writing was simple, but after reading the poem, people had a faint yearning for the life of the farmhouse that was written at sunrise and returned at sunset.
Mr. Song was silent for a while, his heart was filled with surprise and shock.
He had no idea that Li Jin was still a poet who summarized routines before. Going forward, Li Jin had no clue about the Shanghai League before...
Mr. Song feels that Li Jin's rate of progress is indeed a bit appalling.
Taking advantage of his ability to teach now, first put forward his own opinions and ideas.
"This quatrain of yours is very well written, the content is neat and the emotion is real.
This melodic poem can tell that you want to change your style, but there are still too few books you can get in touch with. Although some sentences seem gorgeous, they can't stand scrutiny. "
With that said, Mr. Song used Zhubi to circle several points, "You probably want to use allusions here, but this allusion is really inappropriate for Chongyang, and it should be changed."
Mr. Song said several points in succession, and when he finally stopped, he held Li Jin's last idyllic poem in his hands.
"This poem, you really wrote it wonderfully!"
The author has something to say: 　　 [Set a flag, double update this week. I don't know if it will fall. If there is no double watch at ten o'clock, it will fall. Continue to ask for nutrient solution~~]
Thanks Xiao Yueer for the big landmine
Thank you Miyiyu x5, Boundless Falling Wood, Min Minmin, Porcelain Princess x10, Pico x20, Shark Shark x30, kisssalt x30, Personality Split #x5, Ai Lu, Meow Ao 唔 x5, Shibu x10, Shu Hua x10, Cicada Yu x8 , Weicheng Chaoyu x10, Walking Maya x5, Crosshorn Beast yx20, Muzi x10, I miss him very much, Drinking wine x6, Hao Kunhua, zezex20, Frost and Snow Millennium x20 Big nourishment solution