Accepting anotger disciple

Suddenly, the people at the market became a riot.

Some people wanted to go and watch the fun, some wanted to escape, and for a moment, the crowd was huddled together.

Song Sanshun and his companions hid far away and looked towards the mountain road. They saw that the entire mountain road was crowded with people.

On one side, there were people coming down the mountain, and on the other side, there were people walking up the mountain. They all crowded to the halfway point of the mountain, and then some people were squeezed and fell off the mountain path.

The mountain path is a bit steep, but not too high. Although people who fall down may not die, some may break their legs, feet and arms.

For a moment, wailing sounds echoed everywhere.

Mrs. Wu hugged her little niece in fear and looked at her husband.

This was the third time. Little Chang'an seemed to sense the danger, so he came back making a fuss.

"Oh my God! It's a good thing we didn't go." Song You touched his son's head and looked at Chang'an again.

If Changan hadn't suddenly come back, he and his son might have fallen down the mountain path. If they broke their legs, how would the family survive?

Song Sanshun thought for a while and said, "Let's buy some food and bring it back."

He remembered what his little niece had once said, that he should store more food, otherwise he would starve to death in the future.

"Yes, yes, I want to buy some too." Song You decided to listen to Samsoon in everything from now on and do whatever Samsoon does.

In this way, the three families each bought a stone of grain, some fish, meat and moon cakes for the festival, and then hired an ox cart to go home.

On the way back, Song You sighed, "If my little Chu hadn't learned how to make clay figurines from Chang'an, and had earned several hundred coins every month, I really don't know how our family would have survived this year."

During the autumn harvest, every family's fields were almost completely barren, yet they still had to pay grain and land taxes, and soon the head tax began to be paid. I wonder how those families without extra income managed to survive?

"Who said it wasn't?" Song Laoliu touched Chang'an's head and said, "We should thank little Chang'an too."

If Chang'an had not picked up the Ganoderma lucidum and given him fifteen strings of coins, and had not taught his children how to make clay figurines, his family would not have been much better off than Song You's.

Changan looked at Uncle Six in confusion, then at Uncle You, and suddenly said, "I am the president of the Goldfish Club."

Song Laoliu and Song You:

They didn't understand what Chang'an meant.

Goudan explained: "We are all the presidents of the Goldfish Club, so we must work together and share the good and the bad."

"Goldfish Society?" It was the first time that the adults heard of this club name.

Changan nodded vigorously.

A few people burst out laughing and asked, "How old are you? When did you set up a club?"

"Song Chengqi is also the president. He was the first to invite us to join the club. Chang'an came up with the name of the club." Goudan explained.

Song Sanshun smiled and said, "Since Chengqi is also the president, why doesn't he play with you?"

"Because Song Chengqi has to go to school, he only plays with us during his days off." Goudan said.

Song Sanshun's smile froze.

I took a look at Xiao Chang'an and sighed in my heart.

Our own Chang'an is so smart. She can recognize a lot of words just by learning from Yu Yu. It's a pity that there is no girls' school in the village, otherwise I would send her to study no matter what.

Song Laoliu also had an idea and said to his son, "Goudan, Dad will send you to school too."

Now his family has more than ten strings of money and a lot of surplus food, so even if the harvest is bad in the future, they will not starve to death. He has only one son, so even if he doesn't expect him to pass the imperial examination, it is still necessary for him to be able to read and write.

Goudan shook his head.

He doesn't want to go to school.

He thought that he was doing very well. Many children in the village envied him. His aunts and uncles would always praise him when they saw him, saying that he could earn money at such a young age.

Goudan was very proud and felt that studying was meaningless and was no better than making clay dolls.

"Studying is great." Samsoon said with a smile, "Look, Changan has learned a lot of words and can even read letters."

"Who did Changan learn to read from?" Goudan was curious.

I stay with Chang'an all day, so how come I don't know who she learned to read from?

Song Sanshun: "." I really want to slap myself in the face.

"Haha, I taught you that." He had no choice but to say this.

Chang'an looked at his uncle in surprise but did not expose him.

"Huh? Sanshun, you can recognize words too. Why don't you teach Goudan in the future?" Song Laoliu said.

Song Sam-soon coughed lightly and glanced at his little niece.

Otherwise, I should learn to read from Chang'an in the future, otherwise it will be difficult to keep up the lie.

Chang'an nodded to his sixth uncle and said, "I will teach Brother Goudan to read." How can his uncle teach someone to read when he can't even read a letter?

"That's great!" Song Laoliu was very happy and clasped his fists towards Changan: "Thank you, Master Changan."

Seeing this, Song You poked his son gently.

The little hoe understood and immediately said, "Master, can you teach me how to read too?"

Xiao Chang'an agreed immediately: "Okay, but you have to buy your own pens, ink, paper and inkstone." Teaching one is the same as teaching two, so it would be better to teach them together and save trouble.

Song Laoliu and Song You both laughed: "Of course, we will also prepare a gift for apprenticeship when the time comes."

A few people were chatting and laughing, and the ox cart arrived near Kaoshan Village.

Song Sanshun asked the car to stop for a while, and he went to the village to bring his brother-in-law over with the gifts he had just bought.

Fourteen-year-old Wu Chonglou was very thin. Even though his condition had improved now, he still looked weak and frail.

"Uncle!" Chang'an was very happy to see his uncle and pulled him to sit next to his aunt.

Wu Chonglou greeted everyone, picked up little Chang'an, and said with a smile: "Chang'an has grown a lot taller and fatter."

Changan nodded with a smile, counting on his fingers, and said, "Aunt's stewed pig's trotters are delicious, and I've gained weight. Uncle, when we have a market, I'll ask Aunt to stew pig's trotters for you, too."

Wu Chonglou smiled.

Changan tilted his head and asked, "Uncle, can you read?"

Wu Chonglou shook his head: "No."

"Then you can become my disciple in the future." Changan said proudly, "I already know a lot of words."

Wu Chonglou was surprised: "Really? Who did you learn this from?"

"Really, really! I learned it from Xiao Yuyu." Changan pointed at Brother Goudan and Little Chutou, "They are also my disciples. You are the oldest, so you can be the eldest brother from now on!"

Wu Chonglou: "."

The ox cart moved slowly and did not return to Songjia Village until almost dark.

After sending several people home, the old man driving the cart gave the cows water at Song Sanshun's house before taking the money for his labor and going back.

When Mrs. Qian saw Sanshun and the others coming back, she took Qiaoer and said goodbye. Mrs. Wu picked a lot of vegetables from the field and gave them to her.

Then the family cooked in the kitchen.

Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Mrs. Wu stewed a fish, braised meat, and fried a little rooster.

The sesame sugar cakes were made yesterday and are now brought out to celebrate the festival.

First they worship the Moon Goddess, and then the family sits around a small table in the kitchen to eat.

Chang'an is very happy today. Although there is no pig's trotter, his uncle is here and will be his apprentice in the future.

Xiao Yuyu said that being a master is a skill. As long as she has three apprentices and they all learn ten words, the eighth leaf will grow on the palm of her hand.

(End of this chapter)