Poor Family

  Chapter 2 Children from poor families

  I saw his father stumbling towards the house, covered in mud and blood on his face. Not far behind him, three children were laughing and chasing after him, constantly throwing stones and mud at his father.

  Although Li Yanqing didn't like his father in the Song Dynasty very much, he didn't like it as a family matter behind closed doors. When outsiders bullied his father, he couldn't stand by and watch.

   "Dahei, go bite them!"

  Li Yanqing opened the courtyard door, and Dahei said, "Oh! ’ With a roar, he rushed out.

  Da Hei was approaching ferociously, and rushed past Li Daqi in an instant. Li Daqi was taken aback and stopped suddenly. He turned his head and saw the big dog rushing towards the three of them, so he stomped his feet anxiously, "Come back!"

  Dahei ignored him, and it rushed at the three evil boys angrily. The three screamed in fright, turned around and fled, running away without a trace like a rabbit, and Liu Fu'er's yelling was heard from a distance.

   "Oops, this is going to be a big disaster."

  Li Daqi was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He hurriedly chased after him. After a while, he walked back in frustration. Both the man and the dog disappeared.

   When he walked into the courtyard, he kicked the courtyard door open, gritted his teeth and said, "I must kill that dog!"

   "If it were me, I would give those three little **** a good beating. I would never kick my own door, let alone scold the guardian's dog!" Li Yanqing replied forcefully from the side.

Li Daqi stared blankly at his son. He had gotten used to his son's old-fashioned tone in the past month. Since his son was picked up from the well, he seemed to be a different person. He used to be a well-known second idiot in the village. Digging holes and running races in the fields made the whole village laugh at him for giving birth to a pup.

   But now, his son seems to be a different person, his temperament has changed drastically, and he actually likes reading. These changes made him very excited.

   But what also puzzled Li Daqi was that, at such a young age, his son was so resistant and disgusted with the imperial examination. Does he know what the imperial examination is?

Of course, Li Daqi also taught his son, and taught him to read for two full years. The stupid son was very difficult to teach, but Li Daqi just refused to give up. After exhausting his efforts, the stupid son finally learned to recite Jingyesi, although he still had The memorization is not smooth, and I forget it from time to time, but as long as I remind him of the beginning, my son will stutter and memorize it, which makes Li Daqi very proud. Who said that his son is stupid, so he can memorize Tang poems differently? Many children in the village can't do it yet!

Although Li Daqi couldn't understand his son's miraculous ability to learn without a teacher in the past month, he still found a plausible reason, that is, his son actually remembered what he had taught in the past two years, but he couldn't express it at the time. And a fall into a well opened up his son completely.

   Distracted for a while, he saw his son walking towards the well carrying a broken wooden barrel. Li Daqi was so frightened that he quickly shouted: "Don't go near the well, Daddy will come by himself!"

  He stepped forward to **** the wooden barrel, fetched half a bucket of water from the well, and washed the blood off his face. At this time, Dahei came back from the outside and ran to his master, wagging his tail to ask for a reward.

   Li Daqi actually likes Dahei very much. His son fell into a well. Thanks to him, he brought someone to save him in time, so he saved his son's life.

But today he was in a very bad mood. The dog wagged its tail in front of him and begged for a reward. He was suddenly enraged, and he swung a stick in the corner of the wall and hit Dahei with his head and face, "Kill you mad dog, kill you!" Troubleshooter!"

Dahei was beaten until he screamed and curled up into a ball. Li Yanqing rushed forward to protect the dog. Li Daqi couldn't stop the stick, and hit his son's shoulder with a stick. Li Daqi lost his hand, so frightened that he quickly threw away the stick, stepped forward and asked in a trembling voice: "My son, Daddy didn't do it on purpose, is it okay?"

  Li Yanqing held back the pain and glared at him, "Why didn't you pick up the stick and beat those three little **** just now? You only beat your own family!"

  Li Daqi didn't care about explaining, and quickly rubbed his son's shoulders, "Is it okay to let Dad see?"

   Li Yanqing broke free from his hand in a fit of anger, turned around and walked into the house. He sat cross-legged on the kang, facing the wall, his chest heaving with anger. He had had enough of this cowardly father.

I was bullied by the groom in the stables of the Li family. After studying for so many years, I was scolded so badly by those illiterate servants that I couldn’t lift my head. Today, I was bullied by three little brats. He will vent his anger on a dog that loyally protects his master. Li Yanqing has lived for 28 years in his two lives, and he has never been so aggrieved as he is today.

   "I know you look down on Daddy, Daddy is useless!"

  Li Daqi sighed at the door, "There are some people we can't afford to offend. Daddy is not afraid of those children, but... hey! You don't understand if you say it, but you will understand when you grow up."

  Li Yanqing ignored his father, still angry and silent, how could he not understand.

Seeing his son ignoring him, Li Daqi thought about how to make him happy. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and immediately slapped himself **** the forehead, "Look at me, a foolish dad. I forgot all the good things. Daddy bought it for you." this."

  He took out a small bag of wheat straw from his arms, walked into the house and handed it to his son with a smile, "This is your favorite syrup pancake. Daddy bought it in town today. It's still warm. Eat it!"

   Li Yanqing sighed in his heart. Although his father was useless, he really loved him, so he shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat it, you can eat it!"

   "Daddy bought two and already ate one. This is for you. By the way, Daddy still has something to do. You should eat it quickly. Daddy may come back later. Remember to close the door before going to bed."

  Li Daqi was thinking about the weasel in the corner. He had to sell it at the drugstore in the town and buy some incense candles. Today is an important day.

  Li Daqi put the wheat straw bag on the table, went to the woodshed to get a broken bamboo hat, and hurried away from home.

  Li Yanqing looked at the tightly wrapped wheat straw bag, and his stomach was growling. At this moment, Dahei came in from the outside, jumped onto the kang, and snuggled up beside him with sobs.

  Li Yanqing patted the dog's head and smiled: "Today's performance is very brave, it deserves to be rewarded, we are half of each other."

He tore open the straw, took out a warm biscuit from it, tore it in half, stuffed half into the dog's mouth, and he gnawed it himself, the sweet syrup flowed into his mouth, savoring Now, he really likes this kind of syrup biscuit.

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In the middle of the night, Li Yanqing was awakened by a very soft voice. He smelled a strange smell and opened his eyes in a daze. He saw a light flickering in the side room, and he recognized the voice. The voice was his father talking to himself.

   But there is nothing in the wing room, what is father doing there?

  Curiosity overcame sleepiness, he got up from the kang, tiptoed past the wall, walked to the door, and quietly looked into the wing room.

  I saw a candle lit on the ground, and three incense sticks were inserted in a small incense burner, and the green smoke curled up. It was the smell of smoke that he smelled just now.

There is a spiritual tablet in front of the incense burner. Li Yanqing knows it is his mother's tablet without looking at it. He has no impression of his Song Dynasty mother. It seems that he died of illness when he was two years old. His maiden name is Ding, and his father called her Yunniang. In his father's daily ramblings, he knew that his mother was the most virtuous and beautiful woman in the world, and Li Yanqing felt very regretful all the time. If this mother was still alive, their father and son would not be in such a mess.

His father was sitting in front of the spirit tablet, chattering about something, Li Yanqing did not listen carefully, but he was surprised to find that beside his father, there was a large pile of copper coins, which were strung together with ropes, about six or seven hundred coins in a string. , there are about ten strings, according to the Song system, this is ten strings of money.

  Beside there is an empty clay pot, which is placed horizontally on the ground, and there is a big hole in the corner of the house. The soil has been dug up, and it turns out that the money is hidden here.

  Li Yanqing had no concept of the purchasing power of Song money, but he knew that the syrup cakes he ate this afternoon cost about ten Wen a piece, while ordinary cakes only cost three Wen.

   This pile of money can buy thousands of pancakes! At present, Li Yanqing's goal is not high, he only hopes to have a full stomach, yesterday morning he only ate two cabbage bean buns and half a pancake in the afternoon, and Song Dynasty didn't eat lunch, so he was really hungry.

  Father is desperately frugal, what do you do with so much money?

  Li Yanqing began to be interested in his father's soliloquy.

   "Yunniang, today I finally saved enough money to fulfill your wish and send our son to study. Yunniang, you must be very happy, right?"

  Li Yanqing felt his nose choke, and quickly turned his head away.

"Yunniang, I know that you are very lonely down there by yourself. It's okay. When my son grows up and I pay off the debt, I'll go with you. Let's watch my son pass the imperial examination and be more promising than his father... ..."

  Li Yanqing wiped his face, turned around quietly and returned to the kang, looking at his father's tattered summer shirt hanging on the rope, he couldn't help it anymore, and wept silently as he covered the quilt.

  【Seven in the morning and five in the afternoon, each chapter will be updated. 】

  (end of this chapter)