Chapter 1885

And the small tree with his brother into the white brother said the place, and he can not help. It is also back to the head, looking at the white brother who is sitting at the table practicing calligraphy, and there are those things on the table.

The inkstone given by my grandfather should not be lost. It is unfilial to lose it.

The Paperweight given by my aunt can't be lost. It's disrespectful to lose it.

Good snacks are in shortage outside, and it is impossible to lose them. If they are lost, there is no virtue.

Besides, there seems to be nothing to lose. Can't we throw a table to them?

And first of all, Bai Ge'er is also the first to have such strength.

As for the question of Bai Ge'er, he really did not.

The tree took his younger brother into the hut, which was not big. There was a small table, two chairs, and a set of tea set on the table. Then there was a wooden stick on the left side, which could be used to put clothes and other things.

If you go inside, there will be a bed collapsed, covered with a set of dark bedding. The cotton cloth should be soft and warm, and there are two pillows and two quilts.

The little tree put the dim sum on the table and let his brother sit down. Then he lifted the pot on the table. There was still water in the pot, and the water in the pot was warm. It turned out that there was a small stove under the pot. The fire in the stove was on, and there was also a wooden barrel under the table. The inside of the barrel was Guan PI, not anything else, but a bucket of charcoal.

The small stove on the table is not big, but it can only be used for warm water. It can not use a few pieces of charcoal a day, so a bucket of charcoal can be used for nearly a month.

Xiaoshu remembers this. One year when he worked for the rich man's family, he used these charcoal. I heard that the charcoal was very expensive, which was more expensive than the food they ate.

He clenched the pot in his hand, then picked up two cups, put them on the table, filled them with water, and then fed a cup of water to his brother.

Kobayashi drank the water obediently. The dim sum he ate all over his face was also a simple smile. However, the little tree had never seen his brother smile so much for a long time.

"Brother, eat it."

Xiaomu grabbed a piece of dim sum with his little hand and stuffed it into the tree's hand. The tree put the dim sum to his mouth and bit it carefully.

The snacks were delicious, more delicious than he imagined, and he had never had such a delicious snack in his life.

When they put away their things, the tree settled his sleeping brother and helped him cover the quilt. Then he adjusted his clothes and came out.

He stood in front of baige'er, childe, what does Xiaoshu want to do?

"Sharpen the ink for me."

Bai Ge'er picked up one side of the water cup, poured some to the inkstone, while grinding ink, while also teaching the small tree.

He's very slow, and of course he speaks very slowly.

In fact, it's not so hard. You'll understand it if you study a few more days.

Bai Ge'er hands the small stone bar to the small tree, and the tree takes it. According to Bai Ge'er's teaching steps, he starts to sharpen the ink. At first, he is still very weak, for fear that the inkstone will be damaged.

It turns out that the inkstone is as hard as stone.

If the force is too light, there is no ink.

He gradually is also a great strength, of course, there are some models.

While he was sharpening his ink, he was also watching Berger write.

Berger dipped his pen in some ink and wrote a word on the paper.

"This is the tree."

White elder brother son says to the small tree.

"You are in the middle, a wood on the right and an inch on the left."

Little tree's hand shook slightly, but it was pitifully stabilized. He knew that this was Bai Ge'er's name writing about him and his younger brother. His father was just a farmer, and his mother was illiterate. When they were still alive, they would often say that when they were better and had paid off their debts, they would send him to study, so that they could do something about it A learned man.

It's a pity that they haven't read any books, and they don't know the characters. Now, he finally knows how to write his name, and he also knows the name of Kobayashi.

Berger put down his pen, picked up the paper he had written and put it in front of the small tree.

He took down a brush from the top of the penholder and found an inkstone under the desk.

This is the inkstone I used at first. The ink color is not bad. I have used it several times, and the writing style is still sharp.

He put the pen and paper in front of the tree.

"You draw red according to what I have written on it. You are old now, but as long as you work hard, you can still keep up with me."

The little tree pursed his lips and didn't know what he was thinking?

"The white lady was my aunt's old maid. She was about six years old. She was still a very hard learner at the beginning, but now she is also literate. So if you are good at learning, you can't be worse than her.""Who told you this? How dare you turn over the old account of your old lady Bai?"

Bai Mei came in from the outside, carrying a basket in her hand.

"Never."

Baige'er has never heard of this, and of course, he has no intention of amusing Baimei.

"I just encourage the little tree with the story of Granny Bai."

Baimei took the basket and put it on the table. Then she opened it and took out the dishes one by one.

"Your mother-in-law's knowledge is ordinary, that's just because I'm following a learned master. Your aunt's handwriting is not as good as me as a maid."

Bai Ge Er "..."

Well, he didn't dare to mention his aunt.

After Baimei arranged the food, she saw the little tree standing on one side and really wanted to scold him. Is the child rotten?

"Xiao Shu, thank you very much, young master. This is the young master who wants to teach you to read. But the famous child prodigy in the capital city, if you can't learn from him, you can't say that he went out from our Shuo palace in the future."

The little tree lowered its head, and its eyes were red.

Children are children.

No matter how mature children are, they are not grown up.

They are the easiest to feel and the most sad.

"Thank you, young master." this is also his sincere thanks.

"Well," Bai Mei stood up and said to her, "your aunt said, eat first, and then write. This meal has to be eaten first. There is a food shortage outside. Even if there is more food in our family, you can't waste every meal. "

What's more, Baimei has forgotten about Tuanzi.

"Young master Tuanzi went to your aunt, and he finished his meal there."

"I know."

White elder brother son put down the pen, washed the hand in the basin of one side, this is also sit down.

Baimei went out with the basket in her hand, and she wanted to go to her wife. So the things in baige'er's hospital were left to him.

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