Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapter of the rebirth of a lady: the next wife of the Hou MansionHe found himself hungry.
But in the end he pushed the bowl to Xiaoshu again.
"Brother eat, Xiaomu is not hungry."
As soon as his words fell, the little belly groaned.
Xiaomu also picked up his belly quickly.
"Brother, he barked, he is not hungry, he is really not hungry."
Xiaoshu pushed the bowl to his brother again, "You can eat it, brother has eaten it."
"really?"
Xiaomu didn't believe it.
"Really."
Xiaoshu pointed outside, "My brother was on the table outside, eating with the little son. This is the little son's own meal, and it is also for Xiaomu."
Xiaomu squinted his eyes and laughed, and as far as he was concerned, those who could feed them in this world were good people.
"Eat it."
Xiaoshu touched his younger brother's head again, and put everything on the quilt.
Xiaomu picked up the bowl and ate his food.
This is white rice, and there is a lot of meat. He has never eaten white rice before. He and his brother have eaten bark and grass roots. Those are very unpalatable.
And now the white rice is really delicious, fragrant and soft.
He finished his bowl of food in one breath, and there was not even a grain of rice left. He also ate his stomach and bulged. It's good to sleep with a full stomach.
He obviously just woke up, but soon fell asleep again, still making a sweet little snore.
There is no hunger, no cold, and no one beats them. Even the dreams they have are definitely dreams of eating and drinking.
After Xiaoshu covered the quilt for his brother, he walked to the table and took out the used paper that Brother Bai gave him. He said it was used, but there are actually many places to write, especially on the back.
And even if he gave him white paper, he wouldn't use it. The least used ones still have the words written by Brother Bai.
He doesn't admit it, but he can learn to write first, and after he has finished writing, he can ask the son if he can.
That is, he was a little reluctant to bear the candle. He opened the door and came out, only to find that the palace lanterns outside were all on, and they were still very bright.
He came back again, picked up the papers, and walked outside.
It's just the cold wind blowing that made him involuntarily fight a cold war.
It's really cold.
He wrapped his clothes tightly, found a place to squat, and then took out the paper.
He looked at them one by one, using his little fingers to draw on the paper.
He dare not write with a pen now, and writing is a waste of paper, as well as the pen.
The light cast by the palace lantern was very bright, not worse than candles at all, and even brighter. I just don’t know how big the candle is in the lantern. No one has ever changed it.
The cold wind blew his little face from time to time, and it also made his face hurt, but he was still sitting here, recognizing these words very hard, and when he learned it, he had to teach his younger brother. My younger brothers are all scholars, and they are worthy of the spirit of heaven.
When the night was getting deeper, he picked up all the papers and walked to his house. When he returned, Xiaomu was still sleeping and the quilt was well covered.
And here, even if you don't cover it, it won't be too cold.
The little tree put the paper carefully, this is the way to come, lie down and sleep well, and even now, his hands are scratching under the quilt from time to time.
He forced himself to remember many, many words.
Although he didn't know what these words were, he remembered his looks and the way of writing.
Another day, the little tree took those things again, carefully ran under a palace lantern, sat down, and spread the paper on his lap.
He picked up the pen and began to write in the air. After practicing for a few days, his hands finally did not shake. Although he did not know whether his writing was good, but at least, he now It should be possible to write.
Although he is incomparable with the little son, as long as he continues to work hard, he will definitely be able to improve. One day, he will also be able to write a good hand.
While he was still practicing calligraphy like this, he didn't know where a small white thing came from.
It seems to be glowing.
And this little thing was also squatting in front of him, as if he was still wearing a piece of clothing.
What is this?
The little tree tilted his head, and stared at this strange little thing with his big eyes. Yes, what is this thing, why is it so strange?
And still wearing clothes.
This clothes must be raised by humans.
"grumble……"
The little thing squatted down, staring at the little tree, and the little tree stared at it.
I was still thinking, what is this?
The little thing that was still sitting upright, suddenly screamed and ran to the side.
The little tree followed the little thing's figure and saw a young girl approaching, and she was still holding the strange thing in her arms.
That one, as expected, was raised by humans.
Obviously, this is raised by humans.
Otherwise, where did it get the clothes from?
The girl walked over, and Xiaoshu quickly put away his own things, just how messy he got, and fell all over the place after a while. It was obviously such a cold day, but he was in a cold sweat.
By this time the girl was already standing in front of him.
Although Xiaoshu's xinxing is stronger than that of ordinary children, he is only a seven-year-old. He is also afraid, worried, and at a loss.
The girl squatted down and picked up the paper on the ground one by one.
"Are you practicing calligraphy here?"
The girl asked him.
The little tree nodded muffledly.
"Why not in the house?"
The girl asked again, and on her shoulders was still the strange thing just now, except for the long tail, which looked like a mouse.
And in their village, if you encounter rats, they will all be killed. Rats are bad things and will spoil the food they finally grow.
But this one treats the mouse as a pet, or a fat and big white mouse.
The little tree lowered his head again, his small hand was flushed with cold.
"I'm afraid of wasting candles."
"So you are here?"
The woman pointed to the palace lanterns above.
"En," Xiaoshu sat there again, holding those things tightly in his arms.
"Sister, can you keep a secret for me? I didn't do bad things, I'm just learning to write here."
"sister?"
The woman blinked, "You call my sister?"
"That's the big sister."
Xiaoshu thought for a while, this is a change of name, and it is not called sister, what is it called, brother?