The village school is built in the open space surrounded by three sides at the entrance of the village. It is a circle of low earth walls with three entrances and three rooms. In the dusk of sunset, the whole Yixue seems particularly peaceful. Through the courtyard wall, the childlike sound of a young boy reciting books comes with the wind:

Confucius said: "Why don't you learn poetry? Poetry can be prosperous, can be observed, can be resentful, can be resentful. If you are near, serve your father, and serve your king in the distance, you are known as birds, beasts, plants and trees..."

Tang Que didn't expect that even before going to the county town this morning, he did not expect that he would step into the school again, and that he would step into such a school similar to a village primary school in later generations.

Although such a thing is incredible, Tang Que had no more choice. He knew that under the current circumstances, he had to go through such a process of re-creation before he could truly adapt to this new social environment. He needed to practice a brush calligraphy with regular script here, he needed to learn to recognize and write all commonly used traditional Chinese characters here, and he also needed to re-learn and systematically recite the Five Classics stipulated by the Tang Dynasty. Only in this way can his learning achievements through more than 20 years of time be truly released and reflected.

Tang Dynasty poetry, the Tang Dynasty, in this country of poetry, in this country where poetry is used as the standard for selecting materials, and in this country where poetry is used to measure the talent of literary talents by writing poetry, Tang Que did not lose confidence because of setbacks in the county town. He was always confident that he could live a good life in the future, but the starting point of this good life was in this simple village school in front of him.

"Knowledge changes destiny! It's a bit vulgar, but it's a real thing." Tang Que, who was whispering to himself, looked at Yi Xue again, and walked towards his home.

When Tang Que walked away from Yixue, it was already dusk, and he walked along the yellow nick path in the village to the broken house where he lived.

After turning a small bend, Tang Li saw two premature figures in front of the courtyard gate looking out along the wood door. In the heavy twilight, these two figures inevitably shrank a little in the early spring night wind.

Tang Que stopped almost when he saw these two figures, and the four words "Waiting for the return of the door" suddenly appeared in his heart. In the past twenty years of later generations, he learned this word early, but never felt it. It is precisely because of this that this word that perfectly interprets family affection has become his deepest regret and desire, but he never thought that what he could not expect from later generations was presented so suddenly 1,300 years ago.

Tang Que stood in the shadow of this house for a long time, just quietly looking at the warm and harmonious picture in the distance. It was not until he faintly heard the voices coming from the road behind that he walked forward. His legs, which had been running back and forth for dozens of miles in one day, could no longer feel tired. Tang Que walked faster and faster with the two figures.

"Dad, Mom", compared with the title of gratitude last night, Tang Que's title this time is no longer too much and awkward.

Seeing that his son, who was still lying on the bed for a month ago, was still alive for a day, Tang Zhang's eyebrows and eyes were full of love and joy. He was holding an old hand towel in his hand and patting the dust on his body, and kept muttering: "The sun is setting, I think you should come back too. If you are tired of walking, my mother has rolled out the noodles for you and you can put them in the pot when you go in."

As for Tang's father, although he looked at his son with his hands in his sleeves with a loving face, he didn't say anything. It was not until Tang Zhang finished speaking that he said a few words: "Go down, go in and go down."

In order to save the oil of lamps, only one lamp grass was used in the oil lamp in the house. It was a broken house that I had to live in. There was not much attention in the countryside. The big stove was built in the main hall. Tang Zhang added fire to boil water. He first made a pottery basin of washing water for his son. Then he asked Tang Que about going to the city while burning the fire.

After washing his hands and faces with hot water, Tang Que pulled a little squid made of old tree roots and sat down. Naturally, he didn't say anything about finding a job in the county town, but just picked up a few things he saw in the city. Even so, Tang and Zhang listened with relish and laughed out loud from time to time.

The house in front of me was both dilapidated and poor, and was not comparable to the two professor building with four bedrooms and two living rooms in later generations. However, the flowing laughter and family affection in this poor house made Tang Que extremely intoxicated, and this feeling could not be felt in the cold professor building no matter what.

Tang Zhang was indeed a good rice with tea and rice. The noodles were rolled in modest thickness, and they were very chewy. Then they had a spoonful of sour soup underneath. It was indeed a delicious farmer's rice. Tang Que was indeed hungry, so he took the bowl and took half of it in a few bites. While eating, he said vaguely, "It's delicious."

Seeing that his son was happy to eat, his face was full of wrinkles. She took out two black pottery bowls and served them. After taking out a steamed bun with a bowl of steamed bun from the small grass basket hanging on the stove: "Now your elder sister and brother-in-law are here to see you. The steamed bun was brought by them. Look how white this side is!"

I ate the steamed buns with the rolled noodles poured out of sour soup. The taste was very good. When Tang Que was eating, he suddenly noticed that not only did the steamed buns in his hands, but the bowl was filled with clear soup and poor water.

After Tang Que noticed this scene, his face suddenly turned red under the dim light. Later generations have become accustomed to taking care of each other with his busy parents in life, and he shows it when he is not careful.

Putting down the bowl and steamed buns in his hand, Tang Que took out the two steamed buns from Caolanzi, then stuffed them into the hands of Tang Zhang and the others without saying a word.

"Eat dry food when you are busy, eat thin food when you are free, and you will go to bed soon. Don't mess up the good things." Tang Zhang took the steamed bun handed over by the man and walked towards the stove, saying, "You are in good health, and you must be careful when eating. These are left for you to supplement slowly."

Tang Que saw that the two old men were reluctant to eat steamed buns. When he looked at Tang's father's rough hands that looked like a rake, he felt mixed feelings in his heart and could not be described. After reaching out to take the steamed buns from Tang Zhang's hand, he pressed them into the bowls of the two without saying a word. After the steamed buns were soaked, it would not work even if he wanted to put them away.

Tang Que's sudden performance made Tang Zhang both feel distressed and happy. He felt sorry for the two good steamed buns that could not be stopped after being dipped in soup, and was also happy about his son's filial piety, "Oh... look at this..."

"You guys eat quickly, wait and then soak it all away." Tang Que said, and then sat back to Xiao Shaozi and started eating.

After Tang Que finished the meal, he put down his bowl and whispered: "Dad, I'll work with you tomorrow." The first thing the family lacks at the moment is food. At least we must first ensure that the wheat can have a good harvest in this season, otherwise there will be no food in the second half of the year in autumn and winter. As for going to the village to study, we can only slow down temporarily. Compared with this, the food shortage that has been persisted until the summer harvest is even more worrying.

Seeing that Tang Que had a serious illness and had to go uphill farming for less than a month after he had to rest. When Tang Zhang was about to persuade him to raise him again, he heard a whirl of footsteps outside. Then a well-dressed woman pushed the door and walked in.

"Gao... the wife of the Gao family..." Tang Zhang, who put down the bowl and met the door, obviously didn't expect this woman to come to her house, so he spoke a little unhappy, "Why are you... free here?" Although Tang Zhang asked, her body blocking the door of the main hall did not move at all. Obviously, she didn't want the woman to enter the house.
Chapter completed!