MTL - Lady Cultivator-Chapter 1 Mojiacun

The east turned white, and the rooster started a day of farm life.

Wake up from sleep, women started to cook with water, and men either pick water or arrange farm tools to prepare for a day of work after eating.

This is a village under the Jincheng Liancheng. There are three or four hundred people in the village. There is only one surname and belongs to a family. Therefore, this village is called Mojia Village with their last name.

To the east of the village, there are several houses scattered sporadically. One of the brick houses in a single-door courtyard is very conspicuous among these houses. It is conspicuous because its raw materials are obviously much better than other houses. The roof tiles are thick and the walls are neat. At a glance, you know that it is not burned by the local people's law. The root bark is made of rattan, but it is made of fine bamboo. However, it was more rundown than other houses. The roof was broken and no one cleaned it up. The courtyard wall was broken and the vegetable fields in the courtyard were scattered.

At this moment, the door of the courtyard opened, and a little girl with a small pigtail and yellow complexion came out. She is about six or seven years old, she is very thin, has dishes and old clothes, but her body is clean and tidy, her hair is combed and her clothes are very clean.

I saw that she pulled up the chicken cage first, drove the chicken out, then went to the kitchen in the partial house, opened the door, and washed her face with cold water. After washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she rolled up her sleeves and measured the rice, rinsed it with water from the water tank, moved a small stool to the side of the stove, stood on the stool, lowered the rice to the cauldron, and started to burn.

Qilian City is located in the south of Jin Dynasty, with a mild climate, which is very suitable for growing rice. Therefore, rice stalks are used for burning. Fortunately, otherwise, where can a girl of this age be able to chop firewood.

After a short while, the door of the main room rang, and a pale woman entered the kitchen.

的 The burning girl jumped up quickly: "Mother, how did you get up? Just take a rest and the meal will be ready."

The daughter-in-law smiled and touched her head: "Tiange, do these things, please play."

"No," the little girl insisted, and pulled her into the room. "Mother, you can't blow your hair, I can do these things."

"It's just a trifle ..."

"I'll do the little things, ma'am, do you still want to faint and worry me?"

Your daughter-in-law was blocked by this sentence.

The little girl again said, "Mother, you can take a good rest. When you are all right, I won't do this."

The coquettish words in the tongue made the woman smile, but mixed with bitterness, the tone softened: "Okay, my mother will get better as soon as possible, and I won't let Tiange suffer in the future."

Dongfang showed red light, and the porridge also exuded rice fragrance. The little girl was on the small bench, carefully took two bowls, and picked some pickles from the jar at the corner of the house, one by one, to the main house.

There are no superfluous pickles in clear porridge, one is a patient, the other is a child. No wonder the two faces are not ruddy. The woman looked at her daughter and showed distress. The little girl didn't see it, she just drank her porridge.

After eating breakfast, the woman took care of her daughter again, and then took off the cloth bag hanging on the wall, hung it on her shoulder, and asked: "Go to the school, listen to the gentleman, and study hard."

"Well, I went to school."

The next day, the little girl stepped on the dew all the way to the village west ancestral hall, and there were boys running and joking on the road from time to time.

Seeing her walking on the road, a ten-year-old boy secretly followed, and suddenly rushed up, grabbing her braid and laughing, "Mo Tiange, your braid is so ugly, you Shave your head. "After that, another ran away.

Mo Tiange, who had been braided, stared at him severely: "Return my head rope!"

孩子 The child frowned and made a grimace: "Return to you? Why should you repay you? You have the ability to grab it, grab it!"

Where can the children stand this provocation, Mo Tiange flew the braid and chased the boy.

"Haha, stupid, I'm here!" The boy is very flexible and strong, where is her thin and thin body, and she is thrown away every time she folds, making her angry.

After a while, Mo Tiange chased breathlessly. At this moment, the girl's voice came from far behind: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Hearing this voice, both stopped.

A 7- or 8-year-old girl ran near and saw Mo Tiange's messy braids, suddenly glaring at him: "Brother, don't allow you to bully Tian Ge, return things!"

The boy who was just so fierce just now suddenly faced with pain: "I just make her play."

女孩 The girl raised her eyebrows and glared at her brother: "You still said! I will go home and tell my father if you don't pay back, that you bully your sister."

The boy's face was even harder: "What kind of sister is she? He doesn't live with us."

"Our grandpa Tiange is also called grandpa, why isn't he a sister? You say I'll go back and tell dad now!"

"Okay, okay, here you are." The boy put a cord on his head and left quickly.

Seeing him go, Tiange whispered, "Tianqiao, thank you."

Mo Mo Tianqiao raised a smile: "Don't thank me, he's wrong. Hey, this is yours!"

Momo Tiange took the head rope and tied his pigtails casually.

"Let's do it." Mo Tianqiao watched her tie sloppily, and untied her braid. She is half a head taller than Mo Tiange, and can braid her hair smoothly without her squatting.

He braided his braid, and Mo Tianqiao carefully pulled out a paper bag from his pocket and opened it: "Tiange, come and eat bread."

Momo Tiange took over what she handed over, a piece of sweet potato cake. She whispered, "Thank you."

She usually does not eat pastry candy. Her mother has been ill. Although she is still hungry, she has no surplus food. Only when the New Year is celebrated, Grandpa's family buys sweets.

Wu Tianqiao and her brother Tianjun are uncle's children. Tianqiao treats her well and always eats her snacks.

"Let's eat together."

"Ok."

The two of them ate all the way and went to the shrine together.

The ethnology of the Momo family is located in the village ancestral hall. An old showman in the village is the master of the school, and the children in the clan are taught to study. As a tribe, all children in Mojia Village can enter school without paying tuition fees. However, the villagers have been grazing in the ground for generations, and most of them just hope that the children will recognize a few big characters in the future. The children came to study in the morning and went to work at home in the afternoon. Only a few children with high hopes stayed in the afternoon.

The two Momo Tiange entered the ancestral hall. The house was already full of children. The younger was six or seven years old and the older was thirteen or four years old. They were all boys, only two of them were girls.

The world believes that women are talented and virtue is the same, and the Mo family is also the same. The daughters of the Mojia village rarely go to school. They help the family with housework since the beginning of the day. Learn a few words.

That's the case with Momo Tianqiao. She is a grandson of the Mo family, because she is the granddaughter and a compatriot with her grandson and grandmother. Therefore, she also looks at her first class in the family.

She and Tiange are the only two or two named in this generation.

However, the situation of Mo Tiange is different.

The mother of Momo Tiange was originally the four girls of the clan's family, but now she is called the four women. She was not born by the patriarch's wife, but was born outside when the patriarch was young. Therefore, the family treated her very coldly, and because of her sickness in her womb, her chronic illness continued throughout the year, and she became more and more cold.

Ten years ago, a scholar came to the village to borrow here. I had seen her several times before, and somehow asked the patriarch to marry him. Although the patriarch did not like this daughter, but was also afraid that others would not have good intentions, he said that he was asked to stay in the village, and no one expected the scholar to object. Soon the two became relatives and lived in the village.

What a pity, in the third year, the scholar was going to travel far away, but he could not return.

Because her father never returns, she is the only bloodline. Tiange not only has a surname but also a name that has followed her age and has been raised as a boy.

When the school was noisy, a cough came from the inside, and the child in the room calmed down immediately, and an old master with a majestic appearance came out from the inside.

I saw the students sitting obediently, no one was noisy, the old master nodded with satisfaction, took a book from the case, and said, "Have you learned the first paragraph of the Disciples Rule yesterday?"

The school was quieter. These children are just for literacy. Where can they read seriously, it is good to teach ten words in half.

Master Fu frowned, and named: "Mo Tianjun, come back."

Mo Mo Tianjun stood up quickly, but her face was wrinkled, not as arrogant as when she bullied Mo Tiange.

Only listened to him and began to recite: "Parents call, don't slow down. Parents, don't be lazy. Parents teach, they must listen. Parental responsibilities, they must obey."

Master Qiao nodded: "Yes, continue."

"Winter is warm, summer is cool. Morning is provincial, and faint is fixed. Out ... it is necessary to report, otherwise, it must be ..." After reading this, he scratched his head and thought for a while, but couldn't remember it.

Secretly looked up at the Master's face, but saw that the Master was serious, and quickly lowered his head.

"Hum!" The Master hummed coldly, and said, "What did you do last night? Why do you memorize this?"

Mo Tianjun yelled twice and didn't dare answer.

"hand."

Xu Wenyan said that Mo Tianjun's face was as bitter as he was courageous, but he did not dare to disobey the master. He only stepped forward and carefully extended his left hand.

The master-in-law's skinny hand held the ruler and patted his palm. Mo Tianjun was shocked and flattened his hands ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ turned his head away without looking.

He lifted his ruler high and hit him in the palm of his hand. The whole school child didn't dare to say a word, for fear that the next one was himself.

After five beatings, Mo Tianjun's palm was already red, and the master put away his ruler: "Next, Mo Tianwei."

"Yes." Another child stood up and began to memorize, "Parents call, don't slow down. Parents, don't be lazy. Parents teach, listen carefully. Parents blame, they must obey ..."

磕 磕 The child stumbled, and finally got his back full, and the master finally frowned: "Go back and get familiar, next."

I felt Tian Qiao moving around, Mo Tiange whispered, "Tian Qiao, what's wrong?"

Mo Mo Tianqiao bitterly, and whispered, "I don't know well, I don't know if I can do it all later."

"Hurry up while you're on your back, it's too late."

"That's right." Mo Tianqiao quickly opened the pages of the book and recited them in her heart.

"Mo Tiange."

Momo Tiange quickly stood up: "Yes, Master."

She thought about it, and began to recite: "Parents call, don't slow down. Parents shouldn't be lazy. Parents should teach and listen. Parental responsibilities should be obedient. Winter is warm, summer is cool. Morning is province, faint Make sure. If you do, you will be told, but you will have to face it. There is no change in the industry ... "

"Three years of mourning, often sadness. Living changes, wine and meat must be lost. Funeral and sacrifice. Sincerity is the same as death."

A slight smile appeared on the face of the master-in-law: "Okay, your back is very good. Today you will start watching" Chu Zei "."

"Yes, Master."

She was relieved, opened the book and looked at the next paragraph.

Although these strangers do not care about learning well or bad, the old master is a full-fledged scholar with a tough temper, and it is not easy to get his praise.