Mrs. Zuo knew very well about her eldest son's cold temperament. Unlike his younger brother, he would not let her pinch his face or hug him when he was four or five years old. He was quite unlovable.
With sharp eyes, she noticed that her husband was looking at a child, and she didn't look away for several seconds.
Madam Zuo's curiosity suddenly rose, and her eyes fell on the child.
Her eyebrows are quite delicate, her bright red lips are slightly curved, her skin is as white as jade, and she is very cute. If it weren't for the red mole on his forehead, she would have almost thought he was a brother.
"Child, come here." Mrs. Zuo waved her hand gently, and Bai Jin knew that she was calling him.
Under the curious and envious eyes of the other children, Bai Jin walked over without being arrogant or humble, and said politely, "Hello, madam."
"Hey, you're so good. What's your name?" Mrs. Zuo asked him.
Bai Jin: "Bai Jin, white in spring and snow, cautious in words and deeds."
When he answered, most of the standing young man's attention was focused on him, his eyes were full of uncontrollable curiosity, but he was forced to Pretend to be indifferent.
"The Analects of Confucius: Xue Er says: When a disciple enters, he will be filial, and when he leaves, he will be a younger brother. He will be sincere and trustworthy, love everyone, and be kind. Your name comes from Jin, which is a good name." Mrs. Zuo praised.
Bai Jin thought for a moment and replied, "My father took it from me."
"On the contrary, my father's love for his son is also the desire for you to see his son succeed. Like me, parents love their children for far-reaching purposes.* "
Bai Jin: "What Madam said is absolutely true."
Madam Zuo tested a few more sentences on his homework. They were all very simple questions. Bai Jin answered them based on what he had learned in modern times and his own opinions.
He was only contemplating the words and did not notice the appreciation and surprise in the eyes of Mrs. Zuo and the standing boy.
Mrs. Zuo: "Where did you learn from?"
Bai Jin respectfully replied: "My father once taught me how to read and write."
Bai Laoer may have been reincarnated. They couldn't ask anyone even if they wanted to, and it was impossible to expose it. Your own lies.
In this question and answer, the housekeeper and the other children already know the answer, and understand that the choice of the book boy may be decided just like this.
However, they were unwilling to give up until the last moment.
Until Mrs. Zuo asked Bai Jin: "Would you like to be my uncle's book boy?"
Bai Jin glanced at the noble young man next to him. When he looked over, the other man smiled softly and did not refute. He was so polite at a young age. Be polite and courteous.
He replied loudly and forcefully: "Yes!" He
didn't look like a naughty kid, and he still had money to earn. Bai Jin couldn't even imagine that there would be a better job than this.
After signing and postponing the painting, Bai Jin did not expect that Mrs. Zuo would ask the housekeeper to bring him some rice and a piece of pork in the end.
Madam touched his head: "After that, he will come to our county government to eat and live with Dalang. If you can't let go of your parents, you can finally come to me and make it clear."
Bai Jin burst into tears: "Thank you, Madam!" He was quite happy that she was as gentle and approachable as his mother.
Mrs. Zuo watched Bai Jin leave and asked Zuo Anli next to her: "Are you satisfied with the book boy I chose for you?"
Zuo Anli replied respectfully: "My child will obey your mother's arrangements." Can't choose? The mistakes are also boring.
"You really are becoming less and less cute as you grow older." Mrs. Zuo sighed.
Erlang, who was holding her feet, shouted in a sweet voice: "Mom, don't be angry, Erlang is cute!"
"Yes, I still have my Erlang."
When the magistrate Zuo returned home, he happened to see this scene of a loving mother and a filial son. He walked over and hugged Erlang into his arms, "Oh, it's a lot heavier!"
Erlang pouted and ignored him angrily.
Magistrate Zuo asked his wife: "How about the book boy chosen for Da Lang?"
Mrs. Zuo thought about it for a moment and replied slowly: "He is a good boy who is gentle, polite, intelligent and alert, but his family should be very poor."
"This is not the case . The question is, who would be willing to be a book boy for your children if they were not poor? "
" That's right. " Who's child will not grow up in the hands of his parents?
"Let's check his origins again. I hope things like what happened in the capital won't happen again."
Mrs. Zuo was silent, forcing a smile and twitching the corners of her lips: "Yeah."
Children from poor families are often easily manipulated, and the emperor The art emphasizes balance, and the children of poor families are like a knife in the emperor's hand.
The emperor would not allow one party to grow stronger, and now he very much wanted to weaken the aristocratic family, so he opened up favors, promoted children from poor families, and suppressed aristocratic families.
However, aristocratic families are not so easily weakened. Children from poor families are often co-opted and suppressed, and now that in-law relationships are prevalent, this phenomenon is even more serious.
Take County Magistrate Zuo as an example. He is from a poor family, but his wife comes from a noble family.
The former scholar was from a noble family, and he committed a terrible deed to murder Zuo Anli, which scared the whole family to pieces. The wife of County Magistrate Zuo didn't particularly trust her family, so she decided to find a suitable book boy in the county town.
Others look down on students from remote areas, but County Magistrate Zuo is informal. He thinks that the book boy just accompanies Zuo Anli to study, and his family's elder brother will not stop studying seriously without a good book boy.
*
Bai Jin put the rice and meat into the basket on his back, covered it with a white cloth as when he came, and returned home happily.
Such a big piece of pork has a lot of fat. Although he doesn't like eating it, it can be used for frying. The fried lard is particularly fragrant for cooking, and he also has soap.
Bai Jin had always wanted to make soap, one of the legendary time travel tools. When he burned the vegetation to ashes, mixed it with water and precipitated it to make clear water, and was about to experiment, he was dumbfounded.
He has no oil!
He is so poor that even he has very little oil and water on his body.
In fact, there were toiletries such as soap and bath beans in ancient times, but those things were made of precious spices and pearls and jade chips. They were quite luxurious and were used by ordinary eunuchs, let alone ordinary people. Sorry.
Ordinary people use soap locust whether they shampoo, bathe or do laundry.
Dashan is a geomantic treasure land with countless treasures inside.
Bai Jin picked a lot of fragrant little wild flowers. He didn't care about the taste, but he was afraid that the county magistrate would avoid it. If they dislike it, it means they dislike it. When the time comes, they will drive you away without giving you a chance to regret it. .
Then who should he talk to for reason?
When everything was ready, Bai Jin poured the stirred light yellow liquid into the clay pot. The amount was not much, but it was enough to make a large piece of soap. After it solidifies, cut it into two pieces, which will be enough for him and his mother to use for a long time.
After doing this, Bai Jin put the pottery pot in the corner and ignored it, concentrating on his mother cooking.
Bai Jin had ruthlessly borrowed dozens of points from the system to buy ointment for Zhang. The golden sore ointment from the future world will definitely be much better than the ordinary ointment today.
Maybe even better than the palace ointment.
Besides, since he has so many debts, he can just borrow some points and pay them back later. But man is only one, and he will not put the cart before the horse.
After Zhang took the medicine, she felt much better. She was able to get out of bed the next day, but it was not suitable to do a lot of labor. Bai Jin also stopped her from moving, so she could only get out of bed and walk around.
Coming back from the county town today, Bai Jin happily announced the good news to Mrs. Zhang: "Mother, I have become the school boy of the county magistrate's son! Look, this is the rice grain that the county magistrate's wife ordered her subordinates to give me. There is meat there. The county magistrate's wife is gentle, virtuous, and kind, so you don't have to worry."
Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but stare at the pork that Bai Jin had lifted, and she kept saying it for a long time. Speechless.
Finally regaining her senses, she said in surprise: "The county magistrate's wife is so generous?" But she couldn't help but worry about the child. She frowned and asked softly: "How about the county magistrate's son? Is it easy to get along with him?"
Bai Bai In order to appease his mother, Jin nodded fiercely, "He is a gentle, friendly, polite and elegant young master."
After hearing what he said, Mrs. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and cooked for her son herself.
Her cooking skills are much better than Bai Jin's, and Mrs. Zhang doesn't want to treat her son badly. She can't bear to eat such a large piece of pork, and it would be a pity to let it go rotten.
Bai Jin sat by the stove and lit the fire, and said to his mother in detail: "Mom, I will be a book boy from now on and come back every ten days. You have to take care of yourself when I am not around. I will ask Aunt Qian and Brother Dayong to take care of you. By the way, I still left three ounces of money!"
Mrs. Zhang couldn't help laughing as she listened to her son's thoughts: "Are you, am I the elder or are you? Those rich and powerful children who work as schoolboys should be careful in their words and deeds, and bear in mind that suffering is a blessing, and if you can tolerate it, we are not someone we can mess with at will."
Bai Jin did not refute, and responded respectfully.
Mrs. Zhang put the meat and vegetables in the pot on the table and said with a cold face: "Qingnu, mother knows what you are worried about. It is just that you are afraid that your cousin will come to me again. But this time I won't For myself and for you, I will never give in, let alone let them bully me!"
Bai Jin was startled and smiled slightly: "Yes, I know that my mother is the most powerful."
No matter who it is, you can only stand up for yourself. Only in this way can you be respected, even feared, by others.
He was very happy that his mother could recognize the reality. Even a small resistance to the evil forces was a great progress.
*
A time traveler should look like a time traveler, and he finally made something that fits his identity!
Bai Jin got up from bed early in the morning and went straight to his destination-the shade of the kitchen.
He picked up the small clay pot and moved the tip of his nose slightly. He could already smell the light fragrance. This was the ordinary wild flower fragrance. If the petals were replaced by flowers with strong fragrance such as roses and peach blossoms, the fragrance would probably be even better.
He took a knife and carefully scratched along the edge of the inside of the clay pot, so that the soap could be separated from the clay pot. Without a suitable container, such an embarrassing situation would occur.
Fortunately, the soap was completely solidified, so there was no need to worry about it shattering. He held it in his hand and observed it with the help of the sunlight from the sky.
The light yellow soap is translucent, smooth and flawless, with a dark color that shines brightly in the sun. You can see the tiny petals inside, but it has a unique flavor.
Bai Jin didn't filter it. If he filtered it several times with fine mesh, only the clear soap body would appear. But he didn't think it was troublesome, so he skipped this step.
If you use essence, it will be all essence, the smell will be stronger, and there will be no "remains" of flowers.
Bai Jin couldn't wait to test it out with his first finished product, but was blocked by the system.
[Handmade soap cannot be used immediately. It must be left for at least three to four weeks, otherwise it will cause great harm to the skin. *]
Bai Jin was stunned: [What? ! No! 】He doesn’t think the system will lie to him, he just feels a little troublesome and depressed.
The system is good at teaching: [I have a recipe for industrial soap here. Since this is your first time making it, it also includes certain chemicals and raw materials. 】
Bai Jin choked up, 【Can you just tell me how many points you want? 】
【Hey, it's not expensive! 】
In this way, Bai Jin owed the system another point and gave him a sample.
The sample can also be rubbed into fine foam, and after washing, the body is smooth, moisturized, fragrant and smooth.
The effect speaks for itself.
It must be said that the feeling of being woken up at the end of his great success made him very sad.
Bai Jin's proudly raised breasts shrank back.
Fortunately, we can still make industrial soap similar to that of later generations. Handmade soap is not a complete failure and can still be used after a month.
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*From "The Empress Dowager Zhao's Touching the Dragon" from "Warring States Policy"
*From
Bai Jin after the online adaptation: This money is really not so easy to make!