After breakfast, Zhang Wuliang took Zhang Zhenyong to review the characters he had learned yesterday, and then he started with "The Beginning of Man" and used the Three Character Classic to enlighten him, teaching him only one sentence at a time. And every day he reviewed the characters he had learned before teaching the next sentence.
Zhang Wuliang prepared a wooden board and wrote the characters he had learned on it for Zhang Zhenyong to refer to. He originally planned to make a sand table for him to practice calligraphy. But it snowed heavily for three days, not to mention sand, even stones could not be seen. During these three days, the Zhang family had been hiding in the warm house, sometimes coming out to sweep the snow and get some fresh air.
On the third day, the snow finally became lighter, and it was even clear in the afternoon. Zhang Wuliang finished a day of teaching, stood up from the kang to stretch his body, stretched his waist and stamped his legs, and sighed: "This year's snow is amazing."
Auntie Zhao was finishing the cotton shoes in her hand: "Auspicious snow means a good harvest. After this snow, we will have a good harvest next year."
"That's right." Zhang Wuliang also knew this saying. He turned his eyes and looked at Chen Xiaonian and said: "Xiaonian, why don't we go play in the snow?"
When Zhang Zhenyong heard it, he immediately raised his head from the words he had just learned, and the words "play in the snow" rolled in his eyes.
Chen Xiaonian was a little hesitant: "Let's not do it. It's so cold outside. Don't catch a cold later."
Zhang Wuliang was unwilling and continued to encourage him: "It's okay, just go out and play for a while. I'm almost moldy staying in this room all day. And if you don't go now, there will be nothing to play when the snow melts."
Chen Xiaonian was also a little uncomfortable sitting, so he reluctantly agreed: "Okay."
When Zhang Zhenyong saw it, he immediately said: "I want to go too!"
Zhang Wuliang laughed: "Haha, let's go together, let's go together, put on your jacket quickly."
"Okay" Zhang Zhenyong lifted the quilt and got off the kang.
The three people came out of the house wrapped tightly. The golden afternoon sun shone obliquely on the fluffy white snow. The heavy snow of more than a foot bent the branches and covered the ground, filling the yard that had not been swept. The world was clean and bright, sweeping away the haze in the heart.
Zhang Zhenyong was not interested in making a snowman with his eldest brother-in-law. He ran to find his little friend early. Zhang Wuliang took Chen Xiaonian to make a super big snowman in the yard. He wanted to use all the snow in the yard. His hands were frozen and sweaty. After making the snowman, the two did not go into the house. They put their hands in their sleeves to appreciate their masterpieces.
Zhang Wuliang looked at the snowman, Chen Xiaonian looked at Zhang Wuliang, and suddenly heard him say: "I want to eat tofu."
Then he looked up at the big stone mill next to the kitchen, looked at himself, and said: "Let's make tofu tomorrow?"
"Ah?" Chen Xiaonian didn't react yet: "How to do it?"
"Use soybeans," Zhang Wuliang said as a matter of course: "Don't we have some soybeans at home?"
"But how to make tofu with soybeans?" Chen Xiaonian said he didn't understand.
Zhang Wuliang was not worried: "What's so difficult about this? Just grind the soybeans into soy milk and add lime water to the brine."
"Lime water?" Chen Xiaonian thought for a moment: "But there is no lime water at home."
"Uh..." Zhang Wuliang had indeed never seen lime at home: "What about vinegar? There must be vinegar water, right?"
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The Story of a Young Man Who Traveled Through Time and Space to Farm
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