Chapter 1888 Where Is the Big Sister From?

He found himself very hungry.

But in the end, he pushed the bowl to Xiaoshu again.

"Brother eat, Xiaomu is not hungry."

As soon as his words fell, his stomach growled loudly.

Xiaomu quickly hugged his belly.

"Brother, it's barking, it's not hungry, it's really not hungry."

Xiaoshu pushed the bowl to his brother again, "You can eat it, my brother has already eaten it."

"Really?"

Xiaomu couldn't believe it.

"real."

Xiaoshu pointed to the outside, "Brother is at the table outside and eats with the young master. This is the meal that the young master personally beat, and it is also left for Xiaomu."

Xiaomu narrowed his eyes and laughed, and for him, the people in this world who can feed them are good people.

"Eat."

Xiaoshu touched his brother's little head again, and put the quilt away.

This is Xiaomu who picked up the bowl and ate the rice in a big mouth.

This is white rice, and there is a lot of meat. He has never eaten white rice before. He and his brother have eaten tree bark and grass roots. Those are very unpalatable.

And now the white rice is really delicious, fragrant and soft.

He ate all the food in the bowl in one breath, not even a grain of rice was left, and his stomach swelled after eating. It was good to sleep with a full stomach.

He had just woken up, but soon fell asleep again, still making a sweet little snoring.

There is no hunger, no cold, and no one beats them. Even their dreams are definitely good 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. In fact, there are still many places to write, especially the back.

And even if he was given white paper, he would not use it. The least used ones had the words written by Brother Bai on it.

He doesn't recognize it, but he can learn to write first, and then go to the son to ask if he has finished writing.

That is, he was a little reluctant to hold candles. He opened the door and came out, only to find that the palace lanterns outside were all on, but they were still very bright.

He came back again, picked up the papers and walked outside.

It was just the cold wind blowing that made him fight a cold war.

It was really cold.

He wrapped his clothes tightly, found a place to squat, and took out all the papers.

He looked at them one by one, and also drew on the paper with his little finger.

He doesn't dare to write with a pen now, and writing is a waste of paper, as well as the pen.

The light cast by the palace lantern is very bright, not worse than a candle at all, even brighter, but I don't know how big the candle is in this lamp, and no one has come to change it.

The cold wind blows on his little face from time to time, and it also hurts his little face, but he still sits here, recognizing these words very hard, and when he learns it, he has to teach his younger brother. The younger brother is a scholar, and he is worthy of the spirit of his father and mother.

When the night was a little deeper, he picked up all the papers and walked to his house. When he went back, Xiaomu was still sleeping and the quilt was well covered.

And here, even if you don't cover the quilt, it won't be too cold.

Xiaoshu placed the paper carefully, and he came here, lay down and fell asleep, and even now, his hand is scratching under the quilt from time to time.

He forced himself to memorize many, many words.

Although he didn't know what these words were called, he remembered how they looked and how they were written.

Another day, Xiaoshu took those things again, ran carefully under a palace lantern, sat down again, 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 stopped shaking. Although he didn't know whether his handwriting was good, at least he now Should be able to write.

Although he can't compare with the young master, as long as he continues to work hard, he will definitely improve. One day, he will be able to write a good handwriting.

While he was still practicing calligraphy like this, a small white thing ran out of nowhere.

It still 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?

Xiaoshu tilted his head, also with this strange little thing, his big eyes widened, yes, what is this thing, how is it born so strange?

And still wearing clothes.

This is wearing clothes, it must be raised by humans.

"grumble……"

The little thing squatted down and stared at the little tree, and the little tree stared at it.

I'm still thinking, what the hell is this?

The little thing that was sitting upright at first suddenly let out a screeching cry and ran to the side.

Xiaoshu followed the figure of the little thing, and saw a young girl walking over, and she was still holding the strange thing in her arms.

That one, sure enough, was raised by humans.

And obviously, this is what people raise.

Otherwise, where did it get the clothes from?

The girl came over, and Xiaoshu hurriedly put away his things, but the more he collected it, the more messy it became, and it fell to the ground after a while. It was such a cold day, but he broke out in a cold sweat.

At 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 child. He will also be afraid, worried, and even more overwhelmed.

The girl crouched down and picked up the papers on the ground one by one.

"Are you practicing calligraphy here?"

the girl asked him.

The little tree nodded sullenly.

"Why not in the house?"

The girl asked again, and the strange thing just now sat on her shoulders. Except for a long tail, it looked a bit like a mouse.

In their village, if they encounter rats, they will be killed. Rats are bad things, and they will spoil the food they finally planted.

But this one kept the rat as a pet, or a fat and big white rat.

Xiaoshu lowered his head again, and his little hands were frozen red.

"I'm afraid of wasting candles."

"So you're here?"

The woman pointed to the palace lanterns above.

"Well," Xiaoshu sat there again, holding those things tightly in his arms.

"Sister, can you keep a secret for me, I haven't done anything bad, I'm just learning to write here."

"elder sister?"

The woman blinked, "You call me sister?"

"That's big sister."

Xiaoshu thought for a while, this is the name changed, and it is not called elder sister, what is it called, is it called elder brother?