He found himself very hungry.

But in the end he pushed the bowl to the little tree again.

"Brother, Xiaomu is not hungry."

As soon as his words fell, his belly purred.

Xiaomu quickly picked up his belly.

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

Xiaoshu pushed the bowl at his younger brother again, "You eat it, my brother has eaten it."

"Really?"

Xiaomu didn't believe it.

"real."

Xiaoshu pointed outside, "Brother was eating with the young master on the table outside. This was the meal that the young master cooked with him and was also left for Xiaomu."

Xiaomu narrowed his eyes and smiled. For him, the one who can give them food in this world is a good person.

“Eat.”

Xiaoshu touched his younger brother's head again and put everything in place.

Xiaomu then picked up the bowl and started to eat with big mouthfuls.

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

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

He finished the lunch bowl in one breath, and even a grain of rice was left. He ate it so that his belly bulged up. It was so good to sleep with a full belly.

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

There is no hunger, no coldness, and no one beats them. Even the dreams they have must be a good dream of eating and drinking.

After Xiaoshu covered his younger brother with a quilt, he walked to the table and took out the used paper that Brother Bai gave him, saying that he had used it. In fact, there are still many places to write, especially on the back.

And even if he gave him blank paper, he would not know how to use it. At least these used ones also have the words written by Brother Bai.

He didn't recognize it, but he could learn to write first, and after he finished writing, he could just go to the young master to ask if he wanted to.

He was a little reluctant to let go of the candles. He opened the door and came out, but found that the palace lanterns outside were all lit, and they were still very bright.

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

It was just the cold wind that blew into him, which made him fight a cold war.

It's really cold.

He wrapped his clothes tightly and found a place to squat. This was how he took out all the papers.

He looked at it one by one, and also used his little finger to draw on the paper.

He dares not write with a pen now, and it is a waste of paper and that pen.

The light cast by the palace lanterns is very bright, not worse than candles at all, and is even brighter. I just don’t know how big candles are lit in the lamp, and no one has ever come to change them.

The cold wind blew his little face from time to time, and it also made his little face hurt. But he still sat here, recognizing these words very hard. When he learned it, he had to teach his younger brother. In this way, he and his younger brother were both scholars, and he would be worthy of his parents' spirit in heaven.

It was late until the night was getting deeper, and he picked up all the papers and walked towards his house. When he returned, Xiaomu was still sleeping and the quilt was covered well.

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

Xiaoshu carefully put the paper down and came over to sleep. Even now, his hands were still slashing in the quilt from time to time.

He forced himself to remember many words.

Although he didn't know what these words were called, he remembered his appearance and how to write it.

One day, Xiaoshu took those things and ran carefully to a palace lantern, then sat down and spread the paper flat on his legs.

He picked up his pen and wrote words in the air. After practicing this for a few days, his hands finally stopped shaking. Although he didn't know whether his writing was good, at least he should be able to write it out now.

Although he can't compare with the young master, as long as he continues to work hard, he will definitely make progress. One day, he can also write good words.

Just when he was still practicing calligraphy like this, a small white thing came from somewhere.

It seems to be shining.

And this little thing was also squatting in front of him, and seemed to be wearing a piece of clothing.

What is this?

Xiaoshu tilted his head and also stared at this strange little thing. He stared at him with big eyes. Yes, what is this thing? Why did it make such a strange thing?

And he is wearing clothes.

This kind of clothes must be raised by people.

"grumble……"

The little thing squatted down and stared at the little tree, which was also staring at it.

I was still thinking in my heart, what is this?

The little thing who was sitting straight was suddenly screaming and ran to the side.

Xiaoshu followed the little thing's figure and saw a young girl coming over, while she was still holding the strange thing in her arms.

That one, indeed, was raised by humans.

And obviously, this is what people raise.

Otherwise, where did it get the clothes?

The girl came over and Xiaoshu hurriedly packed his things. However, the more he collected it, it became more and more messy. After a while, it fell all over the floor. It was obviously such a cold day, but he was sweating coldly.

And at this time the girl was standing in front of him.

Although Xiaoshu is better than ordinary children, he is only a seven-year-old child. He will be afraid, worried, and even at a loss.

The girl squatted 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 in a quiet voice.

"Why not in the house?"

The girl asked again, and there was still the strange thing just now sitting on her shoulder, except for a long tail, which looked like a mouse.

And in their village, if they encounter mice, they will be killed. The mice are all bad things and will ruin the food they have finally grown.

But this one regarded the rat as a pet, and was still a fat and big white mouse.

The little tree lowered its head again, and its hands were frozen red.

"I'm afraid I'll waste the candle."

"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 the secret for me? I didn't do bad things, I just learned to write here."

"elder sister?"

The woman blinked, "You call me sister?"

"That's the big sister."
Chapter completed!