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Chang'an saw that Zhao Yuan was shivering so much that he couldn't control his hands, so he had to help him take off his soaked coat.

Finally, he also took off his outer pants and let him lie down in bed to warm himself.

Mrs. Wu brought two large bowls of rice from the kitchen, placed them on the Kang table, and invited the man to eat.

She took Chang An down and stood on the ground.

Song Sanshun tied the mule and his donkey together, took another bundle of fodder and put it into the donkey shed. After thinking for a while, he scooped half a scoop of soybeans and poured them into the stone trough.

When he returned to the house, he saw that his wife had put on Chang'an's shoes and carried her to another room, so he sat down to eat with the man.

Song Sanshun originally thought that the man was from the Yamen, or even a servant of the county magistrate's family, but he didn't expect that after he took off his raincoat, he was wearing a coarse cotton coat with several patches on it. He couldn't help but feel suspicious.

The man also noticed Song Sanshun's confusion, and said while eating: "A certain person is from the Longhu Escort Bureau in the county. This morning, he took over this young master's order and delivered it to your home. If it hadn't been difficult to walk on the snowy road, we would have It’s here, but don’t worry, I will leave tomorrow morning.”

Song Sanshun glanced at Zhao Yuan who had already gotten up to eat, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, do you know whose family this child belongs to?"

The man scooped a mouthful of rice into his mouth and said, "I don't know, but he gave me two silver coins to hire an escort. How could I refuse to do the business?"

Song Sanshun took a deep breath and turned to ask Zhao Yuan: "Why did you hire an escort to come to my house? Do your parents know?"

Zhao Yuan only buried his head in eating and did not answer.

The man laughed: "It seems that he was wronged at home, so he insisted on coming to your house."

Song Sanshun:

I am neither a relative nor an acquaintance of this child, nor do I have much interaction with him. I don’t understand why he came here in the snow, and I really don’t dare to think about what would happen if something went wrong on the road.

After dinner, Song Sanshun tidied up the side room, burned the kang, and brought two quilts for the man and Zhao Yuan to live in this room.

Zhao Yuan also obeyed and lay down on the bed to sleep quietly.

Seeing that the boy's coat and shoes were all wet, Mrs. Wu put them on the kang to bake. She also dug out her husband's old cotton-padded clothes and altered them, preparing them for Zhao Yuan to wear.

Chang'an had fallen asleep early and was reading the picture album given by the little goldfish in his dream.

The characters, flowers, and birds in this kind of album can all move. She poked her with her little hand, and the birds would peck her with their beaks. It was very interesting.

It's a pity that these picture albums cannot be taken outside, so she can only enjoy them alone.

But why can Xiao Zhuzhu be taken outside? Chang'an was puzzled.

Early the next morning, the man was indeed gone.

Song Sanshun originally wanted him to take Zhao Yuan back to the county magistrate's family, but seeing Zhao Yuan's pitiful eyes, he had to swallow his words.

As soon as the man left, Zhao Yuan became obviously happy and climbed onto Chang'an's kang to play with flowers.

Seeing that he was still so skinny, Chang An couldn't help but wonder: "Won't your mother feed you?"

Zhao Yuan shook his head.

"Then why did you come to my house?" Chang'an was puzzled.

Zhao Yuan raised his head: "I like your family."

Chang'an:.

Well, this is also a reason.

After eating the morning meal, Chang An wanted to paint and write. Seeing that Zhao Yuan was doing nothing, he asked, "Are you literate?"

If you are literate, give him a storybook to read, lest he get bored.

Zhao Yuan shook his head with a gloomy expression: "They said I was a fool and couldn't read."

Chang'an blinked and looked at him: "You are not stupid at all."

Can a fool go to the escort agency and hire an escort to take him to Songjiacun?

Zhao Yuan pursed his lips and smiled, a small dimple appeared on his cheek.

Chang'an took out a Three-Character Classic and said, "Then let me teach you how to read." Anyway, he already has two apprentices, so he doesn't mind having one more.

Zhao Yuan nodded immediately and stared at Chang'an with bright eyes.

So Chang'an pointed at the words in the book and taught him: "In the beginning, human beings are inherently good by nature. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart."

Zhao Yuan read along.

After reading it only three times, he was able to recite the first sixty words.

Chang'an was surprised: "You are so smart." Zhao Yuan's memory is even better than that of his uncle.

Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up after being praised, and he took the initiative to pick up a pen and learn to write.

Since this was the first time he was learning to write, Changan took out his manuscript paper and asked him to practice calligraphy on the back. He also gave him a copybook in Guange style to copy from.

Zhao Yuan wrote very seriously.

Chang'an only corrected him once on the posture of holding the pen and the order of strokes, and he immediately grasped the essentials.

Zhao Yuan spent the whole day reading and writing, almost using up the hemp paper given by Chang'an.

"Let's take a rest first." Chang'an handed him a piece of sesame candy cookie: "After eating, go outside and do some activities."

Uncle and aunt have shoveled all the snow in the yard aside, and Chang An wants to carve a snowman.

Zhao Yuan obediently took the pancake and ate it, then put on his warm cotton shoes and went running and jumping outside the yard.

Wu was afraid of freezing the children, so she put them in thick cotton clothes and made them wear rabbit fur ear hats.

Chang'an picked up a small shovel and slowly carved on the snow pile piled by his uncle.

She has experience in making clay statues, so the snowman and snow beast she carved are very lifelike.

After the carving was completed, cold water was poured on the snowman to make it look crystal clear.

Zhao Yuan looked at the snowman and snow beast carved in Chang'an and was simply stunned.

This was the first time he saw such a realistic snowman and snow beast: "Chang'an, I want to learn too."

Chang'an glanced at him and said, "You should learn to read first and then speak." Auntie said that the best way out for boys is to study, and then be promoted to officials.

Zhao Yuan is a child of a county magistrate, so he naturally has to focus on learning to read, otherwise he will not even be as good as a villager when he grows up.

Zhao Yuan nodded: "Then I will learn to carve a snowman after I know a lot of words."

Chang'an stuffed two pieces of black charcoal into the snowman's eyes: "Okay, once you learn a lot of words, you can take the exam to become a scholar. My uncle will go to the county seat next year to take the exam, and we will all go to accompany him then."

Zhao Yuan frowned, he didn't want to go back to the county, he just wanted to stay here.

A few days passed by, and Zhao Yuan was living like a fish in water at Song Sanshun's house. He had gained weight and his thin face had become fleshy.

He reads and writes during the day, occasionally helps Chang'an make paper sculptures with the little hoe, and sleeps on the warm kang at night.

But he often had nightmares, and every time he dreamed that he was back in a cold home, and the maids and servants avoided him like the god of plague.

The meals delivered to the yard were always cold, the water was cold, and even the bed where I slept at night was cold.

Later, even the cold rice was not delivered in time. He was so hungry that he had to go to the kitchen to find food by himself.

The cook found him stealing food in the kitchen and immediately told his wife. She also said that a lot of precious food was missing from the kitchen.

But I obviously only got two hard buns, and I didn't see anything else.

But A Niang didn't believe in herself and asked him to kneel down and reflect.

It was so cold on the ground and his knees hurt.

"Chang'an, Auntie" Zhao Yuan cried aggrievedly.

The sound of sobs alarmed Chang'an. She lay on the bed and stretched out her hand to shake his head: "Zhao Yuan, what's wrong with you?"