The Twenty-Four Histories is the general name of the twenty-four historical books written by various dynasties in ancient times. It starts with the legendary Yellow Emperor and ends in the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty.

Using this set of history books as teaching aids, will it be too profound for the two seven-year-old children?

Right!

He's so headstrong!

The official history plus the miscellaneous history, interspersed with wild history, he is at his fingertips, and it is even more witty, but it will not make Guan Tianyou tired of studying.

But he longed to return home.

In the past two days, Mei Laozheng talked about Sima Qian's "Historical Records".

I want to talk about this volume alone!!

Guan Tianyou estimated that with the progress of the old man leaving a series of questions from time to time after he finished speaking, the road for his brother and sister to come back was still far away.

Do you want to listen?

It's a rare opportunity.

Soon, his attention was focused on Mei Lao.

The old man likes him for this - steady.

No matter how intelligent his talent is, if his heart can't be stabilized, it will be useless for him to cultivate. When the little kid asked to go home, Mei Lao was always watching him.

If this kid mentions it once, and then repeats it a second time, or even a third, he thinks of him as a junior.

Fortunately, like the little girl, she didn't disappoint him.

As for what the child is thinking, does he need to wake up?

Why is it necessary?

His little disciple was four years old and could draw inferences. As his son, in the same way, the master led him into the door to practice as an individual, and how much he could realize to see the creation.

Lecture in the study, Mei Dayi leaned on a wicker chair in the courtyard, listening to the commentary on a pocket-sized radio on his lap.

From time to time, he smiled heartily.

Compound Cheng family.

The hall is very large, and the concrete floor is smooth.

The back of the simple armchair sofa is draped in a yarn crochet made of off-white wool, and a plain vase with flowers is placed on the low table.

Tastefully tight.

Ye Wuye and Qi Lao, who were invited by Cheng Lao, were drinking wine and chatting freely with Kan Dashan, and their words were full of remembrances of the past.

Without exception, with the relationship between Cheng Lao and Zhou Xiaozheng, as the second generation spokesperson of the Zhou family, Zhang Guoqing poured wine for the old men on one side.

But Zhang Guoqing, the little fellow who was cheering at the moment, he couldn't make Ye Wuye laugh. Thinking of the letter he had just received when he went out, Ye Wuye just wanted to scold his mother.

The corners of his eyes were still in the afterglow, focusing on Jiang Lao from time to time. Your daughter-in-law has an appointment with Lao Tzu, do you know that you are an old immortal?

And the old Qi beside him still patted his thighs and patted his thighs while chatting happily, and the old man occasionally "hissed".

This scene made Cheng Lao, as the master, feel pain for him, thinking about it, he still didn't embarrass the old man, and raised his glass and touched Qi Lao's cup.

Drink it, drink it to death!

Look at you, old boy, dare your granddaughter-in-law enter the hospital as soon as she enters the door!

If you dare to be admitted to the hospital as soon as you go back, he Cheng Zhixun will not accept anyone, so he will obey you!

"Little Wu, pour wine for your Grandpa Qi. ”

Qi Lao slapped the empty wine glass, "Don't, if you drink again, Lao Tzu is really going to the hospital." Hurry up and entertain your fellow countrymen, this old five and little five are really fate. ”

Saying that, Qi Lao laughed, "Old Five, you still have talents in your mess." Look, this is the most outstanding junior in our hospital. ”

Hearing this, Ye Wuye praised Qi Lao very much, and couldn't help but compare his uncle with the other party in his heart.

Let's be honest. In terms of appearance, this kid is not as good as his uncle, and in terms of communication methods, this kid may not be as good as his arrogant uncle.

But the loss is lost in two words - support.

Ye Wuye thought of his uncle Guan Youshou and sighed secretly. It's not that he can't see that his uncle wants to fly out of Ma Liutun's mind, but the old man is too nervous about this nephew.

Otherwise, with the child's ability and Lao Mei's power, he will push it again, which point is worse than other young men. Going to college? He didn't blow it.

His uncle could get a diploma certificate if he could herd cattle, and if he hadn't stopped him from going to the commune training class this time, a small clerk would never have escaped.

Ye Wuye glanced at Zhang Guoqing, who poured wine for him, and smiled.

He is a blessed child.

is much more blessed than his uncle, a seedling of the Mei family.

After three rounds of drinking, the time is not early.

Ye Wuye made a farewell.

It's better for him to go back and harass the old man.

Mei's small courtyard.

At the same time, Mei Lao still left a bunch of after-school problems for the two children, and waited for Mei Dayi to settle the two children and go back to the East House to rest.

In the study, as usual, he held a pen in his left hand and began to write down these after-school questions in a brand new notebook.

As for for who it is for?

It is conceivable that he opened the secret passage with "thief's eyebrows".

For Guan Youshou, a little disciple, in addition to appreciation, he cherishes more. It hurts that he suffered the misfortune of a pair of absurd parents at a young age.

can make a four-year-old child say very solemnly that he wants to be free, even if he is a mud leg, and he doesn't want to be a human being. It can be seen how much grievances have been suffered.

Guan Jinghuai has created evil.

To be born without raising is to be an animal.

Even the seven-year-old knew the truth.

Do you not understand if you brag about yourself all day long?

It's late.

Too late.

Jin Zhi, this kid has had the right idea since he was a child. You just have a big reason, and it is a hurdle that you can't overcome if you want him to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

Mei Dayi carried a hot water bottle and looked at the door of the study and entered.

Mei Lao glanced at him and shook his head secretly. "Sleeping?"

Mei Dayi nodded happily, "An An still wanted to do needlework, but I stopped her." I don't have to get up at night, for fear that I won't be able to sleep well. ”

It's worth laughing about!

Jinzhi will definitely treat you as his own father!

"The two children follow their father's temperament and are good children. Mei Lao stood up from behind his desk, "You also rest early, and strive to live as an old king." ”

Mei Dayi, who was just about to laugh, decisively tilted his head. Hmph, I don't know you like you. You are the old king, don't think I can't hear who you scold!

"Don't buy bean juice tomorrow, buy me and cut you! And those stinky tofu or other things will be served to me again, you wait!"

Mei Dayi immediately smiled, "There will definitely be no tomorrow morning." ”

"Really?" Mei Lao squinted at him with a smile when he heard this, "Ye Lao Wu will come back tonight, should we make a bet first?"

Mei Dayi subconsciously looked at the clock, it's going to be ten o'clock, are you still coming?" Old man Qi will let him go? Even Old Man Jiang won't let him go. ”

Mei Laoxu pointed at him, "Will the fifth child really forgive Lao Jiang? You haven't been in contact with him, and you will know who he is in the future." He doesn't fall into the well, but do you want him to be a farmer again?"

Mei Dayi frowned.

"Rest assured, he has always felt guilty about his old girl, and it will not be bad for his uncle. Unless there is another Jiang Xinhua, but maybe?"

Mei Dayi blinked.

"Get out!" Mei Lao kicked him lightly with a smile, "An old face still wants to learn from the two children to be good." ”

Suddenly, the sound of a car came in the middle of the night.

Mei Dayi looked up at him sharply.