Teacher Yaya was still thinking about going to Qi Min's house to make up lessons for Qi Xiaosheng, but found that Xiaosheng not only knew all the things from 1 to 10, but also made more progress than other children who went to school early, and could write several numbers.

It's a miracle that there has never been such a smart child!

Xiao Sheng's uncle Qi Erbald hurriedly ate dinner and went to the casino. Before anyone came, he was so anxious that he called urgently.

I'm going to win all the money I lost back, and then I'll win him tens of millions!

Finally gathered the gamblers. Unexpectedly, he lost more than 6,000 yuan quickly, and he owed more than 1,000 yuan.

"You called us here like a ghost, so you just wanted to lose money?"

He wrote down the IOU and went home in disgrace.

What should I do, how can I have the face to borrow money from my brother again?

There's nothing to be afraid of. My brother is so generous, he will pay 6,600 yuan as soon as he makes a move, and he should not be scolded if he asks for more than 1,000.

That Qi Min's father can really earn it, and he will give 6,600 yuan for a random red envelope, and I don't know how many red envelopes he has given, maybe he has given 66,000 or 77,000. I should go down to my brother and sister-in-law and listen to them under the window, in case I tell where a big red envelope is hidden, wouldn't it be easy to do?

He bowed his waist and tiptoed to eavesdrop under his brother-in-law's window.

"It's still fun to tattoo my mother-in-law, I still want to play that game!" was Xiao Sheng's voice.

"Yes, I think so too. It was Qi Min who was saying.

Mother-in-law's tattoo? The two of them want to tattoo the words on the back of the little saint -- the thorn spirit is loyal to the country? It hurts, it hurts even more than the head cantilever cone thorn strand thorn, right? But why is the little saint so happy and clamoring to play?

Qi Erbald is inexplicable.

How did he know that this was a parent-child game invented by Qi Min in order to help children learn, recognize and write the numbers 1 to 9.

"Little Sage, write 1, 2, 3, 4 on your father's back. ”

"Okay!"

"Write 5 and 6 on your daddy's ass. ”

"Hee-hee, fun. ”

"Write 7 on your dad's little belly. ”

"Hmm. Mom, 7 cuts grass like a sickle, 7 is best written. ”

"7 Like a sickle cutting leeks!" said the great bald.

"No, it's cutting grass, Dad, what you said is not right! Mom, my dad is carrying the wrong back!"

"That's right, a scythe can cut grass, it can cut leeks, it can cut tails. Where's your father's tail? Isn't he a monkey, why doesn't he have a tail?"

"Haha, Mom, my dad is a human, not a monkey, he doesn't have a long tail!"

"Oh, I remember, he is also a person, his name is Qi Dabald, not a monkey, not a horse, a cow or a sheep, no long tail. Then it's time to write 8, where is 8 going to write him?"

"Write it in his face!"

"Good. This is the left side of his face, write 8. Then, 9 is written on the right side of his face. ”

"Okay, Mom, you write, I'll read. ”

"Okay, 9 is like a rice spoon for rice. This 9 and 6 are exactly the same upside down. 9 handstand is 6, 6 handstand is 9, both of them love to practice handstands, and like to use handstands to play hide and seek. ”

"Mom, it's time to write 10. 10Where do you write it?"

"Write it on his feet. ”

"I think ——, write it on his chick, haha. ”

"Nonsense. ”

"Mom, you write!"

"I don't, let him write it himself. ”

"How do you teach children, do you teach like this? Write me all over the number,

You'll have to help me with the shower in a moment. ”

"As long as you can make a child

Xi catches up with and surpasses the most advanced students, and he has to think of any way and use it. ”

"Dad, write quickly!"

"Okay—write on your mother's nose?"

"Come on, as long as you are willing to write, you can do it anywhere. ”