Early in the morning, after eating, Qi Yan called his friends to come to school, and his classmates were like birds chirping non-stop. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

My table mate was very happy today, because the last class was a music class, and the so-called music class was actually a teacher copying lyrics on the blackboard, and the students were holding a pen and copying them in their notebooks below. Then the teacher teaches a sentence, and the students sing along.

Of course, now this task of copying is handed over to Qi Yan.

Finally got through to the last class, and as soon as the class ended, the Chinese teacher took the lyrics to Qi Yan and asked her to copy them before class.

God, do you want people to go to the toilet, of course Qi Yan doesn't have to go.

Today's teaching is "Let's swing the sculls", alas, what a big killer to expose age.

The last lesson went by with the children's happy singing. On the way out of school, the same table kept humming and singing. Really, everyone is also too little entertainment.

Back at home, grandma was choosing vegetables, and grandpa was fiddling with vegetable seedlings in the vegetable patch.

Put down the bag and go to help grandma choose vegetables. Talk to grandma while choosing.

"Grandma, I saw a girl at school today with a beautiful flower on her head, and I want one too."

Qi Yan said quietly.

"Tie your hair? I'll buy you one tomorrow. Grandma replied distractedly.

"No, she didn't buy it from us, she said that her aunt sells it wholesale in the county, but it's cheap, the wholesale price of such a good-looking head flower is only two cents, and if we buy it on the street, it will cost five cents." Qi Yan said casually.

"Moreover, how can we sell beautiful flower headdresses on the street until the New Year's Festival, you don't know." Qi Yan added.

"Oh, that's it, where is your classmate and her aunt in the wholesale?" Grandma asked curiously.

"Where, it seems to be in the county, oh, I remember, let's go to my aunt's house to the Shuiqiao Market next to the headlight in the county, do you know?" Qi Yan suddenly realized.

"There, how could I not know." After saying that, he took the dishes and went to wash.

Sum ( ⊙o⊙ ) ...,That's it.,There's no follow-up.,Just go wash the vegetables?

Don't worry, don't worry, Qi Yan comforted himself in his heart. With a roll of his eyes, he ran to help his grandmother fetch water.

"Milk, tomorrow, do you want to sell vegetables?" Asked while fetching water.

"Sell it, when it's late, I'll go to the garden to pick onions, wash and sell them." Grandma said as she washed.

"There are only green onions, and green onions are not easy to sell, who doesn't have some land to grow some green onions." Qi Yan said with a pout.

"That's no way, there are a lot of green onion seeds, and there are some that can't be eaten, so if you can't sell them, you can give them away. It's also bad to put it there. Grandma said helplessly.

"Well, now every family has some vegetables, it's not easy to sell, it's bad if you can't sell it, you and my grandfather are still tender and troublesome to plant some vegetables, watering, weeding, fertilizing, and from time to time you have to apply some medicine. It's so troublesome, and it can't be sold for money. Qi Yan said indignantly.

"It's better to sell it in batches, it's good-looking, it's easy to sell, and it's profitable, and it won't be bad if you can't sell it." Peeking, peeping, peeking grandma.

"Oh, yes, I definitely didn't sell that to make money."

Grandma nodded and agreed.

"That's it, if our family sells Chinese words, I will have beautiful flowers to wear every day." Qi Yan said happily.

Grandma looked at Xiao Qi Yan's shoulder-length hair tied by a black leather band. He blamed himself and said: "It's grandma who has no ability, so I'll buy you a good-looking leather band." ”

Looking at his grandmother's self-blame eyes, Qi Yan was very unhappy in his heart, in fact, grandma was the best person for Qi Yan, everything delicious was left for her, and all the fun was given to her, but the family conditions were not good, and she couldn't give anything.

You can't drop the chain halfway, you can't, Qi Yan kept telling himself in his heart.

So Qi Yan lowered her head, and her grandmother thought that she was unhappy because she didn't have a head flower, and she couldn't go anymore.

After lunch, Qi Yan took another nap at home before going to school. This is a habit that Qi Yan has developed over the years.

In the afternoon, it was math class, and when it came to class, it was really all tears. In the primary school here, the classes are the same in the morning or in the afternoon, either mathematics or Chinese.

There is one music lesson and one physical education class a week, both of which are hung in the last class of the morning or afternoon.

Of course, this is nothing to Qi Yan, who is already 29 years old in psychology. But it's hell for those little kids who can't stay idle.

I have to mention that now Qi Yan's little followers have changed from one to three, in addition to his friend Sun Huiwen in his previous life, there are also Zhang Jingjing and Liu Xinxin. They are two clingy little loyal dogs harvested by tutoring homework.

I took an afternoon of math class, helped the three of them with their homework, and went back to their respective homes after school to find their own mothers.

When I got home, there was no one, so I went to the vegetable garden and found my grandfather and grandmother picking shallots and selling them tomorrow.

So I said hello and went back to the third uncle's house behind.

I remember that the third uncle was not admitted to high school when he went to junior high school, and then he was not admitted after a year of review, so he went out to work.

Then there should be junior high school books. So Qi Yan went to the house to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find books.

Sure enough, the book was not lost. Grandma's generation cherished books very much, and she didn't dare to tear them up or burn them.

Grandma always said, burn the book, and when I go to see Lord Yama in the future, he asks you to read all the books in the burn, I can't read a single big character in my life, and it is time to punish me.

Every time I hear this, I am very moved. Either way, it's a reverence for knowledge.

There are no textbooks in a cardboard box, and there are extracurricular books, although they are very old, but Qi Yan can't help it, who made her poor, and she has no money to buy books.

There are nine copies of "The Reader", which is the kind of thick "Reader", but the paper is not very good, it should be pirated.

There is also a set of novels, called "Li Jian", which is about the underworld during the Anti-Japanese War. Although Qi Yan hadn't heard of it, it was better to pass the time than nothing.

There are also a few "story clubs", a few old newspapers, and nothing else.

After eating, I followed my grandfather to watch the news broadcast, in his previous life, Qi Yan didn't like to watch the news broadcast, and felt very bored. In this life, I watch every day, care about current affairs, and understand the country's economic and political development trends.

Slowly accumulate, when quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, I look forward to the time when I can talk about national affairs.

While sleeping, Qi Yan and her grandmother recited her implicit entrepreneurial concept in pieces. By the way, instill the idea that you can't grandpa have money in his pocket, and if he has money, he will have a temper.

Well, it's time to go to bed, and I'll continue tomorrow, no hurry, no hurry.

A child is a child, and after a while he falls asleep.