"Well, drink a few more days. Doctor www.biquge.info said, it hurts your brain, you have to raise it, don't fall into the root of the disease. Li Xiucai was really good-tempered and said softly to his daughter.

"What do you have to do with her, hurry up and eat." Mrs. Li roared, and Li Ping felt her ears tremble. Well, this should prove that you are not well, so let's drink the medicine well! But she still took a small bowl and poured it out by herself, and put the rest in the middle, she couldn't drink so much, for fear that it would be ruined.

Mrs. Li also knew that her daughter couldn't eat it, so she brought a big bowl over, poured out the rest, and used it as soup for Li Xiucai to eat. Li Xiucai said that he was not tolerant of the smell of medicine......

As soon as she spoke, Li Niangzi slapped her palm on the table. Li Xiucai honestly poured some porridge into the rice, and ate it half-dry.

Well, with this, Li Ping also understands that this family is the bottom of the food chain, and the supreme commander of the family is the old lady. But the old lady seems to be easier to fool, you can try again.

After the family ate, Li Ping took the initiative to wash the dishes, although he had worked hard in his previous life, he really didn't work hard. But at this moment, she really felt that washing a small bowl or something was really not a job.

After cleaning up, Li Xiucai was reading under the lamp, while Mrs. Li was quickly sewing something on the side. Li Xiucai saw her coming, and hurriedly brought her some paper and pencil to let her practice Braille, and the family sat under the only lamp, each performing its own duties, Li Ping felt very relieved.

As Li Ping expected, because of the lack of those small inkstones and small water bowls in the school, the afternoon calligraphy class was much cleaner. Mrs. Li didn't listen to her daughter, so she asked the students to go back and ask their parents to make sleeves and scarves. She made it out of the white cloth she had wove herself. Return the pulp and wash it hard and put it on the children.

Li Xiucai recited the Book of Filial Piety to them softly, telling them that taking good care of their bodies and cherishing things are filial piety.

Children are actually very smart, and who doesn't love to be clean. It's just that before, my parents were also scared by them, for fear that good clothes would also be stained by them, and it was neat to come to school, but it was not good. Now they have made a scarf and sleeve cover with a white cloth, and they are embarrassed to get the ink on it when they look white and neat.

After a few days of experiments, Mrs. Li was also happy, and sure enough, she had to use good things to make children feel cherished. She still washes every day, so that these children know that everything in school should not be neglected.

But what Li Ping saw was not this, she knew that there were still a lot of this kind of coarse paper at home, and it was actually difficult to use it up for a while. Every day she also uses this kind of paper to learn words, even if it is the ink cartridge used, the ink on the pen is limited, but it still can't stop a piece of sucking, and the problem of this paper is that it is too absorbent, the brush will dry for a while, and it will have to be stained with ink again, which is not a waste.

It just so happened that Mrs. Li washed the scarf and sleeve cover in school every day, and ironed it flat, and the starched cloth looked thick, and it was easy to wash even if it was stained with ink. Iron it and it's like new.

And Li Ping looked at the iron, but he had some ideas, ironing the paper, will it be better? Mainly, none of the four prime ministers has ever used this kind of paper, and naturally no one has taught her what to do with this kind of paper. She can only think about it herself, in fact, depending on her, it is better to be a paper media directly. But isn't it because she can't be the master?

I didn't dare to use it too hot, so I waited for my mother to get it all right, take out the charcoal, and put it in the stove pit. She took out a thick stack of woolen paper and carefully ironed it back and forth with the remaining iron.

Mrs. Li came back and saw it, and she didn't care about her, anyway, the little charcoal in it had been clipped out, it was an empty iron, thinking that she was greedy, and thinking that she was pitiful, and she helped the family at home every day, so she didn't pay attention to her, and let her go.

Li Ping finally ironed the iron until there was no heat at all, and then stopped. The top layer of woolen paper was really ironed flat and smooth by her. Look at the bottom of it, it's all flat, and there's still some moisture on it. So are you right? The woolen paper absorbs water because of the great moisture of their own body, so they shook it, took out their own pen and ink, and wrote a few words on the first flat and light paper just now.

I can't say that the effect is excellent, but it's definitely not like I sucked a piece on the previous point. Think about it, when you pull out the fifth sheet, the surface is still a little hairy, but the water absorption is much better than before, so the ironing is still effective.

In the evening, she showed her results to her parents, and Li Niangzi knew that she was not playing, but she still praised her, in Li Niangzi's opinion, if you can use it poorly, don't use it well, this can save money, but they spend some time at home.

Li Xiucai shook his head and said that it was not a little effort, it was not so much that it took effort, but the gains outweighed the losses, it was a waste of effort. Ironing paper can only iron so little, it is really time-consuming and laborious, it is better to use up these papers as my daughter said, and change some white paper. Now when the children are learning calligraphy, they are much more attentive, and they look back and wait for the good paper to come back, just to say, because you are doing well, so I will give you good paper.

Li Ping nodded, thinking for herself that there was too much woolen paper at home and could not be wasted. But the ultimate goal is to avoid this in the future.

"How troublesome it can be, just eight children, ironing dozens of sheets a day, always using charcoal." Mrs. Li made the final decision. Now let her spend a little more, she won't either.

Li Xiucai was speechless, so he could only clear his throat and change the topic, "I'm calling Fan'er here today." ”

"Ah, why didn't you say anything, I left him for dinner!" Mrs. Li shouted again, and Li Ping's brain was a moment again, who is 'Fan'er'. But looking at the appearance of his parents, he is probably talking about his unlucky fiancé? But who is more unlucky, it seems that it is really difficult to say.

Li Xiucai looked at her dazed daughter and smiled. When he was engaged, his daughter hadn't woken up yet, and they didn't know each other before, so if he was really shy to show him one at this time, he would only be afraid to worry.

"I'm going to call for dinner somewhere, but there are just two books suitable for mortals, and the cartridge, just give them to him." Li Xiucai comforted her daughter with her eyes, and then said to her wife gently.

"By the way, if that stupid boy can't succeed in studying, if he doesn't succeed, we will have to think about it, and he has no hope of getting into the exam with his stupid father to be thirty." Mrs. Li herself has suffered hardships, and she hates it when she thinks about it.

"What do you say?" Now Li Xiucai wants to see what her daughter thinks. In fact, from the beginning of his daughter's ink making, he felt that his daughter seemed to be a different person. The daughter was a copy of his wife before, and it was really difficult for her to sit down, and it took a lot of effort to teach her to write before.

But the old man really didn't doubt anything, because his son couldn't study, but he was really smart. So what he wondered was whether he was seriously injured, lying down for too long, the thing fell silent, and the cleverness was revealed.

"The Zeng family should not agree." Li Ping thought about it for a while, and let Zeng Fan Laozi be admitted to the age of thirty, which shows the Zeng family's dedication to fame. This is something that the mother simply cannot prevent.

"It's not for you to stop it, but to see what you think, do you want to be like your mother-in-law and your mother, who have worked hard all their lives, maybe they won't get anything?" Li Xiucai thought about it for a moment and said softly.