After transplanting and watering rapeseed, pumpkin and winter melon, there is no process of wilting and reviving from the outside world. Rice and wheat have four or five leaves, full of vitality.

Hong Yan pulled out a few green vegetables, crushed the small leaves and vegetable stalks and threw them into the puddle, and after a while, a few yellow eels burrowed out of the mud and devoured them. There are a lot of maggots in the outside world, and he will catch some every day and throw them into the puddle.

Meditating last night, Hong Yan finally sensitively captured the faint breath in the meridians, and slowly converged towards the dantian, which made him feel quite magical. At the end of the morning, I was refreshed and no longer numb in my legs and feet.

In the past two days, Hong Yan has truly realized the profound meaning of "it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice". Why is the family so poor? It's no wonder that I used to use "one poor and two white" in my previous writings. This refers not only to the so-called country, but also to one's own family! Before the busy time of farming, the corn will be old in a few days, and the corn will not be eaten. Melon vegetable generation? There is only so much land for self-cultivation, how much is there? Sometimes, he is so hungry that he drinks water? It's really full of water and not hungry! Since he was reborn, he has never fought for his younger siblings to eat, and he has tried to satisfy them as much as possible.

The crucian carp that was caught was eaten, the eel was eaten, and the promise to the parents would not be involved in danger again, so they naturally had to abide by it. Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and looking forward to the rapid growth of vegetables in the fairy garden. I watched and watched, but I still felt slow! In fact, it is not slow at all, and the growth of the immortal garden at that speed is almost four days above the outside world in one day.

Fortunately, even if children are hungry, they will forget about it for a while as long as they have fun. I was tired and sleepy at night, and I could still sleep without dinner.

Approaching dusk, Hong Yan and Sanxiao were playing in the dam. The ancestor swept the scum grass by the dam to a pile, lit it with a slight match, and then slowly added the slag grass, and after the center burned vigorously, more slag grass was piled up. "Nest fire ash" is a way to accumulate fertilizer in the era when there was no chemical fertilizer. The slag covered the open flame, but it was still burning inside, producing a lot of smoke. In this season of many mosquitoes and flies, smoke can also repel mosquitoes and flies, and if you add plants such as mugwort leaves, the effect will be even better.

"It's raining tomorrow!" Old Ancestor said. The smoke did not rise to the sky, but drifted down the hillside towards the ravine, a sign of rain. "Someone from Hongyan is here, which one do you think?"

The old ancestor's eyes are not dizzy, there is really someone at the end of the ridge, just look at that outfit and know Teacher Hong Xiaofang. In front of her is her uncle Hong Jianyuan. In recent days, Uncle Xiao has not skipped school and goes to preschool every day.

"Hong Yan, Xiaofang's family has visited." Uncle shouted from afar. Xiaofang is the same generation as Hong Yan, and the short uncle is the same generation. Uncle actually called him by his first name, and it was a nickname, well, it was also an intimate scientific name.

Home visit is really a warm word. It is also sometimes synonymous with a complaint. Naughty children are most afraid of the teacher's home visit, either going home slowly, or hiding behind their grandparents, in short, afraid that their parents will storm and hurt others. Teacher Xiaofang is really dedicated!

"Teacher Hong, you're here! Come up and sit! The ancestor greeted the little girl. Hong Yan also shouted, "Teacher Hong is good". Sanxiao looked curiously at Teacher Xiaofang, who was neatly dressed and neatly dressed.

"Zuzu, you come and sit!" Then the two pulled a few homely words and greeted each other. Although the ancestor said that he was old, his thinking was still relatively clear, and he had heard the "home visit" in his grandson's mouth, so he brought the topic to the meaning of Teacher Xiaofang.

"Hong Yan, teacher...... Hee-hee...... Or my sister, tell my sister what you're doing at home? Why don't you come to school? Hong Xiaofang sat on a low stool, pulled Hong Yan to stand beside him, and patted him, as if to pat the dust off his body.

Teacher Xiaofang's hands are really different, delicate and smooth. Mom's hands are very rough, calluses are heavy and calloused, and they are prickly! They are all women, why is this life different?

"The cauldron will take us to make a game!" Xiao San hurriedly said. "The cauldron talks about the little rabbit, clap and sing!" The little girl squeezed forward and looked at Xiao Fang. "We will sing, you shoot one, I shoot one ......" The second son was not far behind and sang. The little girl immediately interfaced "1 like a small stick, thin and long......"

Hong Yan looked at Teacher Xiaofang and smiled. Such a lively scene, Teacher Xiaofang is very happy, and it is very popular with children!

"Well, my sister is not here to listen to you sing and tell stories. A good child should be a good listener, listen to what they have to say, and grasp the key to what they say. It's also a kind of etiquette to be a good listener! Hong Yan stopped the three little ones from showing off. Whether they can understand the meaning is not the point.

Hong Xiaofang looked at Hong Yan in surprise, is this what a seven-year-old child said? To be honest, she doesn't know much about Hong Yan, she has only taught for less than two days, and she has a little more spirituality than other students, but she is not so old and spicy! It is completely an adult's posture without reprimand and blame, and it is completely inspiring and guiding children to establish correct concepts and behaviors.

"Sister Xiaofang, you are really dedicated! In the future, you will definitely become a good teacher that students will love! ”

"Thank you for auspicious words!" Hong Xiaofang wanted to touch his little head again, but he didn't succeed and was avoided by Hong Yan.

"What are you hiding!"

"A man's head, a woman's waist, only look at it, don't fish!"

"Hee-hee...... I'm laughing to death...... Ahem...... Ouch......" Hong Xiaofang choked on saliva in laughter, tears flowed out, and she was speechless when she pointed at the culprit. Sanxiao and Uncle Xiao didn't know why, and they also giggled. It took a long time for her to straighten up, take out a white handkerchief, and wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Xiaofang, who has pear blossoms and rain, even if her waist is bent, her chest is also rolling waves. Only then did Hong Yan notice that there were no bra marks on Mr. Xiaofang's back! It should look like a small vest, hehe, where can I buy bra in a mountain village in this era? In fact, the village women didn't even have small vests, and the girls were simply wrapped in strips of cloth except for the vests. However, most women have shabby clothes and patches, and even the dew point is not much to look at!

"Hong Yan, go back to school! The classmates miss you, the teachers need you! Hong Xiaofang sent out an invitation.

"Thanks! Is preschool fun? Look at these three little ones, you still want me to take care of them! Hong Yan told the truth, for the sake of Teacher Xiaofang's sincerity. In other words, if you don't go to preschool, you won't go back.

Hong Xiaofang looked at Hong Yan, then at the three smaller ones, and didn't say anything more. Hong Yan thought she was leaving, but she changed the subject: "Sister, I am a teacher for the first time, and I have no experience." Preschool can't be taught in elementary school textbooks. My sister has something she wants to trouble you, you can't excuse it! ”

"As long as I can do it, I will never refuse!" Speaking of this, frankly admitting his shortcomings, how could Hong Yan bear to refuse. In later generations, preschool education was made elementary and was criticized. At this time, Teacher Xiaofang intuitively realized that she really had the potential to be a teacher.

"A few days ago, my sister listened to your clapping song in the public room, which is very good, can you help my sister come out silently. Is it okay for my sister to teach other classmates? Hong Xiaofang said expectantly.

"You write it! Let them sing it to you. They'd love to! Hong Yan said with a smile.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Sanxiao immediately sang one sentence at a time, and Hong Xiaofang quickly stroked along with the sunset, first wrote it down and went back to rearrange it. After singing, the little girl pulled Hong Xiaofang and said as if offering a treasure: "Sister, there is still on the wall over there!" ”

Is it written on the wall? Teacher Xiaofang was surprised in her heart, but she still followed.

"My Sister's ......"

"Sister, my name is Beauty. I say I'm a little beauty, you're a big beauty! ”

Yes?! There is such a thing, is there still an old beauty? "Okay, beauty, you're big...... What did the pot teach you? ”

The little beauty raised her head and said proudly: "That's a lot!" Sister, look, this is my cauldron painting, is it good? ”

Hong Xiaofang looked at the graffiti on the wall, at first she didn't know why, then suddenly realized, and finally shocked and abnormal. A long wooden stick had a nose and eyes, and tiny feet that seemed to break through the wall; A duckling gracefully stretches its slender neck, and a few thin ripples hide its little feet...... Cracked and smiling bean sprouts...... A green-skinned gourd swaying in the wind...... With a few strokes, he outlined the spirit and was full of childlike fun. A simple charcoal line drawing, and if it weren't for the corresponding Arabic numerals at the bottom of each picture, she would only treat this as a drawing. In fact, it is indeed a picture, a picture with an allegorical meaning. The Arabic numerals are upright, not like handwriting, but rather like typographical.

"You shoot one, I shoot one, 1 is like a small stick, thin and long; You shoot two, I shoot two, 2 is like a duckling swimming in water; You shoot three, I shoot three, three like ears to hear sounds; You shoot four, I shoot four, 4 is like a small flag floating in the wind; You shoot five, I shoot five, and 5 is like a scale hook to sell vegetables; You shoot six, I shoot six, 6 grins like bean sprouts; You shoot seven, I shoot seven, 7 is like a sickle cutting vegetables; You shoot eight, I shoot eight, 8 is like a gourd hanging on a vine; You shoot nine, I shoot nine, 9 is like a spoon to eat; You shoot ten, I shoot ten, 10 is like a fritter with eggs. The little girl pointed to the numbers and sang them one by one, clapped her hands, and then slapped against the cauldron, she was extremely proud to be able to show in front of the beauties!

Teacher Xiaofang is very excited, 1 to 10 is not just written down, the image is still catchy. It's worth it today! No, there are only two songs in total, you have to dig deep, you have to dig deeply. Looking at Hong Yan's eyes, he changed. Hong Yan felt that he was a little lamb targeted by a big bad wolf, and he was so mad!

However, Hong Xiaofang smiled at Hong Yan, very gentle, pure and charming. "Hong Yan, my sister is not beautiful, isn't ......" Hong Yan shook his head and nodded hurriedly. Hmph, don't lie to your sister, don't tell your sister that you can't write. Give everything you know to my sister, and I'll get it tomorrow afternoon! Remember? "Women change their faces so quickly.

Hong Yan had a bitter face, very innocent and hurt, and said helplessly: "Why! I have to take my younger siblings, I have to cook, and I have to ......" anyway, I don't have time.

"How about writing a piece of candy?"

"Are you coaxing children? Gee! Hong Yan was speechless.

Xiao Fang was defeated. A little kid who doesn't admit he's a kid yet. In the end, it is easy to say that the conditions of Hongyan are met. To her surprise, Hong Yan didn't ask for sugar, but watermelon, tomato, horn pepper, and flower corn (actually a mixture of purple and white waxy corn) seeds. These seed theories are naturally not something that can be passed away with a few pieces of candy, but Hong Yan knows that her family is still relatively wealthy. Seeds don't all need to be bought, peppers and corn seeds are kept at home, and they can be found quickly through relatives and friends. Even watermelon and tomato seeds are available in the county.

One big and one small made a deal, and Li Yun, who arrived home, had been listening to it for a long time. Hong Jianguo had already told her about Hong Yan's literacy, and she did not intend to interfere with her son's approach. It sounds like there is nothing bad about it, and it was Teacher Hong Xiaofang who took the initiative to come to the door. It's coming, Li Yun wants to stay with Teacher Hong Xiaofang for dinner. Xiao Fang smiled and refused.