In the blink of an eye, autumn entered the autumn, the end of August, the autumn evening, the cool breeze was gentle, sweeping away the heat of the day, after dinner, they carried small chairs around the wooden table under the jujube tree in the yard to study, and there were books, paper and pens on the table.

The red glow in the sky, against the small courtyard, is a strong learning atmosphere, grandma also moved a small stool to sit on the side, the soles of the shoes, from time to time to look at them, happy smile. Fang Monan planted some mosquito-proof Qili incense on the side of the north wall, and he was not afraid of mosquito bites.

My aunt has lost books for four or five years, and it is easy to pick up Chinese and mathematics because of her solid skills. It's all in the hands of these days. I learned English, but when I left school, I forgot about it for a long time. It is also at this time that there are very few practical ones, especially in this small county.

"I still have to learn English, and I'll have to pay it back to the teacher a long time ago." The aunt looked at the tadpole texts that twisted and twisted, and the pronunciation was not accurate. The more I looked at the fire, the bigger it became, closed the book, and gently put it on the square table, no matter how hot it was, she didn't dare to go back to the book, so casually, last time at the old man's house, I didn't break the book a little, and asked the old man to read it for half an hour.

Old Man Lin picked up the book and opened it, read it, and blurted out fluent English in a subdued tone, with a vivid voice.

Fang Monan hung his head, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, a pure British accent, without a trace of country accent, just like listening to BB's radio. She learned a lesson and remembered to be cautious in front of the old man, so she kept her mouth shut and shouted without making a fuss. She can find a good teacher for her aunt, and it is estimated that there is no real English teacher like him in the whole county. She pretended to be still writing, but her ears sounded seriously, the old man was actually reading a Sherlock Holmes novel, and she lowered her head and sounded with relish.

"Hey, I don't read it." Fang Monan muttered silently, didn't dare to raise her head, she was listening to it with great interest

"How?" Old Man Lin looked at his aunt and asked.

"It's good, better than what the announcer on the radio said, but unfortunately I didn't understand a word." Auntie said honestly. "But I still don't see that learning English is useful in reality, and I can't go abroad." She asked what she wanted to ask the most.

Old Man Lin knocked her head with a book, looking like he hated iron but not steel. "It's useless, I've let you read the newspaper in vain these days. Reform and opening up, foreigners come in, we don't understand what they say, okay? It will be of great use in the future, not to mention the future, just say that you will also take this subject in college, and if you study well, you will have a better chance of being admitted. Hmph......"

"Going to college, it looks like school is about to start, can I enter high school, is this still a question?" The aunt muttered and complained.

"Don't worry about this for now, and then talk about it, what is good for you, you can learn it." Grandma doesn't care so much, she just thinks that what the old man said is right, so she just supports it.

Fang Monan raised his head and looked at them and said What is so difficult about this, listen. The immature Tongyin came out fluent in English, and only read a few words, exactly the same as Old Man Lin.

Auntie opened her mouth wide, "You...... You ......" look incredible, and the rest is only depressed.

Studying with her little niece, my aunt felt very hurt her self-esteem. Other people's three-year-old children think about it every day, except for eating, playing with mud? But this one, holding a book every day, called her aunt sweetly, and wanted to call her grandma when she was studying. How can anyone learn so quickly, react so quickly, have a super perverted memory, and remember most of them after listening to them? Not only can it be understood at one point, but it can also draw inferences. Sometimes if you can't memorize it, you have to ask her to remind you.

The aunt gritted her teeth and gnawed hard, and her brain turned tightly, so that she didn't fall too far behind. Many times she wanted to throw away these nasty books and leave, but when she saw the big watery eyes and trusting gaze of her little niece, she couldn't do it. This is the first time in her life that she has been someone's own aunt, and her aunt's sense of honor makes her persevere no matter what. The other day, she reviewed the content of elementary school, and she quickly ate it thoroughly. Now it's her turn to catch up with the knowledge of junior high school, and she can't catch up, or even stop learning, so it's good to get some face, otherwise she will really hit the wall. If she was asked to do this, Fang Menan deliberately didn't learn, wouldn't she go crazy.

Grandma doesn't think that her little granddaughter is a monster, it's too late to be happy, she just thinks she's smart, and her aunt is stupid.

Old man Lin nodded, "Well, it's not imitation." He is very pleased now, the talent of this little apprentice is not talented, and he has a sense of accomplishment in teaching.

"Hey, I don't read it." Auntie asked with a smile.

"Oh, just remember those few words." Fang Monan spread her hands and said, she wanted to read on, but she was afraid of scaring them, she had already restrained her learning progress.

It was getting dark, and they stopped studying, reading was not good for their eyes. Fang Monan clamored for Old Man Lin to tell the story. Old Man Lin couldn't be pestered by her, so he had to talk about "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Grandma and aunt also listened with relish, this is a little reward after learning, every day is dark, they still leave unsatisfied. In this era before entertainment, there are no stories to hear.

After all, my aunt is not a child anymore, and the problem that made her feel a headache back then can be solved quickly under the guidance of Mr. Lin, and whenever she sees the old man nodding with satisfaction, she also has the fun and satisfaction of learning. After studying these days, my aunt's attitude towards the old man has changed from suspicion at the beginning to the undisguised worship in her eyes and admiration.

Fang Monan gradually, the focus of her and her aunt's learning is different, and the aunt's focus is only to cope with the exam and the knowledge in the books.

Most of Fang Monan's paintings are ancient Chinese, Chinese studies, and traditional ink paintings and calligraphy. Starting from the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", and "Thousand Character Text", she also systematically learned traditional cultural knowledge, and Mr. Lin saw that she was not talented in language, and also began to teach English and French.

Fang Menan's life is full and busy, every morning in the early morning... Get up, enter the space, meditate and practice, learn medical skills, etc., stay for two days, get up at five o'clock, and go to the backyard to water and fertilize the vegetables. Then run to exercise, another advantage of Mr. Lin moving in is that she can finally go out for morning exercises openly. Because Mr. Lin also exercises in the morning every day. The footprints of the two of them have spread to every corner of the county, and Fang Monan has also refamiliarized himself with every road.

After running, Fang Monan still habitually does aerobic exercise in the backyard of the running track. After breakfast, write in large characters, take an hour of sleep at noon, and draw. In the evening, after checking and instructing, Mr. Lin learned new content and assigned homework for the next day.

My aunt's life has also become busy, not only do she have to, but she also doesn't forget to study, and sometimes when she works, she doesn't forget to memorize English words. Life is very tiring, but it is very meaningful, the most important thing is that she feels that life has a rush, and she is willing to be so tired and happy.

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Grandma looks at her daughter and granddaughter these days, and she works hard every day, so she wants to steam some white flour steamed buns for a luxury and treat them. When looking for the yeast, I actually found a bag of unopened milk powder, and after looking at the date, fortunately it has not expired. Only then did she remember that this was brought by her eldest daughter when she came before returning to the countryside. Because there was no milk when she was born in Fang Monan, this granddaughter was raised with millet soup, and she finally saved money and bought a bag of milk powder for the child to eat.

Grandma walked to the corridor with milk powder, and at this time, Fang Monan was drawing red and writing big characters under the corridor. "Come on, Nannan see what this is? This is milk powder, grandma will rush to you to drink it for a while, it is very sweet and fragrant. ”

Fang Monan looked up and saw her holding a bag of milk powder in her hand, an ordinary bag, with a cow painted on it, and the packaging was often seen in those days.

"Grandma drinks too." Fang Monan stopped the pen in his hand and said with a smile.

"If you don't drink it for your grandma, I'll rush it for you now." Grandma went into the house in a hurry.

Fang Monan saw that the writing was almost the same, rubbed her sore wrist, and now she was the happiest that she finally conquered the high threshold, rode up first, and slowly slid down. She walked in and saw that after her grandmother had finished brewing, Fang was waiting on the table to let it cool.

Grandma told her not to move now, hot, wait here, and then she went to make steamed buns with confidence.

Fang Monan watched as his grandmother took out the basin, flour, and old leaven. She took a towel, wrapped it in a bowl of milk powder, then took it down, walked to her grandmother's side, and poured it into the basin while she was not paying attention, and the dry flour became a batter.

Grandma looked angry and said You kid, look, this is for steaming buns, you are like this, what do you do now? ”

"So that grandma can eat milk powder." Fang Monan blinked her bright eyes and said playfully, her grandmother can't drink milk powder, so she can only use this method.

Grandma's angry face disappeared all of a sudden, and she looked at her funny, feeling a little sour. "You kid, teach me to say hello, now there is a lot of water, and you have to add noodles again."

The next day, the steamed buns were still in the pot, and Fang Monan could smell the milky fragrance and the fragrance of the steamed buns, which was really fragrant. Due to yesterday's reasons, today's steamed buns are too steamed, and the autumn tiger is also very powerful, without a refrigerator, it will be broken when it grows, and it will still waste food, and it will thunder and split.

Grandma pretended to scare Nannan at her, look at what you have done, you have to eat so much. ”

"There are so many, I can't finish eating, otherwise it's better to give Grandpa Lin some." Fang Monan didn't expect that after steaming so much, she didn't want to be strung to death.

"Give it to the neighbors, it's still too hot, and I can't put it for a long time. What is this possible? "Grandma is rare to see the table full of steamed buns.

"It's not easy, it's a big sale." The more Fang Monan thought about it, the more feasible she felt, this may be an opportunity, she walked through the county town and there were no individual sellers of steamed buns, their steamed buns were steamed with spring water in the space and milk powder, which was definitely better than the public.

"Can you do it, don't skip words. Grandma looked at her hesitantly. "Every household generally eats steamed steamed buns, who buys them?"

"It's almost noon now, our house is very close to the county high school, it happened to start school two days ago, there is a high school within a radius of 100 miles, most of them are resident students, let's put the steamed bun stall there and sell it." Fang Monan pushed her and urged. "Just give it a try. Hurry up and can't finish it, or it will spoil. ”

"Okay, let's be a dead horse and a live horse doctor," Grandma stomped her foot and made up her mind. I took the big dustpan at home, put the steamed buns neatly, and went to someone else's house to borrow a simple four-wheeled wheeled cart welded with iron rods, and put the big dustpan horizontally. Grandma saw that this was not good, so she had to cover the steamed bun and go to get the white gauze that had not been used on the bed, fold it a few times, cover it, and push the small cart. Locked the door, followed by a small tail, and headed for the high school to the south.

After walking for about ten minutes, I arrived at the gate of the high school, and I happened to meet the day students who came out of school at noon. Fang Menan and the others pushed the cart and stood on the side of the gate.

The students looked at the pair very strangely, the grandparents and grandchildren stood at the door, pushing the cart with a big dustpan on it, and it didn't look like they were looking for someone, three or four were curious, looked at it for a while, left, and stopped.

Grandma stood there stupidly, watching them walk in, so nervous that she shouldn't do it.

"Are you looking for someone who doesn't skip words. One of them, with his little flat head straightened, asked tentatively with questions in his eyes of a medium height of fifteen or sixteen.

"We ......" Grandma couldn't say anything nervously.

"We're here to sell steamed buns." Fang Monan's sweet and glutinous children's voice, stood on tiptoe, lifted the white gauze on the dustpan, lifted a corner, and the thick fragrance of steamed buns rushed away.

Grandma also calmed down at this time, and also made a sharp move, "We are here to sell steamed buns." ”

Three or four students took the first class, they were all a little hungry, looking at the steamed buns, a man's way is really white, much whiter than the steamed buns in the school cafeteria. "Although he went to school and used to eat at school, it was so unforgettable that he never wanted to go again.

The other way is to be smaller. ”

The other way is that it looks very soft, and the steamed buns in the canteen are hard enough to be used as bricks. ”

The other took a deep breath and said you smell it carefully, and the smell of milk. ”

Before Grandma could say hello, they discussed it first. Grandma listened to them, and saw some students surrounding, don't care if you sell them or not, just so many people, looking at it is strangely happy, and calculate how much it is appropriate to sell,

Fang Monan saw that the crowd was surrounded, and the people of the country had a herd mentality, so he shouted loudly; "Delicious white flour steamed buns, fragrant and sweet, and milky." The crowd was even more chattering, talking everything.

The first boy to start asked about this sale. ”

Grandma smiled and said that two for five cents plus food stamps, and three cents for three cents without food stamps. The price of steamed buns sold in public canteens is two cents a plus food stamps, but their faces are black, and our fine noodles are whiter than theirs, and the price is naturally higher than theirs. ”

Some of the students said that before the grandparents could reply, others said that it was so white and fragrant, and it was not too expensive.

For new things, they have the mentality of trying them, and someone buys them on the spot. Break open the steamed buns and distribute them to the classmates around you, and when you eat them, the people next to you look at them, waiting for their reactions, "Well, it's delicious, it's better than my mother's steamed one." ”

Someone advertised, other students also paid for it, and the dormitory students saw a large group of people around the door, and they also walked curiously, and when they saw that they were selling steamed buns, they were better than those in the school cafeteria, but they felt a little expensive.

Fang Monan looked at their hesitant looks, "It opens on the first day today, for a dime, and four don't need food stamps." ”

Now they no longer hesitated, and bought steamed buns with the pickles brought by home, which was better than eating in the canteen.

Seeing that they paid money one after another, they also thought about such delicious steamed buns and bought them home for their families to try. Grandma had a piece of clean white gauze wrapped around her hand, holding a steamed bun, Fang Monan faced them, and raised the small cardboard box in her hand to put the money here.

Fang Monan looked at the money that came in, and silently counted the money that was still coming in, there were coins, there were banknotes, and there were food stamps mixed with them. Someone looked curiously at Fang Monan's quick collection of money, and asked***, don't count it. ”

"I won't come out" Fang Menan counted out loud, from the hurry just now, to now Fang Menan's report, grandma quickly converted a few steamed buns, the two of them cooperated for the first time, but they were also full of tacit understanding.

Although a woman of my grandmother's age can't read a single word, she is very fast at simple mental arithmetic, because she has been shopping for vegetables and daily necessities all year round, and these calculations do not need to be taught, and they are obtained in life.

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