Fang Jing has nothing to do to compile teaching materials, every day from morning to night, anyway, I don't know what to do on a snowy day, and the little baby in the family is either shrunk in the stove room to roast the fire, or play in the house, and the house also makes some charcoal fire to roast, otherwise it will be cold to death.

Chen Erlin and his wife are still busy every day, the livestock at home have to be fed, the poultry at home have to be fed, and even Xiong Er has to eat a lot of bamboo or bamboo shoots every day.

"Jing Wazi, you write and draw every day, what are these paintings?" Zhang Xiaoxia sat not far from Fang Jing with a needle and thread, embroidering clothes, raised her head to look at Fang Jing and asked.

"Yes, Jing Wazi, what are you painting? I've been watching you paint for days, and you're worried, what can you say? "Chen Erlin is roasting the fire with nothing to do, Chen Erlin just came back from working outside just now.

"Little uncle and aunt, I am painting something that I will teach the little babies in the future, some things I always draw badly, change and change, always don't know how to draw it, this is to teach the little babies in the future, always can't draw wrong." Fang Jing stopped the pen in his hand and replied to Chen Erlin and his wife.

"We don't understand either, but it's for the little babies to learn, so we have to think about it, Jing Baby, if you can't figure it out, you can rest for a while and then draw." Of course, Zhang Xiaoxia hopes that Fang Jing will draw better, but these will be learned by the little babies in the future, and they must not draw wrong.

"Brother, do you need to use anything to bind books for reading? After that, when I had books, there was nothing to hold. "Fang Yuan will come over and want to sell cuteness to Fang Jing, pretending to be well-behaved.

"Yes, I forgot about it, then my aunt will help sew a few bookbags, I'll draw a simple picture for you to see, so many babies in our family have to go to school, this bookbag is really indispensable, then you have to sew seven bookbags." After Fang Jing listened to the little girl's words, she remembered the matter of the bookbag, otherwise she would have forgotten everything after the school started.

Moreover, after Fang Jing's textbooks are compiled, they have to find someone to copy them, hundreds of them, this is not an easy job, but when the time comes, you have to go to the county seat or Jinzhou to find someone to copy on your behalf, it should be done in a few days, and it will not be too difficult to think about, if there is fast printing, it will be fast, but at present, there is only no engraving printing in the Tang Dynasty, let alone movable type printing, only rubbing, printing and other simple printing methods, and most of them are only in the hands of those scholars.

"Okay, Jing Wazi, you quickly draw a picture for me to see, and I'll go get the cloth to sew." After Zhang Xiaoxia finished speaking, she went to the room where the things were stored to get the cloth, Zhang Xiaoxia had great expectations for the little babies at home to be able to go to school and read books, no matter what books she reads, or how many books she reads, as long as she can read and read, not to mention that Fang Jing usually teaches the little babies to know some simple words when she is free, and she also teaches the little babies the arithmetic formulas of their previous lives.

Zhang Xiaoxia took a piece of cloth and cut it, and sewed the bookbag according to the sketch drawn by Fang Jing, Zhang Xiaoxia didn't understand, why did the bookbag have a very long belt?

"Jing Wazi, what are you doing with such a long belt?" Zhang Xiaoxia asked Fang Jing.

"Uncle, that strap is for carrying, otherwise it is inconvenient to carry, a backpack bag, so that books can be packed in the bag, and you don't have to carry anything with your hands." Fang Jing drew a sketch based on the old-fashioned one-shoulder satchel in her previous life, so she naturally needed a long strap.

Zhang Xiaoxia thought about it carefully, it should be so, then she put her mind at ease, began to cut the tape, according to the simple diagram drawn by Fang Jing, one by one the bookbags were sewn, the little babies stood by Zhang Xiaoxia's side and watched, those bookbags were sewn for them, and they had to be carried every day in the future, and the little babies were full of expectations.

Fang Jing continued to compile the textbook, Fang Jing thought about speeding up the time as much as possible, this is after the beginning of spring, there is basically not much time, and when the time comes, he will have to print or find someone to copy, and the time is a little tight.

Fortunately, Fang Jing's mathematics textbooks have been compiled, but at this time, Fang Jing is compiling natural science textbooks, which include geography, physics, chemistry, agriculture and other simple knowledge, which is also the most difficult to compile, especially chemistry, which is also Fang Jing's pain point.

Mathematics is the simplest to compile, starting from the simplest addition and subtraction, to the ninety-nine multiplication formula, to division, and to the power of one and two, etc., from single digits to hundreds of thousands of digits to increase upwards, although it will not be taught in a short time, the textbook can be used for several years, and it can also be said to be the simplest textbook.

For the textbook of nature, this is Fang Jing's headache, geography needs to tell some simple geographical knowledge, but also to draw various maps, as well as simple experiments, including drop experiments, including gas experiments, etc., these cities need all kinds of knowledge, all kinds of experimental tools to operate, to verify.

In order to compile this textbook, Fang Jing consulted a lot of books to compile, as well as various small experiments, this is the most troublesome thing, there are no tools, let alone any chemical reagents, and he really has to experiment, which makes Fang Jing's head very big.

A simple textbook may be very simple for many people, but for Fang Jing, it can be said to be fatal, these days, basically living in the most painful time, in addition to consulting books, Fang Jing also has to think about various experimental tools, but also think about the things to use in teaching in the future.

What Fang Jing wants the little babies to learn the most is actually agronomy, mainly in the four categories of agriculture, forestry, fishery and animal husbandry, of course, mainly agriculture, after all, the little babies in Fangjia Village are all farm babies, and the things they learn are naturally related to agriculture.

From light to water, to temperature, to nutrition, etc., Fang Jing basically had to compile according to the current situation, so these also made Fang Jing think about breaking his head, and this compilation was completed.

It wasn't until a year ago that Fang Jing completed the compilation of the textbook, and it took two months of hard work to be considered a great success, just wait for the beginning of spring, go to find some people to copy the book, Fang Jing doesn't know how much it costs to copy a book, but I think the price will not be too expensive, the paper is provided by itself, and the font Fang Jing has requirements, but not with a big brush to copy, but a very small brush to copy, this is also to save paper.

If a word is written very large, that book will have hundreds of sheets of paper, Fang Jing doesn't want this, it is best to compress it to a hundred, front and back, so that in addition to saving paper, it can also reduce the weight of a book, so that the little babies can carry it to and from school.

"Brother, it's the New Year in two days, what are we going to do?" Early in the morning, Fang Yuan pulled Fang Jing and asked.

"Yesterday my aunt made tofu, today our family wants to kill pigs, tomorrow we will make some rice cakes, so that you foodies can pretend to eat some, this year our family will make more, some time ago, our family bought a lot of glutinous rice, and more will be kept after the spring next year to make some wine." Fang Jing said to the little girl about her plans for the next few days.

"Brother, will we make braised pork today?" As soon as the little girl heard that the pig was going to be killed at home today, the braised pork that she was most looking forward to in her heart was indispensable.

"Do, make a big pot, let you eat from today to next year, let your little girl eat fat, so that others can call you a little fat girl, haha." Fang Jing teased Fang Yuan.

"Hmph, bad brother, I'm not fat." The little girl is not happy in her heart, someone used to call her a little black lady, and she was unhappy, and now who dares to call herself a little fat girl, she has to fight with that person.

"Okay, let's play with Xiaocao and them, my brother is going to kill the pig in a while, don't stay here, prevent my brother from doing things, go." Fang Jing blasted the little girl away, saving her a lot of trouble next to her.

Fang Jing went to the stove room and got the knife, preparing to sharpen the broken knife, otherwise it would be a while if the pig was half killed but ran away, then it would have to be chased all over the village, this joke is not funny.

Fang Jing, who sharpened the knife, went to the livestock shed with Chen Erlin and caught a fat pig out, Zhang Xiaoxia had already boiled the water, but it would be needed for a while.

The howl of the pig can be said to be the most ugly sound, for Fang Jing there is no one, the howl of the pig is extremely ugly, if the people who have heard it believe and agree with Fang Jing's opinion, if they have not heard it, they can try to listen to it, it is estimated that it can collapse people's ears.

Pig blood is what Fang Jing must leave behind, this is what Fang Jing's family must leave every year, it is a necessary material for making pig blood balls, and it is also one of the favorites of Fang Jing and everyone in the family, whether it is Chen Erlin and his wife, or the little dolls in the family, they all love to eat dishes made of pig blood balls.

More than 200 catties of fat pigs, the meat rate is relatively not so high, at most about seventy percent, this is good, at least there are about 150 catties of meat, making bacon and bacon is enough for a family to eat for half a year, not to mention that there are two big fat pigs at home.

Every year Zhang Xiaoxia has to catch four little piglets to raise, although one is basically given to her mother's family, Fang Jing basically has no opinions, this can be said to be raised by Zhang Xiaoxia and Daying, although a few little babies in the family will also go to hunt some pigweed back, but basically Zhang Xiaoxia and Daying are the two mothers and daughters, otherwise the four pigs in the family will not be able to raise such a big one.

Fang Jing also thought that after next year, it would be enough to raise two piglets at home, but she was opposed by Zhang Xiaoxia, Zhang Xiaoxia still chose to raise four more, even if she was tired, she was willing, even Daying said that every day after school, she could go to hunt some pigweed and come back to feed, even Fang Yuan, the little girl, was on their side, and Fang Jing had to surrender.

Eat some soup cakes at will for breakfast, but braised pork for dinner, Fang Yuan basically won't clip other dishes except for braised pork, Fang Jing has always suspected that this little girl must be a carnivore in her life, otherwise why can't she get tired of eating braised pork?

"Brother, this braised pork is so delicious, it would be best if you could eat braised pork every day." Fang Yuan touched his belly, looked at Fang Jing with two big eyes and said.

"Don't look at me like this, I won't make you braised pork to eat in the future, if you want to eat, you can only ask your aunt, the family affairs will be decided by your aunt in the future, and I won't have time to cook for you in the future." Fang Jing has a headache for this little girl, she is really worried that this girl has gained weight, and she has gained a lot of weight now.

"Hmph, if you don't do it, you won't do it, and my aunt will do it anyway." The little girl was not happy with Fang Jing's answer, and did not forget to throw a contemptuous look at Fang Jing.

"Okay, I'll make braised pork for Xiaotuanzi in the future, your brother won't have time to cook in the future, and your brother will have to teach you to read and write in the future." Zhang Xiaoxia listened to Fang Jing's words, but she was happy in her heart, who doesn't like to listen to her family say that she is in charge, after that, Fang Jing went to the Fang Family School to teach, but she didn't have time to cook.

"It's still my aunt who treats me well, unlike my brother, who is so lazy every time." Fang Yuan began to dislike Fang Jing, this is not the original little girl, she is now eight years old, and soon after the beginning of spring next year, she will be nine years old.

Fang Jing thought about it all these years, the little girl followed her, what hardships she had suffered before, Fang Jing didn't know, until Fang Jing came to this Tang Dynasty, the little girl had never suffered much, every day she had big fish and meat, her thin body was strong in front of her, maybe in another year or two, she would really become a little fat girl.

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