When Li Feng and Yaya entered the house, Rou Niang was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. And the girl, who had learned a few crooked poems, obviously wanted to show it, so she rushed into the kitchen in a hurry. Then there was immediately the cheerful chanting and laughter of the little girl.

When Li Feng entered the kitchen, he had already smelled the smell of meat, and immediately felt this belly, and began to gurgle.

"The meal will be ready soon, Brother Li, you sit down first, Yaya will call your little tiger brother to dinner."

With Rou Niang's arrangement, Li Feng sat directly on the edge of the stove. And the girl ran quickly outside, not forgetting to read the poem in her mouth as she ran.

Isn't it just a few crooked poems, look at this girl to be happy. However, immediately, Li Feng remembered the last time he lectured Yaya to read and write.

After a period of preparation, Li Feng has already done some necessary work. It just so happens that this girl seems to be very interested in reading and reading.

Taking advantage of the time, Li Feng decided to teach Yaya to read and write immediately.

"Rou Niang, wait a minute, I want to teach Yaya to read, I don't know, is there any problem?"

Although he also mentioned it last time, Li Feng wanted to hear Rou Niang's opinion again, after all, he had not been in this Tang Dynasty for long. But don't be careful, do something bad with good intentions, that's bad.

"Brother Li, how can there be a problem. When the girl comes back, she won't be happy. However, Brother Li, why have I never heard you sing poetry before?"

For her sister's literacy, Rou Niang will definitely have no opinion, you know, this girl reads and reads, that is a young lady from a large family, and she is eligible to enjoy that treatment. As for the families of ordinary people, not to mention girls, even boys, there are a few who can read and write.

"Well, I was playing with Yaya just now, and I taught her to read and play casually, where can it be considered a poem?"

"No, I think Brother Li's poems are very good, people can understand them as soon as they hear them, and when they read it, it is very smooth, and it makes people remember it all at once, what is this not a good poem?"

When Rou Niang heard Li Feng's words, she thought he was too modest. Although, she doesn't know what kind of praise this poetry and song is good and what kind of bad it is.

However, she decided that the few poems Li Feng had just made were good poems, good poems that were easy to hear, easy to understand and easy to remember. Where, like those poems that I had heard before, I didn't understand what to say at all.

It's a pity, how did Rou Niang know that this poem is fundamentally half-concealed, otherwise, how can it be called poetry, otherwise, how can it seem that the poet is talented.

"Hehe, okay, our family Rou Niang thinks it's good, that's good, if you like to listen to it, I'll read it to you slowly in the future, okay?"

"Brother Li, he is so thick-skinned, and he is not afraid that others will hear the joke"

As the two get along longer and longer, the distance gets closer and closer. For Li Feng's shy words from time to time, Rou Niang slowly got used to it.

"Sister, is the meal ready, we're back"

Just when Li Feng was about to continue to go deeper and exchange feelings with this Rou Niang, Yaya and Xiaohu came back together.

The family didn't say anything, and directly began to gather around the stove and start to eat dinner.

"Brother Feng, the master asked me to tell you, saying that your things have all been made, so you can take a look tomorrow"

Originally, during the meal, Xiaohu, who almost never spoke, suddenly said a message to Li Feng, which surprised Li Feng very much.

Li Feng nodded, thanked him, said that he understood, and continued to eat.

"Big brother, what is it, isn't it the weird picture you drew last time, ah......... I remembered, big brother, you said you want to teach people to read, but it's been so long, and you haven't taught it yet? ”

Saying that, Yaya didn't eat anymore, and looked at Li Feng very aggrieved with a look of you lying to me, and the tears kept rolling in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm really more wronged than Dou E, I, haven't I been preparing these days. Just now, I told your sister that I would teach you to have dinner. However, it seems that our maids don't seem to be very happy, so ........."

"Willingly, willingly, who said I wasn't happy. Big brother is the best. ”

As soon as the little girl heard this, she immediately saw the sun, and just now it was full of dark clouds, and now it has become a bright sun.

"Brother Li, who is Dou E, it seems to be a girl's name, has she been wronged by anyone?"

In fact, whether it is an ancient woman or a modern woman, in essence, there is not much difference, some things, it is the nature of women, and it does not change with time and space, what will change.

For example, in Li Feng's words just now, a Dou E who appeared immediately made Rou Niang pay attention. And, naturally, I got into it.

"Speaking of this, Dou E, ............."

With Rou Niang's inquiry, it just happened that tonight's story was there. Li Feng began to reminisce and make up the story of this June snowfall.

"Sister Dou E is so pitiful, woo woo ......"

"What a lovely and respectable daughter-in-law, it's a pity..."

"If it were me, I would fight with them ......"

One is full of sorrow, the other is full of reverence and regret, and the last one is an angry young man with simple thoughts and a little violence.

Fortunately, this story is not very long, and in addition, for this kind of tragic story, Li Feng can also be simple, so he will try to tell it as simply as possible.

In this way, the whole story was told without taking much time. Since it was still early, Li Feng took advantage of this time to take out a big wooden board and began to teach the little girl to read and read.

Early in the morning, the seventh master slowly and leisurely rushed towards Li Feng's house. Because, Li Feng has a bit of work, and he needs his old man to go out.

However, as soon as he came to the door of Rou Niang's house, he heard a strange sound.

"Ah...... Oh......... Uh.........."

This burst of voices sounded very weird. It's a bit like singing, but if you listen closely, it's a bit like the monk chanting sutras.

"Yaya, what are you doing, singing is not like singing, chanting is not like chanting, and, on this wooden board, what is it, how does it look a bit like a talisman"

With the seventh master, he slowly stepped forward and saw the little girl, facing a big wooden plank, and her small mouth kept making that strange sound

The seventh master looked at the big wooden board and found that there were a lot of things painted on the big wooden board, just like the things drawn on the rune paper used by Taoist priests.

"Seventh grandfather, you don't understand, this is not a symbol, this is called Hanyu Pinyin, I am recognizing it"

As soon as Yaya heard that the seventh master mistakenly thought that this was a talisman, she quickly corrected it. Her eldest brother told him that this thing was called Hanyu Pinyin, and told her that if she wanted to learn to read words, she had to learn this pinyin first.

Although, Yaya doesn't understand why to learn to read and write, you have to learn this weird pinyin first. However, for Li Feng's words, Xiao Yaya chose to be blindly convinced.

"Hanyu Pinyin, what is this, well, Yaya, what are you learning this for?"

Looking at the wooden board, these, the words are not words, the characters are not the characters, the ghost things called Hanyu Pinyin, the seventh master doesn't need to think about it to know, this must be a new thing made by Li Feng, but what is the use of this thing.

"Well, Seventh Grandpa, the eldest brother said that he would teach me to read and write. He said, let me learn this Hanyu Pinyin first, and then he can let me learn to read and write in a short time. ”

After Yaya finished speaking, she didn't care about the seventh master, and continued hers, ah....... Oh...... Ugh.

After the seventh master took a closer look at the strangely shaped, so-called Hanyu Pinyin, he shook his head and walked towards the three thatched houses newly built by Li Feng.

However, he didn't believe what Li Feng said about allowing Yaya to read and write in a very short period of time.

"I'm really an old man, I haven't read a book, I'm really bragging and not making drafts, this kid is doing things, it's getting more and more out of style"

As the seventh master of the village, of course, he is also literate and has read books.