Mrs. Yuan deeply understands a truth, if you want to capture the hearts of children, you must first grab their stomachs!

Like Old Man Yuan, staring at the children learning-

Hehe.

Well, let Old Man Yuan always be a strict grandfather.

went upstairs with a snack and knocked on the door of the eldest granddaughter's room first: "Mengmeng, come out for a snack." ”

Yuan Meng was wrestling with her own mountain-like clothes, and not long ago, she finally found what she was looking for from hundreds of her own clothes.

It is the most famous Hanfu brand in China, the classic work launched by Han Tang Zhai, the Huashang series.

In this series of clothes, the skirt itself is mostly elegant and light-colored, and the accessories are extraordinarily delicate and gorgeous.

At that time, she was particularly fond of one of the dresses in the color of the sunny sky after the rain, so from the age of eight to twenty, every two years, she had to buy a new one, because the old one could no longer be worn.

Well, she still has a lot of such clothes, but other clothes are not as popular as this one, and the yards are not so complete.

So she often regrets that Yuan Cong is not her sister.

Well, now she has two more sisters all at once!

Hey, hey, super happy!

This set of clothes is all large, medium and small, just take it out, and when grandpa celebrates his birthday, everyone wears the same clothes and walks out together, it must be very shocking!

It's just that she has too many clothes, and although these clothes are the same style, they are kept separately according to age, and she turned them over for an unknown amount of time, and as a result, all the clothes were messy.

Sitting in the middle of the clothes, Yuan Meng felt that his head was big at the thought of putting these clothes back up.

At this time, Mrs. Yuan knocked on the door and called him to eat a snack, and she immediately jumped up, said a crisp and crisp answer, and walked out in a hurry.

As for the clothes of this place—

Wait for my aunt's little cousin to come tomorrow, let the little cousin clean up!

Anyway, she understood a truth a long time ago: younger brothers, they can all be bought!

It just so happens that she has money, and her brothers have leisure, so it's not too perfect.

After the two grandfathers and grandsons met, they walked towards the study together, and when they arrived at the door of the study, Mrs. Yuan knocked on the door twice meaningfully, and directly pushed open the door of the study: "Wanwan, it's time to eat a snack." ”

Before the words fell, I saw the old man of the family looking at her excitedly, and said excitedly: "Xiuxiu! Come on! ”

"Look at how powerful our family Wanwan is!"

Mrs. Yuan laughed angrily, hey, this dead old man, if you are not happy, you will call Comrade Zhuoxiu, and if you are happy, you will call Xiuxiu!

She didn't want to deal with this bad old man anymore, but as soon as she heard the old man say that it was related to Wanwan, she immediately became interested and walked quickly to the side of Old Man Yuan and his little granddaughter.

Old Man Yuan raised the book in his hand and opened his mouth proudly: "Do you know how many poems we can memorize when we are gentle?" ”

"Let's be gentle," Mrs. Yuan first gently but firmly corrected Old Man Yuan's title, and then asked curiously, "How much can you recite?" ”

She half-jokingly laughed, "It's not like you'll be able to memorize everything, right?" ”

Mrs. Yuan had already clearly read the title of the book in Old Man Yuan's hand: Three Hundred Tang Poems.

Naturally, there can't be only 300 Tang poems, but the ones selected into the book are all classics among the classics.

Each of these poems is a well-known hand-me-down, and most people can blurt out the next sentence when they mention it.

This book is in the Yuan family, and it can also be said to be a family heirloom.

The eldest grandson carried it when he was a child, his granddaughter carried it when he was a child, and the two grandsons, plus Yuan Cong and Yuan Ye, also carried it.

Mrs. Yuan still remembers the loud children's voices that resounded throughout the room.

Of course, the progress of several children's recitations is fast and slow, and the effect is very different.

The eldest grandson works hardest, but it seems that there are no cells in this area at all, and he will memorize it on the first day, and the next day, he will forget it in the blink of an eye.

The eldest granddaughter carries the fastest back, that is, three days of fishing, two days of drying nets, and one day of carrying rests for three days.

After all, the two grandsons are not surnamed Yuan, so it is not good to be too supervised.

Yuan Cong is willing to work hard, he is also smart, he memorized it well when he was a child, and he could memorize more than half of the three hundred songs, but it has been seven or eight years, and it is estimated that he has forgotten seventy-seven eighty-eight.

As for the youngest grandson Yuan Ye -

Hehe.

Mrs. Yuan sometimes couldn't help but wonder if it was Nuwa Niangniang who looked up at the monkey on the tree when she was pinching people, and then pinched Yuan Ye out with reference to the monkey?

Therefore, she can say everything, just joking, after all, the youngest granddaughter is only five years old, and she can recite dozens of songs, which is already amazing.

Before the words fell, he saw Old Man Yuan nod his head twice: "Plenary meeting!" ”

Mrs. Yuan looked surprised: "Won't it?" Will you all memorize? ”

Old Man Yuan immediately handed her the three hundred Tang poems in his hand.

Mrs. Yuan casually turned a page, which happened to be her favorite song "Jin Se", she even wanted to name her daughter Jin Se, but unfortunately was stopped by the dead old man, the dead old man had to say that the four brothers and sisters had to give the same name in order to see that they were a family.

Fortunately, when the eldest was born, the dead old man was not at home, and it dragged on for two years, and he waited for his sister to give birth before they were registered together.

She wittily changed the names of her brother and sister, Yuan Renxiong, Yuan Renying, otherwise the girl would be unpleasant to hear if she used a male character.

It doesn't matter if the third and fourth are all sons, the third Yuan Renhao, the fourth Yuan Renjie, happens to be heroes.

The youngest son is used to playing treasures, and when he was a child, he put his arms around her neck and asked her, "Mom, do you know that I am coming to our house, so I deliberately left the best name for me?" ”

What can she say, this kid has put gold on his face, and he is about to become a bodhisattva.

Having said that, the name this kid gave to his little granddaughter is weird and nice.

Mrs. Yuan opened her mouth and came: "Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason." ”

The little girl seemed to have been playing with the naughty grandfather for a long time before, and responded a little lazily and casually: "One string and one pillar think about the years." ”

Without waiting for Mrs. Yuan to take another sentence, the little girl herself memorized it: "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring." ”

“…… This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Old Man Yuan glanced at Mrs. Yuan proudly, "How about it, I'll just say it!" ”

"Plenary! All will! ”

Yuan Meng, who had been watching for a long time, couldn't help it: "Red beans-"

Xiao Tuanzi immediately replied: "Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches will be sent in spring." ”

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely."

Mrs. Yuan blinked, and the unbeliever found another article: "Jiang-"

"There are oranges in the south of the Yangtze River, lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, the river flows eastward and does not return, the river water is a thousand miles, and the river rain comes to rest at night!"

Yuan Wanying said five lines of poems with Jiang characters in one breath, supported her cheeks with her hands, yawned, and raised her big black and white eyes to look at Mrs. Yuan: "Which one do you want?" Grandmother. ”