Song Hui and the four of them ate all the food, and Song Chaobao licked his mouth unsatisfied.

The food was so delicious that he suddenly felt that what he had eaten during this time was simply too bad.

After Song Hui and Song Yao finished eating, they packed the box and took it to the trash can to throw it away.

Old Man Zheng saw that they were so conscious, and he praised them.

"These two kids are sensible."

Song Qiu heard Old Man Zheng praise Song Hui and Song Yao, so he spoke.

"Thank you Grandpa Zheng and Uncle Zheng for bringing us food, these meals are delicious, they are the best meals I have ever eaten during this time."

Old Man Zheng didn't look at Song Qiu squarely, he had lived most of his life, and at a glance, he knew that the female doll in front of him had too many thoughts.

It's not that people can't have too much thought, sometimes they have more thoughts, which is very beneficial to themselves.

But if you have to play tricks on your family, it's really unsightly.

"You thanked the wrong person, it was the treasure girl who brought it to you, how did you thank us?"

"I'm not confused when I'm so old, but you're a young girl who is confused first."

"Alas! You are still young, and there is still a long way to go, don't be a fool! ”

Song Qiu was a little embarrassed by Old Man Zheng's words, and he was kind enough to thank Old Man Zheng, but he didn't expect to be told instead.

Song Rongchang looked at Song Qiu and frowned, and spoke.

"Xiaoqiu, what did you learn in school during this time?"

Song Qiu was a little unhappy when she heard Song Rongchang ask her this, the teacher looked at her every day and was not pleasing to her eyes, what could she learn!

However, Song Qiu didn't dare to talk back to Song Rongchang, and replied obediently.

"I've learned a lot, the teacher has taught me a lot of words, and I can count a lot."

"Well, that's not bad. I'll test you, what is six plus seven minus eight? ”

Song Qiu secretly counted his fingers, six fingers plus seven fingers were... Just a dozen fingers?

Song Rongchang looked at the silent Song Qiu and urged.

"Have you figured out such a simple question?"

"Equal, equal..."

"How much? Have you studied well during this time? ”

Song Qiu nodded heavily, and then said.

"Master, have I studied during this time. Write a lot of homework every day. ”

In fact, he was punished by the teacher for copying every day.

"But the teacher is very fierce, he often scolds me, and he will punish me at every turn."

Song Rongchang didn't pay attention to Song Qiu's pitiful appearance, in his concept, it was normal for a teacher to be fierce.

And he thinks that the more fierce the teacher, the better the student, after all, the strict teacher makes a high apprentice!

Although this kind of cognition is not good, no one has corrected his thinking for the time being, and Song Rongchang was also very fierce to Song Dali and Song Zhi before.

They will be scolded if they do small things wrong, beaten if they do something bigger, and filial piety will be produced with sticks.

"The teacher is strict with you, that's for your own good, and you should thank the teacher for his teaching. Do you have an answer to the question I asked you just now? ”

Song Qiu: Thank you, teacher, for asking me questions in the Heavenly Heaven class, letting me stand every day, punishing me for copying every day, thank you so much, teacher!

Song Qiu couldn't pull out Song Rongchang's question with her fingers, but if she said that she wouldn't, she would definitely be counted.

So Song Qiu found a reason.

"Master, I don't know how to do the math, I have to use a pen and paper to do the math!"

Song Hui didn't think much when he heard Song Qiu's words, he directly took out the pen and paper in his pocket, and then handed the paper and pen to Song Qiu in Song Qiu's stunned.

"Whoa! I've got pen and paper here, you count! ”

Song Qiu hesitated, she didn't want to take Song Hui's paper and pen, but Song Rongchang urged her.

"Xiaoqiu, take it quickly, you have paper and pen, you can forget it now."

Song Qiu took the pen and paper in Song Hui's hand hard, and then asked Song Rongchang.

"Master, what did you ask just now?"

Song Rongchang: ...

"What is six plus seven minus eight? Let's start math! ”

Song Qiu wrote six plus seven minus eight on paper, and then... There is no then.

She doesn't know how to calculate it, two plus three she knows is equal to six, but six plus seven minus eight doesn't know, this is too difficult.