After washing the dishes, I went to clean the house and took the worn-out quilts to the bamboo pole in the yard to dry my clothes.

After doing this, there was nothing to do, looking at Mu Feng and Mu Xiaozhi who were feeding the chickens to drink water and eat vegetable stalks, Mu Li's mind flashed a spiritual light and called them over.

"Xiaofeng Xiaozhi, do you want to learn to read and write?" Mu Li said, Xiao Zhi is still young, but Xiao Feng is already eight years old, and according to modern age, he is already a second-year student.

And the characters here are not much different from China, that is, they are all traditional characters.

But Mu Li has studied with a gentleman of ancient literature for some time, so he knows some, and he doesn't dare to say that he can write all the words, but the commonly used words are okay.

"Okay." Mu Xiaozhi nodded, he was simple-minded, and he would do whatever his sister asked him to do.

"Sister, do you know how to read?" Mu Feng was surprised.

Mu Li smiled, looked at him and said, "If I say that the Bodhisattva taught me in a dream, do you believe it?" ”

Mu Feng nodded, he believed that the Bodhisattva had taught his sister the ability to kill snakes, and it was not impossible to recognize words.

Mu Li smiled, and went to the kitchen to get three dry branches, one for each person.

Write their names on the dirt floor of the yard with a tree branch and teach them their names first.

Mu Xiaozhi felt very fun, learning the words written by Mu Li to draw on the ground, and he was very happy.

Mu Feng also learned to write, but he couldn't write well, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, there was no order at all, just like drawing a ghost talisman.

"Sister, why are there so many paintings of these characters, it's so complicated and difficult to write." Mu Feng's brows furrowed, very distressed.

When my sister wrote it just now, it was so smooth, it seemed to be easy, why did he write it messily.

"Our surname is this Mu, in fact, there are other homophone surnames, such as this Mu, this Mu, the pronunciation is the same, but the words are different." Mu Li said, writing on the ground as he spoke.

"So many homonymous Mu surnames? Why don't we have the last name of this wood? This word is much easier to write than the other two. Mu Feng pointed to the wooden characters and said.

"The surname passed down from your ancestors, do you dare to change it?" Mu Li is funny.

However, it is indeed a little difficult to learn to write so many words for the first time.

"Don't dare." Mu Feng shook his head, just talking, how dare he have the courage to change his surname, he will be punished by God.

"Just pay attention to the stroke order, this is not painting, painting is also structured, from left to right, from top to bottom, you don't draw on one side, so that even if you write it, it will be difficult to remember......" Mu Li said patiently.

Mu Li focused on teaching Mu Feng, as for Mu Xiaozhi, she didn't care much, he was still in a hurry.

Mu Li wrote many times one stroke at a time, and taught him many times.

Mu Feng studied very seriously, but after half an hour, he barely wrote a Mu Lai crookedly, and he hadn't even started to learn Feng yet.

Looking at this word with a big head and small feet, Mu Li breathed again and again to suppress the rising anger before he got angry.

I finally know why some parents who accompany their children to do homework will get angry and have a heart attack in their previous life.

It took half an hour to teach to write a word, and it was a huge ugly, and Mu Li would have to get sick if she had a bad heart.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm too stupid." Noticing that Mu Li seemed to be a little angry, Mu Feng was a little afraid.

I thought to myself, no wonder the Bodhisattva only teaches his sister, if he teaches him, he doesn't know what year and month he will learn.

"It's okay, maybe the method I taught is not good, and you've only learned to write for the first time, so take your time in the future."

Mu Li said, it can be regarded as giving herself a step, among the many identities she played in her previous life, there was no teacher, so it may be that her teaching method is wrong.