Jiang Nuan took the book and bounced the soil on the book before opening it.

The dull yellow paper was pressed into a tight stack, with a boxy indentation in the middle.

After looking at it for a while, Jiang Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, she knew these words.

Not Chinese Traditional, but Han Li, if it weren't for the professional needs of studying for a while, she would have become illiterate at this point.

Fortunately, Jiang is "literate", and she no longer has to rack her brains to make excuses.

"Mother, you want to teach us to read?" Looking at Jiang Nuan's serious expression, Huang Xiaosi asked nervously.

If you recognize the words, you are a noble reader, and the cubs in the whole village have to listen to him Huang Xiaosi.

"Yes, you're a good time to be literate at your age." Jiang Nuan explained, "However, there is no pen and paper at home, so you need to make a few sand tables first." ”

"Mother, how to do the sand table? You tell me, I'll come. After confirming the news, Xu Xiaosi excitedly took the matter on himself.

"The sand table is very simple, just make a shallow wooden frame and fill it with sand," after a pause, Jiang Nuan pointed to the bamboo sieve in the yard for drying wild vegetables, "It's similar to that sieve, there can't be holes, and sand will leak." ”

Huang Xiaosi's eyes rolled, and he asked smartly, "Mother, can you look at the drawer box?" ”

"Drawer box," Jiang Nuan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Okay, okay!" ”

If you can hold sand, the rest doesn't matter.

"Is the bowl at home okay?" Huang Xiaowu said aggrievedly, "The drawer box is very heavy with sand, and I can't hold it." ”

"Yes, yes!" Jiang Nuan nodded heavily.

Although I was choked by their strange ideas, I still have to admit that these two children are quite smart, and their heads turn very fast.

"Grandma, I'm going to learn too." The five-year-old grandmother spoke in a milky voice.

"Okay, teach both." Jiang Nuan agreed without hesitation. It makes no difference whether a sheep is driven or herded.

The Huang family's book is "Thousand Character Essays", and when the Confucius Institute was emerging, Jiang Nuan followed the trend and memorized several ancient texts.

After so many years, although I dare not guarantee that I will memorize a single word, it is impossible to make a mistake according to the script.

The combination of Lishu and "Thousand Character Text" is a bit weird, but it also complements each other.

After filling the drawer box with sand, he took out a wooden stick, and Jiang Nuan wrote the first sentence of "Thousand Character Text", "Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate." ”

"Mother, you really know how to read!"

Huang Xiaosi, who was too happy, didn't find that this sentence exposed his true thoughts.

"Little four, what does it mean that my mother really knows how to read?" Looking at the neat eight words of the worker, Jiang Nuan was unhappy, "Can my mother still lie to you?" ”

Jiang Nuan said this reasonably. She has studied hard for nearly 20 years, from kindergarten to graduate school, and she is not illiterate.

As for Jiang's pot, she said that she would not carry it.

"Mother," Huang Xiaosi touched his nose, "I didn't mean that, I was just too surprised, yes, too surprised." ”

After speaking, praise your wit in your heart.

Seriously, the whole family said that his mother was literate and literate, and he was very skeptical of this.

Once I went to the school in a neighboring village to play, I heard the master keep talking about the son, and when I thought that my mother could read and write, I showed off to the fat man that my mother was better than the master or something.

The fat man didn't believe it, he had to watch his mother write, he found a pen and paper to ask for words, but his mother was too tired to send herself.

He didn't give up, he grabbed the opportunity to grind his mother to write, and was rejected again and again, and then, he faintly got something.

Since then, he has never had any hope that his mother will teach him to read.

After reacting, Jiang Nuan was surprised, "Little Four, do you know these eight words?" ”

Otherwise, how could he be so sure.

"I don't know," Huang Xiaosi touched his head with a red face, "I used to like to go to the school in the neighboring village to play, and the schoolchildren there often shook their heads and shook, and I remembered it when I heard too much." ”

"I see," Jiang Nuan quipped after listening to it, "You're not afraid that your mother's writing will lack arms and legs?" ”

"No," Huang Xiaosi grinned, pointed to the book and said, "It's exactly the same as in the book, it won't be wrong." ”

"It's worthy of being my son, it's smart." Jiang Nuan happily rubbed Huang Xiaosi's head.

She now understands why so many people still have children knowing that children are a burden, and the kind of satisfaction and happiness that overflows in her heart is intoxicating.

After laughing, Jiang Nuan began to hand over to the children to write.

She taught seriously, and the children learned seriously, and before they knew it, an hour had passed.

After Wang finished handling the affairs in the backyard and walked out, he watched this scene: a group of people squatted in the yard with sticks in drawers and bowls of noodles to poke inside.

"Mother," she frowned, clenched her fists again, and then whispered, "There are only two drawers and boxes at home, and they can't be wasted." ”

If it's broken, you have to fight again, and you have to waste a lot of money.

"Sister-in-law," Huang Xiaosi explained, after understanding Wang's meaning, "We didn't waste anything, my mother is teaching us to read." ”

"Mother is teaching you how to read?" Wang was overjoyed and said happily, "This is a big deal!" ”

Only by studying can she get ahead, she has been looking forward to such a day for a long time, but her mother's health is not good, and she can't ignore her body.

It can help children learn to read, not to mention ruining drawers and boxes, or splitting cabinets for firewood.

After reacting, Wang's face was full of red light, and the words he said had a little more strength, "Mother, you go on, it's still cold, I'll cook some ginger soup to warm you up." ”

"Okay," Jiang Nuan nodded, "Cook more, and when the eldest and second come back, they can drink something hot." ”

The lesson lasted three hours and ended near dusk when it was time to cook.

On the way, Jiang Nuan, who had been squatting, was so dizzy that he couldn't hold it anymore, so he sat cross-legged on the ground.

As soon as it ended, Huang Xiaosi ran out in a hurry, and he couldn't pull it.

He wants to show Chubby that he has learned eight words.

Who let Chubby laugh at him for deceiving people in the first place, hum!

Xie was not there in the afternoon, and Wang was the only one for dinner, and there were more dishes to cook than usual, so Jiang Nuan took the initiative to help.

Wang's craftsmanship is not as good as Xie's, and Jiang Nuan is a picky mouth, so he simply does it himself.

Jiang Nuan doesn't have much strength, and the strength of killing fish and chopping bones is still from Wang's, and she is only responsible for stir-frying.

Xiao Wu volunteered to help light the fire, and the big cow and the second cow stared at the meat without blinking, and they couldn't stay in the kitchen.

On the way, Xie Shi came back from outside, and when he entered the kitchen, he saw Jiang Nuan stir-frying, and his angry eyes shot at Wang, "Sister-in-law, how can you let your mother cook?" ”

"Second brother and sister," Wang lowered his head in shame, "I can't persuade you." ”

"It's none of your sister-in-law's business," Jiang Nuan turned her head and smiled at Xie Shi, "I'm in a good mood today, I want to show you a hand, you have a good mouth." ”

It's not that she is boasting, the iron pot stew she made today is particularly delicious, with enough ginger and garlic, a small half bowl of self-brewed rice wine, and a handful of fresh mushrooms.