Early the next morning, Mu Li got up and cooked a pot of bone porridge and half a pot of brown rice.

When Sun got up, he saw that his little daughter was wasting food again, so he inevitably said a few more words to her.

"Forget about cooking porridge, why do you cook so much brown rice? Chickens can't eat so much. Sun said.

"This is the food for the chickens in the morning and at noon, and I want to save some firewood, so I cook the chickens at noon." Mu Li said.

Sun doesn't want to talk about her, won't she wait for her to pick the chicken and eat the grass before cooking? These chicks don't do anything when they're hungry.

But when I saw this half pot of thick porridge, I felt distressed, so much porridge, I couldn't eat so much rice a day before, but now I actually use it for my daughter to make breakfast.

But yesterday he had already handed over the chef to his daughter, so now that he saw this, Sun didn't say anything about her, drank the fragrant thick porridge, and couldn't help comforting himself in his heart, his daughter would earn the rice back, and she would buy it back.

Mu Dad didn't think as much as her, and after drinking four large bowls with satisfaction, he went out with Sun with the frame on his back.

They are going to the mountains today to cut firewood, and recently the firewood has been consumed too much, and they have to cook firewood three times a day, which is a little insufficient.

Now is the time of the farm, so I have to go out to chop some firewood and come back, and by the way, pick some chickens and grass and come back for the chickens to eat, otherwise brown rice every day, how can I go on like this.

After Mu Dad Sun went out, there were only four children at home.

After eating fragrant pork bone porridge, as usual, Mu Feng and Xiaozhi practiced vocabulary and arithmetic in the yard.

Mu He looked strange, he hadn't studied, let alone learned anything, even arithmetic was just learned from Sun, small numbers were okay, if there were more, it wouldn't work, because he would miscalculate.

Therefore, when he saw that his two younger brothers could write, and they were still there to calculate for each other, Mu He was very envious: "Xiaofeng, you can also teach me to write and count, so that when I go to sell things in the future, I won't make a mistake in calculating money." ”

These two younger brothers are really good, and now they can even recognize words, you know, he doesn't even know his own name now, even Mu Dad, and he just knows how to write his own name.

He also asked them why they were literate, and Mu Feng Xiaozhi said that he often went outside the village to eavesdrop on Lao Xiucai's teaching.

They have already promised to keep it secret for their sister, so naturally they will not say it.

And when the honest man heard this, he believed it.

"I'm okay with arithmetic, but I'm not good at words, you let Xiaozhi teach you." Mu Feng said to him.

I don't know if it's because Xiaozhi has been following Mu Li for a long time, or because of his personal talent, anyway, Mu Feng is very slow about learning idioms or making sentences, naturally, this slow is relative to Mu Xiaozhi, as for how it compares with others, I don't know.

However, although Mu Feng is very slow to learn words, he is very good at arithmetic, when Xiao Zhi is still calculating the addition and subtraction within a hundred, Mu Feng has already calculated the addition and subtraction within a thousand, but if it is a thousand away, he has to calculate by hand.

"Okay, big brother, I'll teach you to write your name and some dish names first." Mu Xiaozhi said happily to Mu He.

Mu Li has never been a teacher, so she doesn't know where the children want to be taught, and after teaching some simple words, she is now teaching practical ones, that is, some crop names and poultry words.

So, Mu He learned words from his two younger brothers.