On the kang over there, after dinner, there is a child on the kang now, and he is making handicrafts these days.

The little babies help her make the most basic sand table bottom and play like a house.

However, Song Poria counted in the process of teaching them to play, and when she put the hay into a small point, she had to count one, two, and three.

At the end of the night, which little baby is more pierced, does a good job, and counts the most, and the next day will award a few sugar gourd balls to whoever is awarded.

The first place will be rewarded with a string, the second place will be rewarded with three pieces, and the third place will be rewarded with one.

Ice cream too. An ice cream is cut with a knife, and whoever is better eats the big chunk.

Occasionally, it is also rewarded with snacks.

In short, Song Poria hung these children with good food.

One is to teach them to understand from an early age that you can't get something for nothing, and you can only get what you want to eat if you pay.

If you want to eat, you can't just roll around and play donkey.

In this regard, the one who has made the most progress is Song Jinbao.

Jinbao is now helping his father with his work and asking, I will help you hold the wood, will you give something.

Just yesterday's incident, let his father carry a broom to half the yard, Song Fuxi: "I'll give you a beating." ”

The second is to teach them hands-on ability. The main reason is that the little babies are too energetic, what to play is not to play, to help work is to play, and the sand table can be made a lot faster.

The third is to let the little babies not play in vain, exercise the heart of sitting and living, have a sense of competition, and can teach the counting, some catchy poems, Song Pocos is taught.

Grandpa Song: "Oh, it's really exciting, is this what you're doing?" ”

Song Fuling told him: "In the English Channel, does grandpa remember what I said?" ”

"Remember, Yingxia. You really have to do this, if you want to rely on the book to solicit customers only to speak, you can't understand, just like me, your name, it's just too much, I have to listen to it twice, or I remember it all wrong, and I can only remember what it is. ”

"After that, I will make it easier to name, and I accept your advice. Grandpa, are you with them? ”

"I'm also doing Yingxia, what are you doing with this thing, this meticulous."

After a while, laughter rang out on the other half of the kang that was separated by the fire wall.

The little babies were chattering and laughing, "Grandpa, you remember misrenowned, hahaha." ”

"Grandpa, it's not sticky here."

"Grandpa, why are your hands shaking?"

Grandpa smiled and said, "Don't always stare at my hands, the more you stare at me, the more you tremble." ”

Song Fuling was standing in front of the sand table made by Er Boxin under the kang, bent over and pasted, turned around and shouted at Mi Shou: "Mi Shou, go and help my sister bring the paste on the stove, touch it to cool first." ”

Mi Shou stepped on cotton shoes, fawn leather boots, and the upper of the shoe had already made him always pull and step on the pile gang.

Entering the house with a small pot of paste, Mi Shou glanced at Song Fusheng, who happened to get up from the kang, and tilted his head very sensitively and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?" ”

Draped in small hair, the little debate on it has long been crazy to disperse, the little face is flushed, and the little face with the tilted head is more delicate than a girl.

Song Fusheng was rare in his heart, and his face was not obvious: "It's okay, stop." ”

Mi Shou stopped, and the skin on his body tightened inexplicably.

"I've drawn a few big characters this time."

Mi Shou stretched out four fingers in his left hand, thought about it, and carefully retracted another one, his eyes flashing at his uncle.

"Grandpa, grandpa?"

When Qian Mishou heard that Song Fusheng suddenly called Mrs. Song, he felt bad intuitionally. I really hope Grandpa can't hear it.

But he couldn't stop him from having a stupid roe deer brother, who was pulling Grandpa Song's shoulders and reminded loudly: "Grandpa, my third uncle called you." ”

"What's up, Fusheng?"

"It just so happens that I've been waiting for the pepper to be red lately, and I don't go out often, so let's start teaching them to read, we can't let them run crazy like this anymore, and we will start tomorrow."

Mi Shou sat cross-legged on the kang, learning from the one brother Ichixiu taught by his sister, and put his fingers on his temples: he wanted to be quiet, and the beauty on the ice had nothing to do with him. Mixed feelings.

After Mi Shou finished this action, the other children saw that it seemed to be very funny, and they also threw down the things in their hands, hurriedly sat cross-legged, and meditated like Mi Shou.

As soon as Grandpa Song turned around, the "Brother Yixiu" of Yikang touched his beard with a smile, and accidentally stained the glue on the sticky paper, "Zhong, or I will be blind to the wisdom of these babies." ”

In this way, the little children of the Song Jiu clan started classes inexplicably.

Why don't you choose an auspicious day or something?

I do not choose it.

Don't you need to buy longan red dates or something, Mr. Bai?

I don't need it, I bought it for them to eat.

On the second day, I didn't give the babies a mental preparation, and in the early morning, before putting down the rice bowl, they were driven to the conference room like pigs.

Divide classes.

Taipan, like Tietou, Dalang, Huzi, Grandpa Song's eldest grandson, etc., these knelt on the ground first.

This kneeling on the ground means that these half-sized young people will use all their time to study every day, regardless of whether they will work in the field or go out to sell goods, even if they will start a family next year. No matter how busy you are, you have to persevere.

What they study is not the Four Books and the Five Classics, and what they learn is not for the purpose of evaluating merit and fame, and the purpose is not to turn a blind eye.

Therefore, Song Fusheng decided to give them three kinds of classes.

One is that he became a teacher, taught common words, and began to teach these when he came up.

Mainly based on contracts, common words that go out and talk to people, you can write not good-looking, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's not for the test of fame, but you must be able to write, especially you must know.

Every day, after a busy day's work, after eating in the evening, Song Fusheng would write five words on the blackboard and teach them to read and recognize, and these boys should remember.

When to practice writing, the winter starts at six o'clock in the morning, and these boys have to get up at three o'clock to write.

Is it bitter? It's not bitter, the old ladies get up every day at that time.

The second class is boxing, or learning to whip people with sticks.

The master of this second type of class is, Si Zhuang.

Si Zhuang can't speak, but it's no problem to teach these young people.

After all, these boys are also quite old, do they have to let people talk nonsense about how to move? Can't watch and practice by yourself?

And when to learn boxing lessons, isn't it three o'clock to get up and practice words? I wrote until half past four, and it was time to move after sitting for an hour and a half, and after half past four, I went out to box, and practiced until all the members left work at six o'clock in the morning.

The third type of course is arithmetic.

Mr. is naturally a cattle shopkeeper.

The cow shopkeeper taught them to choose to come directly, after all, these boys are not children, they have poor comprehension skills, and they have already spent money a few times when they go out.

The cow shopkeeper will directly teach the plan, teach the complicated how to find money, and how to calculate money.

The specific teaching time is noon, but it is also taught anytime and anywhere. These boys need to work and teach in fragments.

The boys who knelt on the ground, the three gentlemen stepped forward, dipped the brush in the pig's blood, and dotted the red dots on the head one by one.