Song Fuling returned home after training the pony.

First carried the oil lamp, looked at the sleeping Mi Shou, and touched the heat in the bed of his younger brother.

He turned around and went to the stove again.

Pull her hair dryer to turn the fire in the pit bigger.

Burn the kang, boil hot water, want to wash your face, wash your feet and wash your hair. He turned around again, and by the way, he also added firewood to the stove pit of the cow shopkeeper and Sizhuang, and also boiled some water for them.

Tossing and turning, Song Poria poured all the water stored at home into the pot to become hot water, and she also washed and washed most of it, and then entered the house and sat on the kang.

In the dark, I rummaged through the bag to find vitamins and calcium tablets and ate them, and the amount of "medicine" for my parents was also wrapped in paper, put on the windowsill, and wiped up skin care products.

Lipstick for lips, lanolin for feet, lice oil for hair.

In fact, Song Fuling's head was long gone, Qian Peiying clearly told her, but she thought, well, wipe it for two more days. Comb your hair with a grate, smooth it over and over again, and it should also be alive blood.

Lying on the kang, Song Fuling exhaled a long breath.

Although I made up for sleep during the day yesterday, I didn't sleep in the second half of the night to make cakes, and today I was in a hurry during the day, and I didn't rest when I came back, but she was tired.

It was very warm in the bed, and after a while, Song Poria fell asleep.

The first to go home were the cattle shopkeeper and Sizhuang.

As soon as the two of them saw the hot water in the pot, the water in the bucket was gone, so they carried the empty bucket to the water room together.

One presses, one carries water.

The cow shopkeeper instructed the four strong:

"Go back in a while, let's go back to our own room, and you can wash your feet well, and wash your feet every night. I know you don't want to wash. But Sizhuang, it's really not a hit, you see that the young lady and the little young lady should understand, happy and clean.

We can't be annoying, understand?

My uncle treats us like a subordinate, but the more my uncle's family doesn't treat us as outsiders, the more we have to pay attention to ourselves, don't make people embarrassed. ”

Si Zhuang nodded honestly.

He is really impatient to wash, and other families don't wash like this, they all fall asleep after work, and they can simply pick up twice, they are all fastidious.

Therefore, sometimes, Sizhuang didn't mean it, he was not used to it, so he forgot about it.

More than a dozen households turned off their lights one after another.

The cake maker went back early tonight.

It's Song Fusheng and Qian Peiying in the chili room, and they haven't gone home yet.

Song Fusheng was squatting beside the wall of fire at this time, gluing the table legs with fish maw.

Table legs, Song Fusheng found four logs that were about the same thick, these four logs have one thing in common, that is, they all belonged to the original splitting wood, and they were not too broken, they were still a cylinder, high and low, and he could use them as table legs.

The desktop is a board, or an old door panel.

When I first arrived here, weren't there a lot of doors that couldn't be used? They were all given new doors.

Then the broken door that was dismantled was not willing to be thrown, the long pieces, pieced together and put together for the door of the nest, and the remaining small pieces were not willing to be lost, just like that, I went there and picked a board.

Song Fusheng wants to make a small kang table.

Because I saw the girl who saw the book next night, I knew that the girl was in a hurry to recognize and write, and wanted to use a brush to really start writing.

Don't let your child lie on the kang to write, make a kang table, sit on the kang and write, it's warm and not cold, and you can also use the kang table to eat.

In addition, Song Fusheng really didn't want to trouble others, so he did it himself.

His family has done too much work in the queue.

Not to mention, only the buckets at home, large and small milk buckets of various types, and the wooden basins used in the cake room have delayed a lot of public work.

"What do you pronounce this word?" Qian Peiying asked, holding the book. The book is the enlightenment literacy book for children given by Lu Pan.

"Spear, the spear of contradictions. Touch it, spear. ”

Touch one, mi, Qian Peiying wrote a note after this word: "miao, spear".

After she finished writing and took a look, she felt that something was wrong, and after reacting, Qian Peiying glared at Song Fusheng, "Ask you, you say it again, don't squeak if you don't ask." What touch a spear, touch a sneer, it's not a seedling, meow, seedling, seconds, seconds. I really can't afford to get in touch with you. ”

Song Fusheng was not convinced, while dipping the leg of the stool, he pouted, he said, touch it, it's a spear. The seedlings are, touch the seedlings.

Qian Peiying corrected the error: "Touch, add it to the cat." m, ao, cat, is also the contradictory spear you said, touch and scream. ”

"Really?" Song Fusheng scratched his head.

Qian Peiying didn't bother to take care of him.

While using the eraser on the pencil tip to rub off the wrong labeling, I thought to myself:

Back then, his father, how did you learn in elementary school? It's no wonder that you use voice when you send WeChat, and you used to make typos when you texted.

And I feel more and more in my heart: It's simply unreasonable.

The worst learner at home, in ancient times, became the most literate person.

But she and her daughter are miserable, and there is no memory of the original body.

The characters of the ancient and Han dynasties are not the same.

Especially the words of this dynasty are very peculiar, and they are really equivalent to learning from scratch word by word.

Isn't it, I think my daughter will be in a hurry to read and write, afraid that the child will be even more anxious to get the book, and afraid that she will find that learning will not be on fire again. Also, let a person who used to be able to read and write, pick up the pen and ask for advice on which word to write, can she not feel uncomfortable.

Qian Peiying thought that she first used a pencil to ask Song Fusheng which word to read, and then marked these words in the book with pinyin. Like the contradictory spear just now, add words to the group and write contradictions, so that the girl can recognize it faster.

By the way, when she was writing pinyin, she also recognized a few words.

When you open your eyes and are blind, you don't feel it, you don't feel it, you really don't know how to read, and that feeling is too uncomfortable.

"What do you think of this word?"

Song Fusheng glanced at it: "Pardon, amnesty for the world." ”

"Hehehe, belch, her father, it's really rare. Ancient you will write, modern pardon will not write? I doubt that you will be able to distinguish between Hao and Forgiveness. ”

Song Fusheng sighed, how could this still bring people to the buried: "I can't do it in modern times, I can do it here, I can export it." Daughter-in-law, do you know what this is called? It's called fate. ”

While working, the two of them knew how to read, and they giggled and laughed.

In the end, the two of them, one with a book under his arm, locked the door, and the other held a freshly baked kang table and waited for his daughter-in-law on the side. The two of them went home together, washed their faces and burned their feet in the dark, went to the kang in the dark, drank water in the dark, and ate calcium tablets together.

In the bed, Song Fusheng kicked his daughter-in-law with his foot, unwilling to let his daughter-in-law sleep with his back to him.

At the same time, in Fengtian City, there is a couple who have a better relationship than Song Fusheng and Qian Peiying, and they are talking at night.

It can be seen that the decisive factor that determines the feelings of husband and wife may not be the feelings of feudal ancient people, but the feelings of modern people who are equal are good.

Qi House.

Qi Dongming asked: "The third family is chewing their tongues again?" I found that the third child was really not cleaned up, and he couldn't even manage a woman's house. The third family is also the same, she has suffered a lot of trouble in her own yard, and her hand is still very long. ”

Qi Dongming, Lu Pan's third brother-in-law, is currently in charge of the chief soldier in charge of raiding the house. None of the ministers welcomed his indifference to his house.

Lu Zhiwan sat up, "Our yard is so big, there will always be some news coming out." I met the dowry shop and the stewards of the Zhuangzi, and they knew that I had lost money. I should have said something in front of my mother-in-law. Husband, am I really not good at business? ”

", you're not in the right time, it's not time for you to show what you're capable of. Besides, what if we lose it, we are happy, and we didn't pay their money. ”

Lu Zhiwan said, you only understand one thing, it's really not a matter of money, but the husband doesn't understand the second, what I can't bear is that I have no face, no face.

It's as if she is not good at business, and she is the eldest daughter-in-law, and she will become the wife of the family in the future and can defeat the Qi Mansion.

Therefore, if you are not bad money, you are not bad money, and it is really uncomfortable to be laughed at behind your back, and what to lose.

Even Bi Tao next to him said, Miss, let's rent out the shop, don't do business by yourself, do the same loss, how safe it is to collect rent.

If it was rent collection in the first place, it would have been like that.

But now, she poured the sea, and the sea sank. Pour porcelain, what a beautiful ceramic bottle and dishes, why no one buys it, she really doesn't believe in that evil.