Qian Peiying came to the conference room deliberately and looked inside.

Don't get me wrong, she didn't come to see Mi Shou in class.

She came to see how her man taught.

Her family, the old Song, is teaching the children to read seriously.

Although I have told myself this thousands of times, it is normal for people to be children and have memories, but every time I think about it, I feel that it is so mysterious.

Therefore, Qian Peiying specially came to take a look, what is it like for her husband to become a "cultural person".

"Mother, what are you doing?"

"Hello, scare me, where did you jump out?"

"You're still scaring me, why are you poking your fingers at the window paper, you want to see my father? Then you can't destroy public property, one is quite expensive, and if you poke it, you have to paste it again. ”

Qian Peiying was a little embarrassed when her daughter saw through it.

It's not that the window paper is opaque and can't be seen, if it's like modern glass, who would be willing to poke the paper.

"Mother, if you want to take a look at him, I have a way. Come, come with me, I remember that one of the door panels was loose, and if you moved it, it would reveal the cracks. ”

In the sound of the children reading aloud, Qian Peiying looked in while picking up the door panel, and whispered without looking back: "You are also here to see your father?" ”

"Ah, I can't imagine him teaching."

What is it?

In Qian Peiying's eyes:

Mom, don't say it, her old Song Bubai entered the house to change her clothes.

At that time, I had just finished my work, went into the house to wash, and deliberately changed into a robe.

She didn't understand and asked, what are you doing with it, and you have to continue working after class in a while. Take it off, change it off, catch up with it's not that you have to wash hard.

Lao Song said: "What needs to be changed, teaching and educating people, there must be a sense of ceremony." At least I can't make Mi Shou think that I'm still his uncle, so can I teach it well? Can he be obedient? ”

At this time, you look again, Lao Song is wearing a cyan robe, wearing a square scarf on his head, standing at the children's desk, holding a ring ruler in his hand, and reading in a magnetic voice, up and down, the book is full of anger, don't you say, it's really different from usual.

Hehe, hey, pretty handsome.

"Show me, mother," Song Fuling squeezed forward, and after a glance, she covered her mouth and couldn't hold back a smile: It's so discordant, it's not like her father.

This is an afternoon class.

Song Fusheng's classes are all scheduled in the afternoon and close to evening, and even the time is not certain, because he is busy.

When he was away, he thought about it, and the children would write, recite poems, and memorize, and the temporary little teacher would be replaced by Song Fuling.

This is also the reason why Song Fuling can't study with Mi Shou and them.

Of course, enlightenment books, Song Fuling doesn't need to listen to them, right? How old is she and still enlightened? You can remember it by listening to Mishou's small mouth.

Well, there's a problem here.

That is, after the little babies get up early and eat, they will go to the Wagyu shopkeeper to learn the plan plate and learn arithmetic.

When the sun comes out, practice archery when your eyesight is at your best.

At noon, they were forced to take a nap, or they would have to detain their little red flowers, and the fat girl would use the time to write a book to look at them, not daring to be disobedient.

In the afternoon, I woke up and went to the "Chinese class" again, and it was time to eat two meals.

After dinner, before Grandma Ma and her pink flower team all came back, they had to help the fat girl make a sand table, which was called a handicraft class.

It is said that it is a handicraft class, and it will not stop in the future, even if the sand table is completed in the future, it will have to go on for a long time.

It's just that in the future, it may be to help fold cake box paper, help go up the mountain to pick mushrooms in spring, pick colored wild fruits to dry, and so on.

So the question is, when to play?

Wake up early, or in the evening.

Grandpa Song told the little children:

"Don't you want to go wild on the ice? OK.

Early in the morning or at night, our family will have uncles and uncles and your father every day, go to the ice to get up early in the morning and smash the ice holes to catch fish.

lest you go mad and ignore your head, and fall your head on the ice, and we don't know it. ”

A little baby proposed: "I can't get up in the morning, it's cold." ”

Grandpa Song: "Then there is no trick, then you can only lie in the warm quilt and study the book, and learn it for the first day, so you are also in it." ”

The little babies were topped, and they didn't hit: "......"

Qian Mishou was not discouraged, and found that his companions were silent, so he continued to say: "I don't hit in the morning, and I don't hit in the evening." It's dark at night, playing, and you can't see it? Can't you change the hour? Squeeze it, and there you have it. ”

Grandpa Song: "Why can't you see it?" There are torches to light up, so don't delay playing, and it just so happens that your uncle and their father are guarding by the side. ”

"With my uncle guarding, can I have a good time?"

Grandpa Song smiled and said, "It's right if you don't play well, how do you want to play well?" ”

These Tao boys, who actually abducted the children in the village, have been able to go far along the ice recently, and the ice balls are rolling with the wrong eyeballs and disappearing.

What is this place, by the mountain.

You say beat it, don't give it up.

With the back of the butt tube, how can you be free.

……

Facts have proved that Song Fusheng judged that he could not be a teacher with due diligence.

Within a few days, the little babies were dumped by him and thrown to his daughter.

It became Song Fuling reading with a book.

It became Song Lingling holding the whip and testing these little babies to recite.

It became Song Poria writing in front of the blackboard, and let the babies below follow the tracing.

One stroke at a time.

Song Fuling sat at the desk in front of her, writing, and from time to time she looked up at the "students" below. ”

What has Song Fusheng been busy with in recent days?

He took Song Fugui and them to wander around the counties and villages.

I've met a lot of friends, at least the next time we meet, they're familiar.

I also went to the grandfather's house that I met on the way to escape from the famine, and came to the door.

Song Fusheng and a few people deliberately brought wine soaked in tiger bones, but the tiger bones were not all sold, so they kept some, brought two jars, brought a foot of wild boar, and brought a six-inch cake made by Song Poria.

Grandfather's wife, as soon as Song Fusheng appeared, he was extremely happy.

The old lady specially introduced to the people in the village outside, this is my family's relative, really relative.

After sitting in the hall and greeting her, the old lady had a sad face and asked Song Fusheng to say, "Help me persuade me." ”

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sick, or I'd have gone to your place a long time ago, we said when we parted last time, and we'll go in a few days." As a result, I turned my head around, no, I fell. When I went to buy a field, I fell on someone's land. The land was not bought, so how unlucky you think. ”

Song Fusheng was led by his grandfather's son and the old lady to the back room.

looked at the grandfather with thin and collapsed eye sockets, and he could guess without lifting the quilt that he should have fallen quite badly.

And once a person falls, especially at such an old age, he needs to lie on the kang for at least three or two months, and he can't get out of the house.

The grandfather's family settled here because they were also facing, facing the situation of "starting from scratch", anxious to make money, the old man was anxious, and the fire became more serious, and the headache and brain fever also followed.