"One gets one, one two gets two, two gets four..... Ninety-nine-eighty-one. A childish voice came from the study.

Shiro sat at his desk, his little hands behind his back, and he was reciting with his eyes closed and shaking his head.

"Dang!" With a bang, Song Qingyuan picked up the ring ruler and knocked on the desk in front of Shiro.

Shiro opened his eyes blankly, "Sister, what's wrong?" ”

Song Qingyuan pinched Shiro's little face, "Don't shake your head!" Her head was dizzy.

Shiro showed an aggrieved look, "But when Brother Da Lang endorsed it, he carried it like this." When my uncle taught me to read, he was also shaking like this. ”

Isn't his method the right one? Shiro looked at Song Qingyuan inquiringly.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "Do you see the third brother shaking?" ”

Shiro shook his head, "The third brother doesn't shake, the third brother said that he would get dizzy when he shook his head." ”

"That's right...... Shaking the head is the tradition of the big house, and we don't shake the second room. Song Qingyuan casually broke it down.

"Oh!" Shiro nodded as if he didn't understand, "I'm from the second room, so I won't shake it in the future." ”

Rubbing his face, Shiro said pitifully, "Sister, the study is too cold, can I wait for the weather to warm up and study?" ”

Shiro's watery little eyes looked at Song Qingyuan expectantly.

Song Qingyuan clasped his hands together, snorted twice, and covered Shiro's face.

Shiro's face was frozen, Song Qingyuan covered it for a while, and then rubbed Shiro's little hands.

The corners of the eyes swept over the grinding that had just been ground for a short time and solidified.

Song Qingyuan sighed lowly, the weather is getting colder and colder, and there is no kang in the study, so you can't burn the fire, and it is easy to catch a cold when studying here.

"That's all for today, I'll ask my second brother to buy a charcoal pot another day and come back, we're studying." Song Qingyuan Road.

With a charcoal basin and burning charcoal, the study can be much better.

"Huh? Still learning! Shiro wrinkled his little face and rolled his eyes, "Sister, carbon is precious...... We're not a big family, we have to learn to live, or don't buy it......"

"Hehe......" Song Qingyuan shook his head with a smile, and hit Shiro on the head with a violent shudder, "You don't have to worry about money, with that little cleverness, if you use it for studying, you will definitely be able to take the test." ”

"When the time comes, I can also give my father and mother a face!" Song Qingyuan thought about it, Shiro will be seven years old in the next year, whether to send Shiro to a private school.

There is a gentleman in the private school, and there is a Mengtong to study together, which must be better than her teaching.

Song Qingyuan doesn't ask Shiro to read anything famous, but at least he must be knowledgeable and educated, and the sentence of reading and enlightening his wisdom is not in vain.

What's more, Shinong industry and commerce, studying for the imperial examination, and achieving fame were indeed the best way out in ancient times.

With Song Qingyuan's permission, Shiro ran out in a hurry, but Song Chengzhong walked in, "Yuan'er, what was Shiro carrying just now?" Sounds interesting. ”

Yes? Song Qingyuan looked confused, ninety-nine multiplication table, isn't there still one in this era?

Song Qingyuan didn't know much about the history of the ninety-nine multiplication table, especially in this overhead dynasty.

After tapping his fingers lightly twice, Song Qingyuan said, "This is called the Ninety-Nine Multiplication Table." The last time I went to the bookstore, I saw it in a miscellaneous book. ”

"I thought it would help with mental arithmetic, so I wrote it down and gave it to Shiro." Song Qingyuan explained.

"Oh!" Song Chengzhong sighed, the things in the miscellaneous science are indeed strange, and there are many very practical, and Song Chengzhong himself has seen a lot.

didn't bother too much, so he said, "Yuan'er, you give me a copy of this, and I'll go to the private school to teach, I think this Mengtong school is particularly suitable." ”

"yes, okay!" Song Qingyuan responded happily and began to grind the ink.

Although Song Chengzhong is a scumbag, he is serious and responsible for his students, and he has the demeanor of a teacher.

Last time, in order to stimulate Shiro's interest in learning, Song Qingyuan deliberately made a small manual for reading pictures and literacy.

After being seen by Song Chengzhong, he borrowed it and used it on Mengtong in the private school, and it was also because of this incident that Song Qingyuan's impression of Song Chengzhong improved a little bit.

After grinding the ink, Song Qingyuan took out the rice paper, spread it on the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

Song Qingyuan's calligraphy was practiced according to Lu Mingxuan's calligraphy, and he put a lot of effort into it, and the results were also remarkable.

Although it is not pretty, the handwriting is absolutely neat, compared to the previous dog-like handwriting, it is simply a world of difference.

The next time you make a note, you don't have to worry about making a fool of yourself, Song Qingyuan thought secretly.

After a while, the ninety-nine multiplication table was written, Song Qingyuan handed it to Song Chengzhong, and he went out of the study.

As soon as I looked up, I happened to bump into Song Qinglian who went to the upper room.

Song Qinglian raised her head arrogantly and gave Song Qingyuan a smile.

Song Qingyuan's eyes swept over the fur collar around Song Qinglian's neck, and he knew it in his heart.

Song Qinglian was afraid that she knew about her sending rabbit skins.

Two rabbit skins for a smiley face, this transaction is a bit of a loss. Song Qingyuan shook his head and smiled, and went back to the second room.

............

In the second room.

Li Shi was concentrating on making the leather horse clip, and he saw that it was about to be done.

Song Qingyuan sat down, compared his hand, estimated the size, and said secretly in his heart; This horse clip, it is estimated that the Li family will not be able to wear it, unless it is worn openly.

However, with the Li family's personality, Song Qingyuan guessed that the Li family could do this kind of thing.

"Mother, let's halve the amount of food in the future, so that you can lose weight......" Song Qingyuan suggested.

Since the Song family's dried vegetables made money, the Song family's food has also improved, and meat can be seen every once in a while, and the staple food has changed from cornmeal to white flour.

Under these circumstances, Lee's meal volume continued to increase.

In this way, let alone losing weight, it is not a problem to gain ten or twenty pounds.

"Yuan'er, you dislike your mother...... Li Shi blinked, "My mother made up for it when she was tired from working before." ”

When I dried the vegetables before, it was very tiring, and Li's arms couldn't lift the vegetables to cut them, and Song Qingyuan had to massage them every night.

But when was that?

"Mother, it's been so long, you should make it back." Song Qingyuan said, "If it goes on like this, when will your leather horse clip be worn." ”

Li's eyes fell on the horse clip in his hand, a look of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and relentlessly, "Then, I won't eat today's dinner." ”

Song Qingyuan sighed, what is the use of not eating a meal.

"It's not that you don't eat, it's that you eat less at every meal, eat less and exercise more." Song Qingyuan patted Li's shoulder, "Mother, come on, you can do it." ”

............

Today it was the turn of the second room to cook, and the old lady decided to eat dumplings, so Li made a fire in the kitchen and added water.

Song Qingyuan moved the stool and lay on the side of the tank to pick up dumplings.

The dumplings are round, yellow, and many of them are glued together, and the frozen bars are hard.

Song Qingyuan counted the number of people in the family, and picked up the dumplings according to the amount of food per person.

"Yuan'er, you pick it up and I'll help you bring it over." Song Qingmo walked over and said.

"Hey!" Song Qingyuan handed the small basin in his hand to Song Qingmo.

The door of the courtyard was pushed open, and Song Qingyuan stood on the stool and looked over.

It turned out that Old Man Song was back, and he was followed by Da Lang.

At this point in time, the school hasn't finished yet, how can the old man come back with Da Lang?