Bluestone Town

Under an old locust tree, Li and Song Qingyuan sat on a straw mat, and Shiro moved a small stool to sit aside.

In front of them was a small square table with a tea set on it.

Next to the tea set, there is a wooden board erected, on which is written to cool off the heat, free tasting, eight big characters.

"On this hot day, you have to come out to set up a stall, find your own guilt, and pull me." Li glanced at Song Qingyuan beside him and couldn't help complaining.

In the past few days, her mother-in-law Ding has not been sold, so she was pulled out by Song Qingyuan.

If it weren't for the stud earrings she promised, she wouldn't have come.

Song Qingyuan lifted his eyelids and ignored Li's complaints.

He took out a book from his crossbody bag, and there were three big characters written on it, "Three Character Classic".

I poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and read it with the three-character scripture.

"This book is expensive, can you read it? Don't break your brother's book. Li looked at Song Qingyuan and said.

In the past two days, her daughter didn't know what to smoke like crazy, so she always ran to San Lang's house.

He also wants to learn to read and write from Saburo.

Song Qingyuan glanced at Li, "This is the book that my third brother used when he was enlightened, and he didn't use it for a long time." ”

"Let's talk about the words above, my third brother has taught me these two days, and I know them all."

Song Qingyuan sighed, she almost became illiterate here.

In this era, traditional Chinese characters are used, and although she can guess seven, seven, eight, eight, or eight, many of them can't write.

In the past two days, she started to learn the three-character scripture, and asked San Lang when she encountered rare words.

After Saburo read it to her a few times, she secretly wrote down the ones she didn't know.

He held a book and a twig on the other and gestured on the ground.

"You are a little girl, what's the use of learning those old words, and you can't get the top prize." Lee continued.

"In order to marry into a good family." Song Qingyuan didn't raise his head.

"Uh..... That's just as well. Li nodded approvingly, "Then you study hard." ”

"The rich and noble families are willing to marry Wen Zou Zou and a daughter-in-law who knows poetry."

"Mother is counting on you to marry a good man......" Li Shimei thought to herself.

Song Qingyuan ignored Li and said to Shiro, "Follow me to read ......"

"At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, Xi is far away. ”

"If you don't teach, sex is migration. The way of teaching is to be specialized. ”

"Xi Mengmu, choose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will be cut off. ”

"Dou Yanshan, there is a righteous side. Teach five sons, and be famous. ”

"Today, we will learn these four sentences first, and I will test you when I go back, and I will memorize them all and there will be rewards." Song Qingyuan said.

"What's the reward?" Shiro asked, narrowing his small eyes.

"Sugar Man." Song Qingyuan said casually.

"Uh-huh." Shiro's happy little brain melon straightened.

"I'll explain the first sentence to you first."

"When people are born, their temperament is good."

"The nature is also similar, but the environment in which they are acquired is different, and the education they receive is different."

"It's the habits of each other that form a huge gap."

Song Qingyuan's crisp voice spread far away with Shiro's children's voice.

Pedestrians passing by, looking at this place from a distance, were attracted by the scene of the child learning.

Song Qingyuan took the trouble to teach over and over again.

After teaching it a few times, Shiro couldn't sit still a little and began to wander.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "I'll tell you a story......

As soon as Shiro heard this, his eyes lit up, and he came to his senses, "Okay, I want to listen to the story." ”

Listening to a story is much more interesting than memorizing.

"The story I'm going to tell today is called the Three Migrations of Meng's Mother."

"Once upon a time there was a man named Mencius, and when Mencius was a child, he lived very close to the cemetery......"

Before Song Qingyuan's story was finished, a man in his forties came.

Wearing a straight satin coat, he listened to Song Qingyuan's story with a light smile.

"Does this uncle have a cup of tea?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"It's too hot, I see that you write here that it's cool and relieve the heat, so I'll come over and have a drink." The man said.

"Shiro!" Song Qingyuan gave Shiro a look.

Shiro immediately understood, and put the small stool he made in front of the man.

"Uncle, please be seated!" Song Qingyuan waved his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Then he picked up the small teacup, poured out a cup of tea, and handed it to the man.

"Uncle, try it."

The man picked up the teacup, took a sip lightly, and savored it, it was a little sweet, and there was a faint coolness.

"It does have a refreshing taste when you drink it, which is good." The man said.

"It's hot in summer, and drinking a cup of herbal tea makes people feel a lot of energy."

"If the uncle thinks it's good, buy a bag and go back to drink."

Song Qingyuan took the back basket beside him and took out a few small paper bags from it.

The man was handed a packet, and some were placed on the foot of the table.

"How did you sell it?" The man asked.

"Two pennies a pack."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to drink such a small bag for long, right?" The man pinched the palm-sized bag.

Song Qingyuan chuckled, "It depends on how the uncle drinks, there are many people in the family." ”

"Such a small packet can make three pots."

The man thought about it, a pack of three pots, on such a hot day, he himself had to get one pack a day.

"Then give me ten packs first." It's not expensive anyway.

As he spoke, he handed over the twenty yuan, and Song Qingyuan put the money into his crossbody bag.

Nine packets were counted out of the back basket, and together with the one in the man's hand, there were exactly ten packets.

After the man left, as soon as Song Qingyuan turned his head, he saw Li staring at her crossbody bag upright.

"Yuan'er......" Li rubbed his hands and said with a wry smile, "You have earned this old money all of a sudden." ”

"Can you ......?"

"Can't!" Song Qingyuan decisively refused.

"I haven't said anything yet, why don't you say you can't!" Li glared at Song Qingyuan.

"Whatever it is, it can't." Anyway, it's probably not a good thing.

"I asked you a long time ago what you were doing picking chrysanthemums, but you still didn't tell ......me," Li said with a snort, with a look of envy in his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you, make tea!" Song Qingyuan Road.

"You only said to make tea and drink it, and you didn't say that you could sell it for money!" Lee pouted.

"I can make tea and drink it, and of course I can sell it for money, do I still need to say this?" Song Qingyuan said with an innocent face.

"On this hot day, I'll accompany you out, and you won't give me any benefits."

"Shiro still has a bad cake to eat." Li looked at Song Qingyuan aggrievedly.

Song Qingyuan smiled helplessly, her mother is not with her now.

Because her mother learned to pretend to be pitiful.

"Didn't I have to save up to buy you studs?"

"Besides, I have to hand over the money to my grandmother after selling it." Song Qingyuan Road.

"How much are you going to give your milk?" Li stared at Song Qingyuan.

"Half......" Song Qingyuan blurted out.

Li pouted, "I don't believe you'll be so sincere......"

Just when Li and Song Qingyuan were talking, it was just the time for the school to get out of school.

Saburo walked over from a distance, followed by a group of people.

"Mother, Yuan'er, Shiro." Saburo shouted.

"Third brother, this is ......" Song Qingyuan looked at the large group of people behind San Lang and said in surprise.