, the fastest update of the latest chapter of the pet farmer little girl! An Ronghe is a good child, every time he comes to An Xiu'er, in addition to letting her teach her to recognize Braille, he also helps her work together, the two of them serve the vegetable field together, clean the yard together, chat while working, and there is a lot of laughter and laughter in the small courtyard.

Every time after doing housework, when An Xiuer embroidered, he practiced calligraphy in the hall, An Xiuer cooked, and he helped An Xiuer to light the fire, although he didn't feel lonely on weekdays, but with one more child by his side, An Xiuer felt that it was also very good.

Two days ago, she embroidered to earn some money, when she went to the town, she also went to the bookstore, planning to buy a few books for An Ronghe, he wasted his studies, the owner of the bookstore asked An Ronghe about the situation, recommended a set of books to her, what "The Mean", "University" and so on, the bookstore owner said that these books are to be tested in the future, very suitable for their students.

An Xiuer also wanted to buy it, but when she asked the price, she was a little embarrassed, each book costs dozens of yuan, she can not spend much, only a few dozens, every time she earns money, half of it is used to buy things, half of it is saved, and she plans to use it to build a house in the future, or do other urgent purposes.

After thinking about it, she only picked one of them, with a nice name, called "The Book of Songs".

An Ronghe was also very happy to get this new book, and couldn't wait to read it, but it was cool to buy a book, and he went to the execution ground to teach, An Ronghe had only read for more than a year after all, and he didn't know many words.

What impressed her the most was "The Female Ring", which she was familiar with, and she remembered the words clearly, but this is the Book of Poetry, chewing the words, she clearly knows some words, put them in this Book of Poetry, but it takes a long time to remember.

But now that there is no master, An Ronghe doesn't know, he can only come to ask An Xiu'er, so for a few days, An Xiu'er has a little big head, every time she picks up a needle to embroider, she doesn't embroider a few stitches, and she hears An Ronghe calling her there:

"Auntie, how do you pronounce this word?"

An Xiu'er put down the needle and thread, made a helpless expression on the side, turned her face and smiled at An Ronghe, and asked very kindly, "Which word?" ”

"This." An Ronghe handed the book to An Xiu'er and pointed to one of the poems.

She knew the first few words of "Peach, its leaf ......", and she always felt that she had seen the last two words, but her mind was spinning, but she couldn't think about it, An Ronghe didn't urge, she only looked at her with wide eyes, and her eyes were like black gems, An Xiu'er finally remembered and said, "I know, it's its Ye Qinqin." ”

"The peach is dying, and its leaves are Qin Qin." An Ronghe took the book and read these two poems, An Xiu'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, this academy teaches, and pays attention to the meaning of reading a hundred times, otherwise if her nephew asks her what this sentence means, she will be blind.

As soon as Zhang Zhenan walked to the door, he heard An Ronghe studying, the little boy's voice was very crisp, listening to it in his ears, it made people inexplicably happy, like listening to a good song, however, what the hell is this Ye Qinqin?

Zhang Zhen'an entered the house, passed by him, and couldn't help asking, "Ronghe, what are you reading?" ”

"Uncle, you're back." When An Ronghe saw Zhang Zhen'an, he raised his head to greet him and replied, "I'm reciting poetry." ”

"What poems to read?" Zhang Zhenan asked casually.

An Ronghe handed over the book and said, "Uncle, look." ”

He stretched out his hand to take the book, but An Xiu'er beat him with his hand and said, "You have mud on your hands, don't stain Ronghe's book." ”

Zhang Zhen'an's hand was in the air, he looked down, he washed his hands and feet before he went home, and there was no mud in his hands.

As if to understand what he was thinking, An Xiu'er said again: "There is no mud, and you also have a fishy smell on your hands." ”

"I ......" Zhang Zhenan was speechless, he felt An Xiu'er's disappointment, and was a little stunned, but fortunately An Ronghe handed over the book at this time and said, "Uncle, look, this is the one." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Tao Yao." The corners of Zhang Zhen'an's mouth rose slightly, as if he had thought of something happy, An Ronghe looked up at him, and felt that he was a little different from usual, and when he smiled, his whole face was much more vivid.

"What do you see me doing?" Zhang Zhenan stretched out his hand and patted his head naturally, An Ronghe shrank his head, and said in his heart: Uncle is actually not fierce, and he is the same as others.

"Read it to me." Suddenly, a voice came from his head.

"Yes." Because he wanted to review, An Ronghe seemed to be encouraged, and shook his head with the book and read it, "The peach is dying, scorching its flower, the son is returning, the family is suitable for his family, the peach is dying, there is a shell, the son is returning......"

"Ahem!" Zhang Zhenan heard him read the wrong words, and wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of hurting the child's self-esteem, so he only turned the laughter into a cough, which almost choked him, An Ronghe saw this, and instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he put down the book and asked, "Uncle, did I read it wrong?" ”

"Who taught you this? What a mistake! Zhang Zhen'an reprimanded, indignant in his heart, feeling that Gu Linlang was in vain, he didn't notice that An Xiu'er's face was already a little angry, only pointed out this mistake, and said to An Ronghe: "This thought, in fact, means fruitful." ”

"Uncle, you are really knowledgeable." An Ronghe only knows how to read, and no one has ever told him anything about it, but he thinks it's funny when he hears Zhang Zhenan say this.

An Xiu'er on the side always thought that Zhang Zhenan was illiterate, but now when she heard him say this, she was only glad that she didn't say anything just now, otherwise she was really sorry for him, but she became the kind of person who mistook people's children, and she really felt panicked on her face.

An Ronghe continued to read, and Zhang Zhenan pointed out another mistake: "Here is its leaves are verdant, which means lush green leaves." ”

"It turns out that my uncle is so knowledgeable." After listening to Zhang Zhenan point out the mistakes in his poem, he looked at Zhang Zhenan and was already a little star in his eyes, and said, "Uncle, can you read it to me?" In the past, the Master would take us to read it twice. ”

"Xianggong, you read it to Ronghe twice, and I'll cook for you." An Xiu'er put down the one in her hand, walked over to make him tea, and untied the fish basket around his waist, Zhang Zhen'an saw her behaving like this, and said with a smile, "You're not afraid that my fishy smell will stain the book now?" ”

"No, Xianggong, you don't remember the villain, forgive me for saying something unscrupulous just now." An Xiu'er raised her eyes and smiled, took the fish basket and went to the backyard, Zhang Zhenan naturally didn't blame her, when she looked back and saw An Ronghe holding the book, he didn't answer him, he pushed his hand lightly, and read it with confidence.

"The peach is dying, scorching its ......"

Although he is not the kind of warm and hearty voice, but also low and magnetic, reading the poems are correct and round, the voice is rich, listening to the ears of An Ronghe, I only feel like a towering tree, stretching branches and leaves at will, only attracting people's hearts.

After Zhang Zhen'an finished reading, he immediately applauded, "Uncle, you read it so well, your official language is really standard." ”

The crisp applause accompanied by the crisp and immature voice, sincere praise and worship, made Zhang Zhenan also feel that his old face was red, and he only coughed and asked, "Ronghe, are you all about it?" ”

"Uh-huh." An Ronghe nodded, and shook his head again, although his words had some dialect tones, which were not as beautiful as Zhang Zhen'an's standard pronunciation, but compared to before, it was much better.

After reading the poem, An Rong looked at him with blank eyes, Zhang Zhenan saw that he was waiting for him to comment, and he couldn't bear to disappoint him, so he also pointed out two sentences casually, and said: "You read it very well, but the official language is not very standard." ”

"Hmm." Hearing this, An Ronghe's little head drooped, thought about it, and then raised his head and asked, "I will talk to my uncle in the future, can I talk in official language?" ”

The dialect of Qingshui Village is mostly similar to the official dialect, but the tone is different, Zhang Zhen'an's fluent dialect was actually learned after coming to Qingshui Village, he likes to follow the local customs, but since it was his nephew's request, he still agreed: "Of course you can." ”

"Thank you, uncle." An Ronghe laughed, a little face was sunny, the more he looked at Zhang Zhen'an now, the more he liked it, although he still had that face, but he felt that he was so powerful, much more powerful than the second uncle in the family.

"What do you two say?" An Xiu'er walked over, she didn't expect Zhang Zhen'an, who was not good at words, to have a good conversation with An Ronghe.

"I said that when I talk to my uncle in the future, I will talk in official dialect, so that when I go to the county seat, I will not be laughed at by others." An Ronghe is very happy, there are not many people in Qingshui Village who can speak official language.

"You and I can also speak in official language." An Xiu'er changed her tone, An Ronghe's eyes lit up, and said, "Auntie, you can even speak official words, it's so powerful." ”

"Of course, your uncle is so powerful, I naturally can't be too bad." An Xiu'er smiled, she originally thought that her official words in the dream school were useless, but she didn't expect it to have some effect, it was not bad to bluff the child, looking at An Ronghe with a look of adoration, she felt a little proud in her heart.

But when she was proud, An Ronghe poured a basin of cold water on her, he came over and pulled her sleeve and said, "Auntie, come here, let me tell you, the two words you just taught me are wrong, and they should be pronounced like this." ”

An Xiu'er blushed, and she almost didn't dare to look at Zhang Zhen'an in shame, but knowing her mistakes can improve a lot, and she couldn't show her timidity in front of children, so she just pretended to be generous and said: "I know, so I taught you before, you can ask your uncle, in case I teach it wrong, you can change it, oh, by the way, I'm still cooking in the pot, I'll go see the fire." ”

After saying that, she took a broken step and left almost as if she were running away.