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Yan Shunhua yawned a little, opened her eyes, and unsurprisingly found that she was carried to the study again.

It was raining lightly outside, and Yan Shengguo was writing something in front of his desk, looking out the window from time to time, frowning slightly.

The courtyard was very quiet, she turned over and sat up, called out to her father softly, and then put on her skirt, put on her coat, and put on the little hat that Yan Daya specially made for her.

"Awake?"

Yan Shengguo turned around and saw that she was dressed as always, and nodded.

Yan Shunhua finished washing in the cubicle familiarly, tied her hair up casually, and then came out slowly, took the breakfast in the hot tub, and ate it.

It's mid-September, and every household in every village is busy with the autumn harvest.

I don't know if it was because the cold was too bad or the soul was too bizarre, Yan Shunhua was seriously ill, and lay in bed for ten days before he felt dizzy and his body regained some strength.

Although she had moved around as usual, Yan Liushi refused to let her out this time. As soon as she revealed the slightest thought of going out, the woman who loved her daughter would cry silently.

There was no way, she could only stay at home patiently, and she didn't even go out to see the big flowers once.

What made her feel extremely helpless was that even if she stayed at home obediently, Yan Liushi didn't worry about her being alone in a room.

No, three days ago, when the young adults of the Yan family, plus women and half-grown children, all went out for the autumn harvest, Yan Shunhua was shocked to find that Yan Liu's family and Yan Daya's mother and daughter arrived at her room before dawn and hugged her to the ground.

At that time, she was sleeping in a daze, and although she was alert, she didn't pay much attention to the voices of the two of them, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Until she woke up from a drowsy mood and found that she had changed places, a man with a tiger's back was half-leaning on the recliner reading a book, and her jaw was about to fall off.

The first reaction was where did the strange Shu millet come from?

The second reaction was to reach for the pillow and try to defend himself with a dagger.

She grabbed the air, and in a fit of nervousness, she picked up the pillow and threw it on the side of the man's face......

Yan Shunhua remembered the incredulous expression on his father's face at that time, and felt a little weak, and always felt like he was caught red-handed.

After all, what kind of temperament is his genuine daughter Yan Xiaoya, as a father, even if he neglects to understand, he has a bit of a spectrum in his heart.

She swept away all the breakfast she had left for her, and felt a small burp on her bulging belly.

At that time, Yan Shengguo was indeed a little puzzled, but a big man, as long as there was no solid evidence, he would not do anything to her.

What's more, because of his neglect of discipline in the past, he is now very guilty about several children, and he didn't think that his daughter might have changed her core.

He just took it for granted that his daughter had been frightened too much recently, and now she was used to her father's company, so she revealed the child's heart that should have been revealed.

Besides, what's wrong with throwing a pillow?

When he was young, he skinned up, followed his eldest brother, picked up the clothes pole and dared to fight with his peers in the village, his nose and face were swollen, and he often had a broken head and blood, and his body was full of colors before he went home.

At that time, his father punished him, but he never scolded his brothers before and after others. In private, he will comfort his mother, let her say less and shed fewer tears.

"The children of our Lao Yan family, whether male or female, should be a little more honest. It doesn't matter if they do bad things or good things, as long as they dare to do it, they don't seek money and kill their lives, and they don't rebel against the country, they are heroes, and I, Yan Zhongming, will only be happy in my heart. ”

This is what his eldest brother Yan Shengbang overheard and told him.

Since then, the two brothers have been fighting with outsiders, but each time they don't do it first. Even if you do it, you will settle things and clean yourself up, and then you will go home calmly......

Yan Shengguo retracted his wandering thoughts, and when he saw that the young girl was looking at him with black and white eyes, he couldn't help but blush.

It's a wonderful experience to wander in front of a child or something. He never thought that there would be such a day.

"This is the word 'rice', the rice of rice. ”

Yan Shunhua read it twice, and then went to see him, and the bright eyes made Yan Shengguo's scalp numb instantly.

No wonder Li Yue said that his daughter's memory is probably extraordinary, he has only been teaching for three days, and she has already memorized "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Character Text" backwards, and she can recognize them all correctly.

Although some characters with more strokes cannot be written, there are also characters that can be drawn crookedly.

If it weren't for the ghostly handwriting, I'm afraid he would have thought that she was a Wenqu star in the sky who descended to earth and was reincarnated in his four rooms.

"This is the word 'sickle' for 'sickle'. ”

As he spoke, he wrote it down cleanly with his pen, and when he was done, he sketched a few strokes and drew a small simple drawing of a sickle.

Yan Shunhua looked at it and nodded secretly.

I have to say that although Yan Shengguo did not gain fame, his original study foundation was still good.

In addition, in the past ten years, he has been discouraged by the unexpected death of his eldest brother, and all his free time during the period of staying at home has almost been consumed in books.

Yan Shunhua loves to read books very much, without him, because books can not only soothe people's hearts, but also kill a lot of free time.

It's just that she used to read simplified Chinese characters and didn't know much about ancient Chinese, so it took a lot of effort to learn traditional Chinese characters.

However, even if she has a good memory and has no problem understanding and writing correctly, it is still a big problem for her, who has never written calligraphy, how to write beautifully.

Calligraphy always takes time.

She writes carefully stroke by stroke, occasionally stopping to look at it, and then continuing to practice.

The meticulous appearance of burying his head in hard work with a small face made Yan Shengguo feel both proud and a little gloomy.

This is probably the child who likes to read the most in the fourth room and is also the most talented on this road.

How nice it would be to be a son.

Even if he is ruthless now, most of the eldest son will be like that.

Yan Zhaoming has worked hard in studying since he was a child, but his grades are mediocre, and he also has a lot of strength in farming, but he has nothing to show for himself.

In hunting, through his oral teaching, he learned a little fur, but the kung fu of planing wood and making objects was so-so, but it was a pity that the woman he married back could not run the house.

The eldest daughter, seeing that she is about to get married, even if he wants to teach, he doesn't know where to start. It's better to let your wife take it, so that you can better participate in family affairs, marry a proper person in the future, and be able to live with Hemeimei for a lifetime.

As for the second daughter.

Thinking of Yan Erya, Yan Shengguo had a headache, this child who is crazy like a boy all day long, he must be taught, but now he is a little clueless.

Even if she looks like a boy, she Yan Erya is always a girl's family, and she really wants to be ruthless, he's really ruthless as a father, so don't mention it.

He glanced at Yan Shunhua again, shook his head silently, and sighed in his heart.

How nice it would be to be a son.