"My mom told me I was going to kindergarten in September."

Hearing him suddenly say this, Meng Yufan was a little stunned, the male god is only more than two years old and is going to kindergarten?

But after thinking about it again, according to the age of the previous life, the male god should have gone to kindergarten in the same year as her, otherwise, how could they be classmates?

"But aren't you only two years old? Isn't it necessary to be three years old to enter kindergarten? ”

Meng Yufan snapped his fingers and said word by word.

If the male god learns earlier than her, then won't she be classmates with the male god?

"My mother said that I should go to an early education class for one year first, and then go to a small class."

Listening to his explanation, Meng Yufan understood what was going on.

Early education class is what they say here, that is, a kind of learning class that children take before going to kindergarten, which can help children develop the habit of concentration in advance to better adapt to the rhythm of school.

The little hands began to pick up unconsciously in front of her, which was a sign of her thinking about things or when she was nervous.

Seeing her small movements, Zhu Wenjie's child turned the page in front of the "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to go to the early education class?" ”

Hearing her ask, Meng Yufan shook his head, according to the trajectory of her previous life, she should have gone to kindergarten directly at the age of three and elementary school at the age of six, so there is no such thing as preschool.

And in their village, parents do not have the habit of letting their children go to early education.

"I shouldn't be able to do it, my parents still have to look at the store, and I guess they don't have time to send me there."

Meng Yufan said truthfully, and her parents don't want to be like the parents of the male god, they are engaged in the education industry and have a professional concept of children's education, so her parents probably can't think of this layer.

Hearing this, Zhu Wenjie's hand flipping through the book paused, "When my mother went to buy things these two times, she said that she didn't see your forehead." ”

Meng Yufan didn't know why the topic suddenly came to this point, but he still said truthfully, "Well, it's too cold in this short time, so my mother didn't let me go out, nor did I go to the store, did you go to my store to buy something?" ”

Meng Yufan leaned over and asked, isn't there any other commissary in Zhujia Village?

Do you deliberately run so far in the winter?

Seeing her little face getting closer and deeper, Zhu Wenjie's child calmly pushed her back, and then said, "My mother ordered milk for me in your store." ”

The subtext is that you need to go over and get milk.

Meng Yufan was not very surprised by this, she had also heard her mother and grandmother talk about it, and the milk in the store seemed to be quite popular.

"Grandma said that the cow's mother is pregnant, so it may not be able to drink milk for long, but it will be born in April this year."

Meng Yufan blinked, and there was a hint of surprise in his words.

The little cow is definitely cuter.

If she wants to say that the most well-behaved and docile of these animals in her family, it must be the gentle and gentle cow mother.

The mother cow gave birth in April this year, and as she approaches the farrowing period, the milk production will slowly decline, and although her food ration will not be affected, the milk supply in the store may have to be cut off for a while.

Zhu Wenjie's child doesn't mind this, he doesn't like the fishy smell of milk, if it weren't for the special effect of milk, he wouldn't force himself to drink it every day.

"Okay, do you want to listen to ancient poems today, or read ancient poems?"

Zhu Wenjie's children closed the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in their hands. He asked her earnestly.

He knew that he was one year older than his sister, so if he wanted to go to school with his sister, his sister would have to learn a lot of things in advance, which was the main reason why he persevered in teaching his sister to memorize ancient poems.

Meng Yufan found that he was reborn once, but he still couldn't get rid of the fate of being a student.

It was not easy to take a break for two years, but it turned out to be such an iron-faced and selfless little teacher.

"Don't you learn ancient poetry today, do you, tell stories?"

Looking at his pitch-black pupils, Meng Yufan's voice began to get smaller and smaller.

Please, even if she died young in her last life, she didn't even forget the ancient poems in elementary school, so it was very painful to be forced to learn what she knew~

Zhu Wenjie's children knew that her sister didn't seem to like learning ancient poems very much, she preferred to listen to stories, and often fell asleep after listening to them.

"No, last time and last time it was storytelling."

He said very selflessly.

Hearing his words, Meng Yufan knew that there was no negotiation this time.

Eyes motioned to him, and you can start your show.

Zhu Wenjie's children were like little adults, and seriously opened the first half of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", although he often reads it, but the book is still very new.

Meng Yufan watched him flip from the back to the front, and subconsciously asked, "Have you memorized all the things in front?" ”

Otherwise, what do you look at just now are the ancient poems in the back?

Hearing her ask, Zhu Wenjie's child nodded while rummaging through her progress in reciting ancient poems last time.

Meng Yufan looked at the book that was five or six centimeters long and fell into silence.

He's only two years old, so he's a little against the sky!

I don't know, do you think he's the son of luck?

I thought that after I was reborn once, I would definitely be able to crush him, but now it seems that it is not necessarily true.

Immediately, a sense of crisis was set off in my heart, and most of the emotions that I laughed at just now disappeared.

She didn't memorize all of this "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

As everyone knows, what she doesn't know is that the person sitting opposite her is also an out-and-out son of luck.

And he has fallen off the horse, and the people's vests are still well covered.

Zhu Wenjie has a learning power system in his life, so in this part of learning, I really can't say who can be stronger than whom.

"Prosperous things scatter the fragrant dust, the flowing water is ruthless and the grass is spring, the east wind complains about the birds at dusk, and the falling flowers are like people falling from the building."

Hearing his little milk voice read carefully, Meng Yufan really hadn't heard of this poem.

After all, "Three Hundred Tang Poems" contains a total of more than 300 ancient poems, and what she can remember in her mind is probably only the more popular part.

"This poem is the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's "Golden Valley Garden", which is a work written by him touching the scene."

Zhu Wenjie's children explained the source and background of this poem in a few words, and Meng Yufan, who listened to it, couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Can you explain these ancient poems like this after you have finished reading?"

She didn't believe it, after all, she was only a two-year-old child, and she was going against the sky, could she still say this level and let ordinary people live?

It's not a level of war at all!

Hearing the strong suspicion revealed in her words, Zhu Wenjie's child lightly put the book in his hand on his lap, "Do you want to test me?" ”