After Mo Ziyun said something crackling, Xie Wenhua glared and opened his mouth again, and only after Mo Zihua finished speaking, he closed his mouth in shock, looked at Han Shuxian and said, "How did she come up with these new tricks?"

Han Shuxian wanted to despise his friend's unseen appearance, but when he thought that he was not much better than him when he learned about her thoughts, he didn't despise him for anything. But suddenly I thought of something else, so the thought of contempt that I had just dispelled came out again, and I hooked my lips and sneered: "Don't you read Xie Tao's usual homework?"

Xie Wenhua was puzzled why he mentioned his son's homework, and said, "What does this have to do with his homework?"

Han Shuxian knew that he should not have read Xie Tao's homework, which was very good, and he was in the middle of it.

Influenced by Mo Ziyun's teaching method, Han Shuxian's teaching of children is also changing, such as more encouragement to children in addition to strictness, and more patience and companionship for children, it is precisely because of these changes that Han Chunlin is also more sticky to him than before, so when he saw that his friends were still the same as before, and there was no change in the teaching of his children, Han Shuxian rose up to fall into the ground, but Wan Wan didn't like to be a parent who shook his hands, Liang Liang pointed out: "His homework has what Yun Yun said."

Xie Wenhua was even more surprised, "Is there this?" Will they still have it in class?

Looking at Xie Wenhua's surprised face, he knew that he had never cared about Xie Tao's studies, Mo Ziyun's excited face gradually turned cold, "Uncle, is it really good for you to be a shopkeeper like this?"

Xie Wenhua was embarrassed by Mo Ziyun's angry eyes, and explained embarrassedly, "With you teaching, can I still feel at ease? Besides, I can't teach people to read, and I'll have to trouble you to read."

Mo Ziyun didn't listen to his quibbles at all, "Before Uncle took Brother Tao to school, my godfather and I told Uncle that although reading is a child's business, parents can't sit idly by, and they should be more concerned about learning and life, and parents can accompany them more so that children can grow up healthier and happier."

Xie Wenhua saw Mo Ziyun holding her little face, and also put away the smile on her face, and said with a serious face, "Wan Yun's lesson is right, I will definitely change it, and I will definitely care more about your brother Tao's study in the future, and I must not shake off the shopkeeper."

"Not only studying, but also caring about life, physically, and psychologically." Mo Ziyun corrected, still holding her little face when she spoke, looking unsmiling. Ь.

"Okay, we all care." Xie Wenhua hurriedly agreed, for fear that if he was too slow, ice would form on his face.

Seeing Xie Wenhua's positive attitude in admitting his mistake, Mo Ziyun no longer kept a straight face, and smiled, "It's pretty much the same." In the end, he coquettishly said, "Uncle Ke has to do what he says, I will ask Brother Tao at any time."

Xie Wenhua assured: "Don't worry, it will definitely be done."

After a small episode, the three of them got down to business again, and Mo Ziyun said, "Uncle will go back and look at the board newspaper made by Brother Tao first, and after reading it, you will understand what the publication I just talked about is, and then Uncle will think more about what we can do to attract people to see this kind of printed publication."

Xie Wenhua said that he would definitely go back and take a good look and think about it.

After saying that, it was time to go out for dinner, the bookstore was not far from the restaurant, and a few people walked a few steps to arrive.

During the banquet, Xie Wenhua picked up his wine glass and said to everyone: "Originally, I wanted to invite you to my home as a guest, but Neiko is seriously ill, so I can only sit in this restaurant, and I also ask Uncle Mo, Aunt Song, Brother Han, and brothers and sisters to forgive me."

Song Nanzhi blamed: "You are going to see outside, Xie Taoniang is sick, you don't tell us, we can go and see her."

Xie Wenhua sighed and said, "It doesn't matter if she is sick, it's just that she is sick, the doctor said that she needs to avoid people, for fear of passing the illness to others, and now the yard where she lives is fixed with a few maids and wives to take care of her, and I hope she will get better soon."

After hearing this, Mo Ziyun asked, "Uncle, what kind of disease does my aunt have?"

Xie Wenhua replied: "It is said that it is tuberculosis, and I cough and wheezing very much on weekdays, and I am very tired after walking a few steps." When he said this, the smile on Xie Wenhua's face gradually faded.

Mo Zihua is not a doctor, but she still knows tuberculosis, tuberculosis is a common name for tuberculosis, which is a chronic infectious disease with a slow onset, but the course of the disease is very long, and it is easy to be confused with cold and flu when you get up early.

In modern times, the disease can be completely cured by the treatment of isoniazid, rifampicin drugs. Moreover, in modern times, rifampicin and isoniazid are provided free of charge to tuberculosis patients until they are cured. However, in ancient times when the medical level was backward, not to mention free treatment, there was no effective medicine at all, and the disease was basically incurable.

The more she knew the seriousness of this disease, Mo Ziyun's mood also fell, although her mood was low, she couldn't show it yet, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, and she said innocently: "When Auntie is better, we will go to see Auntie." Xiushu.com

Xie Wenhua also cheered up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Okay, let's get together again when the time comes."

After skipping the topic of Xie Taoniang's illness, the laughter resumed during the banquet.

After the guests had their joys, everyone went home. Xie Wenhua didn't go to the bookstore anymore, but remembered what Mo Ziyun said, and was going to go back to care more about Xie Tao, and by the way, take a look at what the board newspaper was talking about.

Although Mo Ziyun asked for leave, the school did not have a holiday, except for Han Chunlin who asked for a day off to send Murong Qingyuan to the examination room, everyone else was still in the school.

After Xie Wenhua arrived home, he first recruited someone to ask his wife about today's situation, and then raised his feet to Xie Tao's house.

Xie Tao is worthy of Xie Wenhua's eldest son, although in the conversation with Mo Zihua, Mo Zihua said to Xie Wenhua that he didn't care enough about Xie Tao, but in fact, he was extremely fond of Xie Tao, otherwise he would not let him study with Mo Zihua. From the house where Xie Tao lives, it can be seen that he dotes on Xie Tao, but at the age of about ten years, he has his own separate yard, and the maids, mothers-in-law, and small maids in the yard are all neatly matched.

The mother-in-law guarding the gate of the courtyard saw Xie Wenhua coming and hurriedly bowed down and shouted, "Master!"

Xie Wenhua hummed and raised his feet to cross the gate of the courtyard, a maid in the courtyard was sitting embroidery, and when he saw Xie Wenhua, he immediately got up and shouted, "Master."

"Take me to the young master's study." Xie Wenhua commanded to the maid.

"Yes!" The maid put down the embroidery in her hand and responded.

Although Xie Wenhua lives under the same roof with his son every day, he does not often go to his son's yard. Although Xie Tao's study is less than half the size of Xie Wenhua, although the temple is small, it has all kinds of organs, and the bookshelves, tables and chairs in the study, including the four treasures of the study, are all made of good materials.

Sitting on the chair where Xie Tao usually does his homework, he ordered, "Bring me all the homework that the young master usually does."

The maid was a little embarrassed, "The young master's books are usually brought to the school, and the ones at home are from the past."

"It's okay with the previous ones, show them to me."

The maid thought that the young master was not studying seriously again, so she asked the master to check his homework, but after thinking about the young master's recent performance, she felt that the young master was studying very seriously, so she decided to help Xie Tao say some good things first, "Master, the young master has been able to study recently, and after completing the homework assigned that day every day, he will read the book for a while before returning to the room to rest."

The maid put Xie Tao at home while talking, and took the finished book and put it in front of Xie Wenhua.

opened the book and looked at them one by one, and saw that his son's handwriting was scribbled from the beginning to the back becoming more and more neat, and the mistakes were becoming fewer and fewer, the lines on Xie Wenhua's face became softer and softer. After reading this book, he said, "You can see what kind of board report the young master has done?"

The maid immediately replied, "Yes, I'll give it to the master." After speaking, the maid turned to the bookshelf, took out a densely written paper about a foot wide and about a foot and a half long from a large drawer and put it in front of Xie Wenhua.

"This is the board?" Xie Wenhua asked again.

The maid nodded and replied, "Yes, the young master has made several photos, but only this one is the best, and only this one is kept.

Xie Wenhua looked at the board in front of him carefully, and the huge piece of paper was divided into small pieces of different sizes and shapes, although the sizes were different and the shapes were different

, but it doesn't look cluttered, it's very novel, and then look at the content recorded in each small block. From the first small square, golden wheat is sown into the soil, then the second small piece, the tender green malt comes out of the soil, and then it grows taller, tassels, matures, and harvests.

In addition to the description of the growth process of wheat, there is also his perception of cherishing grain.

Seeing the board newspaper in front of him, Xie Wenhua immediately understood what Mo Ziyun was talking about. Although there is only one piece of paper, there is a lot of content on this paper, and Wan Wan is right, people who buy our publications can always find the content they are interested in from it.

When I think of the content of the publication, I think of the story, and it is still an unfinished story. Suddenly thinking of something, Xie Wenhua burst out laughing.

This method is too damaging. Print a chapter of the story every day and buy it, and those who really read it will have to wait how long to finish reading a story.

There are several chapters in the story, dozens or hundreds of chapters at most, and there are more, hundreds of chapters at the least, and hundreds of chapters at most. When I think of such a thick book, only one chapter is printed every day for customers to read, Xie Wenhua feels very funny, once I read it, I want to keep reading it, and I want to see the end anyway, this is how to hook customers to read it all the time, which makes people want to stop.