Yun Mian hummed again and came out of the kitchen with a bench.

Wang Xiaojun's gaze suddenly fell on her small body.

didn't eat eggs, Wang Xiaojun was already very jealous of Yun Mian, the three uncles praised Yun Mian in public, and Zhang Ruhua asked Wang Xiaojun and Yun Mian to study hard to get candy to eat, which made Wang Xiaojun look at Yun Mian very unpleasantly.

"Sycophants, you know how to move stools for adults to please adults."

Yun Mian put down the bench, lazily lifted her eyelids and glanced at Wang Xiaojun, too lazy to pay attention to the little chubby dun who was scared by the wild boar and peed his pants.

"Uncle, auntie, please be seated."

Yun Mian also doesn't know the village cadres of Xiushui Village, she calls her aunt when she sees a young woman, and she calls her uncle when she sees a young man.

Several cadres in Xiushui Village saw that she was diligent and polite, and they all had smiles on their faces.

Seeing that the little girl was about to turn around and go to the kitchen again, Yun Yongcheng reached out and grabbed her little arm.

"Mianmian, you play in the yard, uncle go get a stool."

As soon as Yun Yongcheng left, Wang Xiaojun smiled evilly, and then bullied Yun Mian boldly with confidence.

Little Fat Dun stretched out his fat little finger and pointed at Yun Mian's face, and said with a proud face: "Do you know how to recite poems?" ”

Without waiting for Yunmian to answer, Xiao Chubby Dun recited proudly: "The day is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, a poor thousand miles, dumplings for vegetable oil." ”

"Poof!"

The cultural level is not on the same level, Yun Mian didn't want to be like the old Wang's little chubby dun, but the poems on the back of the little chubby dun really made her laugh.

Even reciting poems is worried about eating, no wonder it looks like a meat mound.

"Sycophant, what are you laughing at?"

Wang Xiaojun is young, but his self-esteem is strong, Yun Mian smiled, he suddenly became anxious, and reached out to point at Yun Mian with a red face.

Yun Mian said unhurriedly: "The day is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and you want to be poor for thousands of miles, and go to the next level, this is a five-character quatrain by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhilian, which means that the sunset is slowly sinking next to the West Mountain, and the surging Yellow River is surging towards the East China Sea. ”

Reciting poems is a piece of cake for Yunmian.

In her previous life, her parents attached great importance to her education, not only sent her to the best school, but also hired the best tutor for her.

Bang Bang Bang!

As soon as Yun Mian finished reciting the poem, there was a round of applause in the courtyard of the old Yun family.

Several village cadres, three uncles, and even a few members of the old Wang family stared at Yun Mian in amazement.

Yun Mian could understand why they were so shocked.

In the early 80s, the people in the village were not very educated, most of the respected village cadres could only write a few words, and college students were rare, and she was a six-year-old child who smoothly recited Wang Zhilian's "Climbing the Stork's Tower" and translated it by the way.

"Mianmian, do you still memorize other poems?"

Xu Yaqing, the women's director of Xiushui Village, fell on Yun Mian's body.

Yun Mian turned a pair of wet eyes and looked at Xu Yaqing.

Xu Yaqing was wearing a sullen blue short-sleeved suit, a pair of khaki plaid straight-leg pants underneath, and two long and thick braids on her head.

Yun Mian had a good first impression of her, smiled sweetly, and replied, "Auntie, I can also recite "Mulan Ci". ”