Sunlight shone in through the doorway, leaving a spot of light on the ground, and dust fluttering in the air.

On a wooden table in the middle of the room, the Taoist and the girl sat at two ends, each holding a book and reading.

"The east house lights up the west house,

"The young lady of the family weaves Luo Aya.

"Small machine big machine ringing rolling,

"Weaving into a ...... overnight"

The little girl lowered her head and read aloud, compared to the scholars in the school, only she didn't shake her head.

The Taoist stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears, looked at her helplessly, adjusted his posture slightly, but he only pretended not to hear, and continued to calm down to read the story.

It was nearly six years ago when we met by chance on the Liujiang boat, lived together for a few days, and talked for a few days. The scholar who was obsessed with the stories of gods and ghosts told him about his hobbies, ideals and ambitions, asked him about the gods and demons he knew, and also told him the story of the gods and demons on the boat for a few days, and the people on the boat were fascinated, and then Song You knew that sooner or later he would see his writings.

It's today.

Song You looked through it carefully.

After only a few pages, I saw a familiar story, which I had heard with my own ears from the scholar surnamed Fu on the boat.

After the book was written, there were naturally some changes, not only from oral to written words, the difference between vernacular and classical Chinese, some stories also optimized the narrative structure, made deletions, and some also added the author's comments and feelings, which is thought-provoking to read. However, when today's Taoists read it, they feel more familiar, like a hook, hooking up the memory of six years ago.

In a trance, the voice of the chic and uninhibited scholar seemed to sound in his heart with the words in front of him, accompanied by the sound of water splashing, the sound of apes on both sides of the strait, and occasionally the singing of the boatman, Song You seemed to have returned to the Liujiang boat six years ago, sitting on the bow of the boat, and Sanhua Niangniang, listening to the scholar next to him tell the story.

In addition, these strange stories are carefully selected by the scholar, and they are often not just "weird", either they can reflect the customs of a time and place, or they have their own fun, and Taoists can't help but smile when they read it.

"There are many daughters on the bank of the Zhanghe River, they don't make a living but only laugh at them, they hold yellow grass sticks around their waists, go up the trees to pull wild magpies, and they have a bag of dans in the wild magpie caves, and take them home to see their grandmothers, put them in the pot and cook them not rotten, and they are angry that grandma is sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating, ......sweating, sweating, sweating,

Sanhua Niangniang has no teacher, and her reading is rhythmic.

But after reading it, she couldn't help but scratch her head.

Children's songs are easy to understand, Sanhua Niangniang has been reading for several years, half reading and half guessing, you can also know the meaning, I just feel that the children's songs here are interesting to read, interesting is interesting in Sanhua Niangniang will also do this kind of thing, and often do it.

It's just that other villains do the same......

I thought only the woman next door would do that.

Raising his eyes, the Taoist was holding the book, and he was also looking at it intently, looking at it like that, the book in his hand seemed to be more interesting than a children's rhyme.

Sanhua Niangniang stared at him stunned for a long time, and then she couldn't help but put down the book in her hand, got up and walked over slowly:

"What are you looking at?"

The Taoist stopped, looked up at her, and replied:

"Books."

"What book?"

"Storybooks."

"Is it pretty?"

"It's better than Sanhua Niang's."

"Then why don't you show this to Sanhua Niangniang?"

"No, I won't show it to Sanhua Niangniang, and I'll show it to Sanhua Niangniang when I finish reading."

"What about those books?"

"Those books are for children, and this one can be read by both adults and children. It's just that children always want to read some books that children should read, which is helpful for the growth of Sanhua Niangniang. ”

"Oh......"

The little girl still walked over and walked behind him, grasping the clothes on his back with one hand, and his sleeve with the other, both hands were small, and poked out half of her head from his arm, and stared at the book in his hand with round eyes and a serious face, and kept her eyes on it.

If there is something that cannot be understood, he will ask the Taoist priest.

Sometimes after reading and turning the page, she still turns back.

At first glance, I found that the books that the Taoist priest read seemed to be really much better than hers.

At this time, the light at the door was dim, and Wu Nuxia easily carried a long couch, carefully stepped in from the door, and saw them when she turned her head: "Where to put it for you...... Yo, reading a book? ”

"Yes, I bought a few Mongolian reading books for Sanhua Niangniang, and I also bought a storybook written by the old man to pass the time in my spare time." The Taoist put down the book and stood up, and the little girl also stood up straight with him, raised her head and stared at the woman, "Just put it here." ”

"I don't need to help you move it up?"

"It's not heavy, we can move it ourselves."

"Okay."

Wu Nuxia didn't twist it, she put the couch off her shoulder, walked over in two steps, picked up the book on the table casually, looked at the front and back, and then looked at the Taoist and the girl: "You will enjoy ......"

"There are few things to do in winter, the weather is cold, basking in the sun or roasting the stove, making tea and reading, it is an elegant thing."

"What does this book teach?"

"I can't teach much, I just can help me with literacy and sentences, understand culture and history, and memorize a few simple poems."

"Literacy ...... Sentence Making"

Wu Nuxia couldn't help but nodded, thinking it was a good thing, so she said: "Sanhua Niangniang only has one pair of eyes, she can't see so much at once, I've been idle recently, lend me a copy." ”

"Woman, please."

"But it's for children." Sanhua Niangniang said seriously to the woman.

"It's fine."

Wu Nuxia waved her hand very casually: "My level of knowledge is not necessarily higher than yours, I'm afraid I don't know as many words as you, I need this." ”

"Oh, take it, then." The little girl immediately said, "Don't break it for me, it cost a lot of money." ”

"Sanhua Niangniang is very powerful, if the woman encounters a word she doesn't know, she can't understand something, you can come and ask Sanhua Niangniang." The Taoist smiled, "Sanhua Niangniang doesn't know either, so you can come and ask me." ”

“！”

Before Wu Nuxia could say anything, the little girl took the lead in staring and held her breath.

Wu Nuxia herself was also stunned, but she glanced at the Taoist priest, and then at the little girl beside him whose expression suddenly became serious and stared at herself, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, if I have a word I don't know or something I don't understand, I will come and ask Sanhua Niangniang and let Sanhua Niangniang be my little teacher." ”

Little teacher?

The little girl was directly stunned in place, stiff, and staring at the woman expressionlessly, but she couldn't help but take a deep breath, and her little chest bulged.

"Then I'll take this book of family names, this is simple."

"Okay."

"I'll bring you a rocking chair later."

"We've got a couch, so I'll leave the rocking chair to the woman."

"I've bought another one."

"Okay."

Wu Nuxia took the book and left.

When I walked to the door, I couldn't help but turn around, and said to the little girl with a smile: "That Sanhua Niangniang has to study hard, don't wait for me to come over to ask for advice, Sanhua Niangniang, as a teacher, can't help me." ”

After saying that, he walked out directly.

The little girl slowed down for a while, and then she came to her senses, and she didn't know what she was thinking, so she mechanically twisted her head towards the Taoist priest, and then asked, "Is Sanhua Niangniang going to become a teacher?" ”

"What's wrong?"

"Can a cat be an adult's teacher?" The little girl looked solemn and incredulous.

"Sanhua Niangniang's words are wrong."

I saw the Taoist shaking his head with a smile, and said leisurely: "As the saying goes, there is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher, since I met Sanhua Niangniang, I have also learned a lot from Sanhua Niangniang." Now Sanhua Niangniang, through her own cleverness, wit and diligence, far surpasses Wu Nuxia in book knowledge, and naturally can be Wu Nuxia's teacher in some aspects, just like teaching her to read. ”

"Hiss......"

Can you be a teacher?

The little girl almost ran out of breath.

Who would have thought that a small cat could not only have a big horse, but also be a teacher?

There is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher?

Why is a Taoist priest so good at talking......

At this time, I heard the voice of my own Taoist priest:

"It's just ......"

After brushing it, Sanhua Niangniang turned her head and stared at him:

"Just!!"

"It's just that Wu Nuxia is an adult after all, and some words and famous sayings just don't know or write, but in fact, in daily life, I don't come into contact with a lot. Now she took away the surname of the hundred families, just a book that describes the surname of the world and helps people recognize words, Wu Nuxia must have heard but do not know the words, ask Sanhua Niangniang, Sanhua Niangniang will also be able to answer, but I think she will learn quickly. The Taoist couldn't help but stand in the perspective of Sanhua Niangniang and think for her, "But when she finishes reading this three-character classic, she will go to read other books, children's songs are fine, especially thousand-character texts, thousand-character poems, ...... thousand."

“……”

The little girl couldn't help frowning when she heard this, and her hands were clenched into fists, feeling a little urgent and worried.

What can I do about this......

At this time, I heard my own Taoist priest say:

"If she takes the words on the thousand-character text and the poem on the thousand-family poem in a few days, and asks Sanhua Niangniang how to read it and what it means, but Sanhua Niangniang can't answer, wouldn't it be, alas......"

“！”

The little girl's eyes widened.

The fist clenched instantly.

Fortunately, there is a Taoist priest to remind you! I almost made a fool of myself!

It has to be an adult who thinks thoughtfully!

"Where are the three flower girls?"

"Read!"

"Don't read my book?"

"Don't look at it!"

"Why?"

"I'll look at mine first!"

"Alas, Sanhua Niangniang must know, everything has a degree, although reading is different from practice, but it is the best, it must be gradual, and you must not forget to sleep and eat." Song You picked up his book while flipping through the books on the other side, and said to the serious Sanhua Niangniang, "I know that Sanhua Niangniang is diligent and studious and a rare genius in the world, but please also pay attention to rest." ”

"Yes!"

Sanhua Niangniang knows it in her heart.

At this time, the light in the doorway was dim again.

Wu Nuxia was moving in with a rocking chair, and she happened to hear their conversation, but she couldn't help but wrinkle her facial features, and turned her head to look at this person, as if she hadn't seen this person's face until today.

Wu Nuxia shook her head, put down her rocking chair and left.

“……”

The Taoist naturally saw her gaze, but he didn't care, he also shook his head and continued to read.

When you look at it, you see yourself.

This one is called "Liujiang Meets Immortals".

For the next few days, it was like that.

It's just that the good weather left quickly, and it rained a continuous winter rain outside the door, the rain and fog were thick, and the cold air was rising, shrouded in the streets of Changjing for hundreds of years, but if you boil tea and hold a book around the stove in the house to read, from time to time for Sanhua Niangniang to answer the obscurity in the book, and bake some dried fruit rice cake to eat, it is also another feeling.

Sometimes I don't want to get up, so I read under the covers.

The children took the initiative to buy breakfast, and they couldn't stop it.

The north side is the immortal in the eyes of others, and returning to Changjing is the immortal day in the hearts of Taoists.

(End of chapter)