Jiang Changan took a nap for a while, put on a small schoolbag, put on a straw hat, and went to the private school in the mountains under the sun.

As soon as she walked on her front foot, a figure on her back foot also quietly left Jiang's house, Jiang Changan looked back and saw that it was Jiang Jiarong.

Jiang Jiarong of the third room is only four years old, and he originally planned to send him to school next year, but looking at the tragic situation of the third room, if he doesn't make changes, this matter will be mysterious.

"Sister." Jiang Jiarong ran to Jiang Changan's side with a grin, and the sunlight tanned his face black and red.

"Where are you going? Why don't you wear a hat? "Four-year-olds who don't go to school can go all over the village, but isn't it too big? This kid also hates heat?

"I'm going to school with my sister." Jiang Jiarong said seriously.

"Oh? Why did you suddenly think you were going to school? "None of your two brothers want to study, you haven't experienced the 'beating' of reading to be so interested, right?

Moreover, your father and mother didn't hand over the repair.

"I have a good time going to school, and I can make pottery like my sister." Jiang Jiarong likes to make pottery, because it's just kneading mud, but it's fun, and you can make money.

Yo? Quite ambitious, Jiang Changan was amused, "Why do you want to be interested?" "It's still a child, it's just rolled up, and your father and mother are still rotten all day long.

"If you make money, you can make money, and if you make money, your mother won't cry, Jiarong doesn't want to see her mother cry, it will hurt here." Jiang Jiarong pointed to his heart.

Jiang Changan was dumbfounded, Jiang family's kind of person with three wrong views, how could he give birth to such a righteous child, There is not only one, but three! What a blessing.

"Jiang Jiarong, you know how to be filial, what a good boy! Okay, you go to school with your sister. "Shu Xiu's business, she will come out.

However, Song Fuzi is not short of money, she has to think about giving Song Fuzi something special.

Jiang Jiarong and Jiang Changan went to a private school in the mountains, and the couple in the third room behind them were still asleep, obviously the firewood, rice, oil and salt at home were insufficient, and there were three sons to be fed.

"Jiang Changan, why are you still bringing your younger brother to school?" In fact, what Zhang Zhuzi wants to say more is, didn't the two of you fall out? How can she still help the Jiang family take care of the children in the third room.

Of course, this kind of example is not uncommon, there are often times when parents are busy, students even go to school and take their younger siblings at the same time, and those younger children sometimes play in the yard, sometimes by the dumb uncle to play.

"My brother is here to go to school." Jiang Changan directly took Jiang Jiarong towards Song Fuzi's study.

"What? That night, Mr. has long stopped accepting students, don't you know? ”

Although the mountain private school is named after the mountain village, the entire private school is owned by Song Fuzi and does not belong to the village school, while Chao Ting only runs a town school, after all, no village is rich enough to run a school.

Song Fuzi's school is also unable to make ends meet.

But since the first place in the assessment, the private school on the mountain has become popular, and many people have come to visit, but Master Song no longer accepts students, even if it is the people in the village, of course, except for those who have a good relationship.

"Sir, do you still accept students? My younger brother Jiang Jiarong 'went out' for filial piety, he wanted to learn skills, be able to make pottery, earn silver, and make his mother happy. This is Jiang Jiarong's fairy tales, Jiang Changan said to Master Song, it depends on whether Master Song can look down on this filial piety.

"Oh? Good boy, then come on, learn from your sister. Master Song didn't mention the matter of Shu Xiu at all, but wanted to see how far this child's pure heart could last.

"Thank you, sir." Jiang Jiarong was nervous and excited, and he was able to salute crookedly, but he had seen a lot outside the school.

"Well, yes, let's go play, Chang'an stays." Master Song stroked his beard and was very kind.

Jiang Jiarong looked at Jiang Chang'an, and only then ran out of the study after getting approval.

Oh! You can go and play, the children in the private school village on the mountain are all familiar, Jiang Jiarong is not afraid at all, except for Master Song and the dumb uncle.

"Sir, I'll come out about Jiarong's bundle of repairs. I also took this opportunity to give Mr. a gift, which will be sold first. "It's impossible to count on three rooms.

Moreover, Jiang Changan's own bundle of repairs Jiang Lao Er lost half of it because he had no money, so Jiang Changan wanted to make up for it even more.

"Hehe, that gentleman is waiting for your gift." Master Song also appreciated Jiang Chang'an's generosity, and the Jiang family's several rooms were filthy, but it did not affect the relationship between their children, which is really rare.

"Hey sir, what's your scheduled class for the afternoon? Do you want me to teach everyone how to draw? I wanted to draw a drawing of the giant wheel cart by the way, and my family received an order from the villagers. ”

What do you say, this is the second reason why Jiang Changan came to find Master Song.

Song Fuzi's eyes lit up, he still had Jiang Changan's sketch notes in his hand, he had been studying it at noon, but he understood a little, but it was not easy to draw, this will be taught by Jiang Changan, he will definitely be able to go further.

"Yes, it's up to you to teach you how to draw."

As soon as they said it, the teachers and students prepared the tools and called the students to class.

Jiang Changan started with lines and surfaces, and then talked about professional knowledge such as shadows.

As she spoke, she drew a large piece of rice paper on the removed door panel, facing the students' seats, and soon the parts appeared on the paper, which were finally combined to form a whole floor plan.

Jiang Changan really doesn't have any private collections, which Song Fuzi and Li Shushen can see, this kind of painting technique is simply too suitable for the Ministry of Industry, and it is much more advanced than the drawings of the Ministry of Industry.

Jiang Changan didn't speak quickly, everyone who should understand understood it, but there were very few people who could remember it, and it was even worse to draw it by hand.

Obviously, Jiang Changan's drawing is very simple, but when he gets started, the line just can't be straightened up and other problems.

"Okay, let's practice slowly in the future, the method is such a method, if you don't understand, you can ask Chang'an, let's go to school."

Anyway, Master Song had an epiphany, he wanted to go back and practice by himself, and then draw the results and send them to Beijing.

Jiang Changan lectured for an hour, and by the way, he also drew his own drawings.

"Jiarong, let's go home." I began to make a huge wheeled cart, and it was labor-saving, heavy-bearing, and the convenience that could walk on a narrow field.

"Uh-oh." Jiang Jiarong looked dazed.

Why did my sister become a gentleman, and he didn't understand the lecture at all, so he fell asleep. When I woke up, I went to school, and it was so easy to go to school!

"I'll go too." Li Shushen was the first to sign up, what to do when he went home, he didn't go to Jiang's house to play, anyway, he was going to go out alone in two days.

"I'll go, I'll go." In the end, half of the classmates followed Jiang Changan.

Carpentry craft stealing or something, no! Because Jiang Changan directly explained the drawings of the giant wheel cart, everyone who should know it will be able to do it, but how can it be so easy to make it?

Who doesn't know how to do it, and they will give up if they do it, they are only children about ten years old, and they don't have Jiang Changan's intelligence, where can they learn so many things at once.

So, back at Jiang's house, in addition to Jiang Jiarong's little tail, there were six or seven more classmates who were interested in the giant wheel cart.

Since it is a classmate, of course, it is necessary to cultivate the love of classmates, and hospitality is a must.

In the scorching summer, cool freezing is a must-have, and finally, saltpeter ice making is on the agenda.

(End of chapter)