During the three-day period, Meng Ruanqin came as promised, carrying a big bookcase on his back.

The books in the bookcase are his treasures for many years, and he is reluctant to sell them no matter how difficult it is.

The boys got up early and said early to Meng Fuzi.

An Ran also joined in the fun, and the room where he was studying opened two windows, and the windows had not yet had time to be made.

You can just see the old peach tree outside the house and the spring light outside.

The peach tree has had a few difficult blooms this year, but now the flowers have withered, and the leaves are becoming more and more green.

Little flower cubs like to sleep under the peach trees or take their cubs to scratch their paws on the trunks.

There are four long tables in the room, equipped with wide stools of equal length, so that two people can sit together for a lesson.

Wang Yongan specially made a book case for Meng Ruanqin, and he saw that there were masters from large families and private schools.

There are also fresh bamboo tubes on top to put things in, and a small shelf to hang brushes.

The Wang family had never read a book, and they all prepared according to what the children said, for fear of snubbing Meng Ruanqin.

Meng Ruanqin caressed the bookcase with both hands, he had never had the luxury of having his own bookcase, he only used it when copying books in the study.

The plan of a day lies in the morning, and the plan of the year lies in the spring.

Meng Ruanqin is ready to start with the simplest thousand-character essay, although the children are different ages, but the starting point is the same.

An Ran was bored, she sat between her brother Wen Zhuo and Ah Liu, listening to Master Meng's class, and the ancient masters were shaking their heads in class.

Meng Fuzi's voice was as warm as jade, and it sounded good at first hearing, but it was sleepy when it was used to study.

"You come and read, start here, and each person reads one word."

Wen Ming was named, stood up, and pointed to the big characters on the thousand-character text, which is simple.

An Ran was stressed, and the memories of reading came to mind.

When it was Wen Zhuo's turn, he pointed to the big characters on the book, and stumbled and pronounced it incorrectly, what is this word reading?

"Yue~" An Ran turned into a little secretary outside the court, gently pulled the corner of her brother's clothes, and reminded in a whisper that this Meng Fuzi had just talked about it.

Wen Zhuo was reminded to get by, but Meng Ruanqin stared at the little doll sitting in the middle.

He had just heard this little doll remind, and he could remember it after listening to him so little.

An Ran and Meng Ruanqin glanced at each other, as if they knew that the other party would look at each other.

An Ran was a little weak and calm, and Meng Fuzi would only think she was smart.

After teaching calligraphy, Meng Ruanqin began to teach everyone how to write again.

He found that everyone's posture of holding the pen was wrong.

An Ran looked at Wen Hua, his five fingers were tightly gripping the pen shaft, and the ink on the pen tip was so much that it dripped on the paper, and the pen and paper were soaked into a black ball.

"Hold the pen like this and use your wrist to drive the pen."

"Master, I can't control my hands." Wen Yuan was corrected to hold the pen, but he couldn't master writing with his wrist, and he had to tremble constantly.

An Ran yawned a lot, they practiced theirs, and they were sleepy when they read a book.

Meng Ruanqin found that only Wen Jing wrote decently and the paper was neat.

Wen Qing was bored, grinding ink in the stone inkstone, and adding water to it after a while, this is fun.

"Pour me some of your ink." Wen Zhuo didn't want to grind the ink by himself, he had to grind it for a long time.

"This kind of ink is not good, and it is a lump of black water when it is written."

The grinding ink should be light and heavy, moderately fast and slow, not indiscriminate, and not add a lot of water at a time.

Meng Ruan Qin pointed at the children, and after a while, the pen of this one fell off, the paper of that one was blown away by the wind, and there was one who accidentally spilled ink on the ground, no wonder his previous master was not very good-tempered.

Meng Ruan Qin held his forehead, endured it, and endured it again.

An Ran picks fruit on the farm, and she recently planted watermelons and strawberries, especially strawberries, which are large and red in color.

An Ran picked one, buried his head under the table, and took a small bite of the strawberry, which was sweet and sour.

With a bang, something was knocked over, and An Ran looked at the ink-dripping table, her strawberry was just underneath, and now it was a black strawberry.

An Ran raised his head, and several boys laughed.

"I'll wipe it for you." Wen Zhuo was very sorry, he didn't hold it steady just now, and the ink fell, just dripping in the position where Fu Bao was lying on his stomach.

Wait a minute! Don't rub!

Sure enough, she is now rubbing more and more, and the upper half of her face is obviously black, and now she is good, she has become a blue sky.

Wow, yes, white-faced Cao Cao, black-faced Zhang Fei, his name is chirp~

An Ran just wants to hum a song, take a step, turn around, and he will definitely laugh at others.

Meng Ruanqin couldn't cry or laugh a little, and the white dumplings turned into black dumplings.

Li Zhenxiang saw that she had a big face, and she was still holding something tightly in her hand, so she brought water to wipe her daughter's face and hands.

The little black man ran over and circled around her feet.

"Look, it's the same color as the family wealth."

"Why can't you wipe it clean?" Li Zhenxiang changed several basins of water and wiped it over and over again, her face was red, but there was still a light gray color left on her face.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a few days." Li Zhenxiang comforted her daughter.

An Ran looked at himself through the reflection of the basin, and he couldn't see clearly in the backlight.

It seems that there is no mirror in the house, so it is better to buy one.

On the panel, the mirror actually belongs to the props column, you must know that props are very expensive.

You say that if you sell me a hundred gold coins for a mirror, won't your conscience hurt?

The chicken woman I raised had to lay a hundred eggs to have a hundred gold coins, and I was reluctant to do it, and I couldn't shine a flower.

"Hand wash, what to take."

Li Zhenxiang saw that her daughter was holding a black thing in her hand, and opened it to see what kind of fruit should be stained with ink.

An Ran looked at the strawberry in his hand, and if he didn't eat it, it would be black.

After changing his clothes, An Ran stopped going to see Meng Fuzi's class, found a pot, and put the picked strawberries in it.

The small strawberries she was looking for were much larger than the raspberries, but they were sweet and fragrant, not inferior to the big strawberries.

An Ran pulled her mother, and she found that there was a vegetable garden outside the house, and it was full of vegetable seedlings.

She wants to transplant a few strawberries, which can be propagated not only by seeds, but also by new stems.

She brought out more than thirty seedlings, which was only the tip of the iceberg compared to the ones on the farm.

Li Zhenxiang looked at the seedlings that her daughter took out, and there were green and white unripe fruits hanging on them.

She had never seen this kind of vegetable, looking at the fruits hanging on it, some of them were still red, and they were the same as the ones her daughter had put in the pot just now, and she dug out a ridge of land with a small hoe, and carefully planted the seedlings given by her daughter in the ground.

"Little aunt, the water is coming, what is this planted?"

Li Aling looked at a ridge of grass with small fruits hanging on it, can these small fruits grow up and be edible?

"I dug it in the mountains, and I saw that it bore some fruit, and I took it back and planted it, and I had it in that pot, so I could taste it."

Li Zhenxiang poured the last scoop of water, looking strange and happy, whether the fruit was like the one in that pot.

In the pot, small strawberries are stacked neatly.

Fang Cuiying brought a basin of water, poured the pleasing fruit into the basin, and quietly leaned into Fu Bao's ear.

"Fubao, what kind of food is this, strange and delicious, what kind of fairy fruit, will it live forever if you eat it."

An Ran had to admire her second aunt's brain, this is just an ordinary fruit, and it is not Tang monk meat, it can live forever, and if you eat too much, it will only be thin!

(End of chapter)