Happy Little Scholar

It took a long time to explain to the maid that the kitchen had not been invaded by a thief who could not find money and dismantled the stove to vent his anger.

Come to think of it, who would look for valuables in the kitchen? All her private money was locked in a small box, and even the valuable jewelry bought by her son-in-law was locked in it, and hidden under the small bed in the room. She carried the key with her every day and would not lose it.

What's more, the eldest and second daughters were at home, and no thief could come in. I'm afraid that if he sneaked into the house just now, he would be broken his legs and sent to the government office by Uncle Fang before he had time to breathe. The treasure box was placed under the bed, so it couldn't be safer.

But without the stove, where should I cook today?

I won't have to worry about this in a while, because the son-in-law said that after the new stove is built, it will not be so difficult to light the fire, and it will not always emit smoke, which makes her run outside several times for cooking. It is said that it can also save firewood. There is a big bed behind the stove, which can sleep four people without any problem. The big bed is connected to the stove, and it is warm at any time of the day. When you have nothing to do during the day, you can sit on it to keep warm.

Xiaohuan thought about the whole family sleeping on the big bed, and her face flushed.

Ignoring Xiaohuan, whose pretty face was flushed and I didn't know what she was thinking, the little girl just liked to think wildly. Lao Fang and Lao Xu were already outside, arm in arm, making mud, and they didn't look tit-for-tat at all.

Seeing the flattering expression on his face, Li Yi knew that Lao Fang was finished. He was caught in a weak spot, and his status among the brothers would definitely plummet in the future.

There was probably a little red girl in Qun Yuyuan. It seemed that she had known Lao Fang for a long time, maybe before she knew him.

In the past, the family was so poor that they could not even afford to eat. It was impossible for them to meet through prostitution. However, every time he mentioned Xiaohong, Lao Fang's face turned red and he stuttered. The two of them were definitely not just a pure relationship between a man and a woman.

In any case, this was Lao Fang's family affair. Although Li Yi was full of curiosity, he did not say anything, and he would not break the casserole to ask.

Walking out of the yard, not far away, the sound of Lang Lang reading came from a small yard next to him.

This was Qin Qing teaching the children to read. A yard was specially cleaned up in the house as a school. Originally, there were two rooms. After demolishing the wall in the middle, it became a large classroom, and the small yard outside was the playground.

Although there were not many students, there were only about twenty including the girls, and it was enough to occupy one room. Mr. Qin, who had a broken leg and could only lie on the bed, said that the school should be brighter and the children would be comfortable sitting inside. Lao Fang and his friends demolished the wall in the middle without saying a word.

As early as the Liuye Village, Mr. Qin was the teacher of the school. Of course, at that time, only children with the surname Liu were eligible to go to the school. During the time when Li Yi was the teacher, under the attraction of Monkey King, more and more children from poor families gradually came. Now the position of the teacher has been handed over to Qin Qing. It can be seen that she is very attentive and is born to be a teacher. She has visited the homes of more than 20 children in the big house as long as they are of appropriate age and asked them to go to the school.

This is a good thing. The half-grown children are very naughty. They used to be wild in the village, go to the river to catch crabs, climb trees to dig bird nests, and never let people worry. Now that they have moved here, they don’t do these things. The city is full of people of all kinds. If they are not allowed to go out to play, the family will be turned upside down. No parent will not have a headache.

Xiao Qin can help them look after their children. Which parent is not happy? The naughty children are playful and don’t want to go to school. They are slapped on the buttocks and asked if they want to go. If they don’t want to go, they will be slapped again. They will be willing after a few more slaps.

At first, I just thought I was looking for someone to look after the child. After a few days, when the woman was counting money for fun, the child proudly pointed at a pile of copper coins and said that I had entered it wrong. Seven copper coins plus eight copper coins should be fifteen instead of fourteen. The woman was stunned for a moment and beat the child who was talking nonsense. Seven plus eight equals fourteen. She remembered it clearly since she was a child. How could she be wrong?

She counted again with her fingers and toes, and found that she had counted wrong.

She asked the child in surprise when he learned to count. The child said with tears in his eyes that Mr. Qin taught him. She stuffed a few copper coins into the child's pocket and told him to buy delicious food. She went to Qin Qing's house with the gift.

I have to thank Xiao Qin. Both I and the child's father are rough people who can't read a single word. We can only count the copper coins at home. If we ask them the specific number, they will be confused. Now, my child can count after a few days of entering the school. If he can learn a few more words, he will not be required to take the exam for a scholar. Even if the family encounters misfortune in the future, he will not starve to death.

I have never heard of a cultured person starving to death. Several generations combined can't read a few words. The grandparents only know how to kill with sabers. I didn't expect that there would be a cultured person in their place. The ancestral graves are really smoking.

The families who stuffed their children into the school all ran to Qin Qing's house. They were not stingy with rice and meat. How could they come to the door without some gifts? Lao Fang went in carrying a stove, and the chimney made of hollow bamboo was tied tightly. Since then, this new type of stove has been successfully stationed in all the families in the house.

The honeycomb coal has also been made. Han Bo made the mold and pulled in a few carts of coal powder. Soon, these coal balls full of holes were piled in front of each house.

When Li Yi walked into Han Bo's house, the old man was sitting in the yard busy. It seems that he can't sit still when he's old. Every time he comes to Han Bo's place, he has work to do. Only the second uncle is an outlier. Apart from basking in the sun and eating, there seems to be nothing that can interest him.

"Uncle, what are you going to make this time?" Hearing the footsteps in the yard, Han Bo raised his head and asked with a smile.

A lifetime of carpentry skills can only make wooden swords and wooden guns for the naughty children. There is a little regret in my heart. Only with uncle can I get the best use. I have nothing to do. Han Bo likes the strange things that uncle asked him to make.

It's just that uncle is too polite. He gives money every time and often asks Xiao Huan to come and send some rice and flour. There is only one old man in the family. The silver cakes hidden under the kitchen water tank can never be spent in this lifetime.

Li Yi was actually embarrassed to bother Han Bo every time, but Han Bo was the only one around who had this skill, and it was not easy for him to be alone. He would definitely not want to give money for no reason, so he could only find something for him to do from time to time, and there were legitimate reasons when he gave him money.

Looking at the old man, he smiled and said, "It's just some small things."

As he said that, he took out the drawings in his arms, looked at the small squares on it, and Han Bo smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, it can be made in two days at most. It's not difficult to make these small pieces, but the old man's eyes are useless now. I'm afraid that the words on it will have to be carved by a young man with good eyesight."

"Han Bo just needs to make these small pieces, and I'll find someone else to carve the words." Li Yi said with a smile.

Ever since seeing Liu Ruyi being able to carve words on the wall the size of a fingernail with a sword, and Li Yi couldn't see clearly at the speed, Li Yi felt that the job of carving on mahjong was hers.