Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

Seeing that they wanted to pull them down today and wait until tomorrow, Xia Mingshuang wanted to stimulate them and said with a smile: "No, why wait for tomorrow? You have to strike while the iron is hot, start now."

She asked Er Zhuang to find all the first grade books and lend them to Gu Nianjun.

Erzhuang moved very quickly, and Ma Liu found out that there were only two books for the entire first grade, Chinese and mathematics, regardless of volume.

Gu Nianjun hesitated, "Oh, I don't have a pencil or notebook."

Da Zhuang was also a little hesitant, maybe it would be tomorrow. He didn't listen to a lot of knowledge, didn't know it, or had forgotten it.

Xia Mingshuang smiled evilly, turned around and took out a pad, a new pencil and an eraser from the cabinet in the west room, "Nian Jun, my aunt will buy you stationery from now on, so just study hard."

Gu Nianjun: "..."

Da Zhuang: "..."

Why do you feel like you've fallen into a pit? Mom has been ready for a long time.

Teacher Da Zhuang reluctantly picked up the first-grade Chinese textbook and flipped through it. The Chinese was pretty good and he knew every word.

He taught a few words casually and asked Gu Nianjun to learn to write.

Xia Mingshuang: "..."

Just learn to write right now? Don't you want to learn pinyin, strokes, etc.? Or you can just learn to recite it first.

Teacher Da Zhuang is indeed unreliable.

But Miaomiao also looked like it was natural.

Xia Mingshuang asked curiously: "You haven't learned Pinyin?"

Da Zhuang looked at Miaomiao: "Did you learn this later?"

Miaomiao nodded: "Yes, I won't study until after the midterm exam."

Er Zhuang also said yes.

Xia Mingshuang: "..."

Oh, it's different from when I was a child. I learned Pinyin from the beginning.

Chinese Pinyin began to enter primary school classrooms around the fall of 1958, and everyone was required to learn Chinese Pinyin.

However, teaching methods and content vary greatly from place to place. Some teachers even have never learned Pinyin, or they have learned old-fashioned Pinyin but do not know the new Pinyin, and are stubborn and refuse to learn the new Pinyin, so they do not teach students Pinyin.

Xia Mingshuang suggested that they learn Pinyin first. "It might be faster for Nian Jun to learn Pinyin first. He knows Pinyin and strokes, and can look up the dictionary and learn by himself." She added, "That's how I learned it."

They happened to have a dictionary brought back by Gu Yunshan.

Miaomiao smiled and said, "Yes."

Da Zhuang: "..." Haha, do you think I believe it or not? Why haven't I seen you studying on your own? You learn too quickly. How come when my dad comes back, you know everything? This is not called learning, this is called refueling the jeep, filling it up all at once and learning it directly.

However, Da Zhuang is not the kind to talk nonsense. Even if he complains in his heart, he will not say it directly like Er Zhuang.

He really taught Gu Nianjun Pinyin directly.

But how can Da Zhuang teach others? He read all 26 letters, and then asked Gu Nianjun to repeat them.

Seeing that one of them dares to teach and the other dares to learn, Xia Mingshuang doesn't care. She has not forgotten that she has never read a book and is just self-taught.

Miao Miao and Er Zhuang still couldn't stand it, so they began to correct Da Zhuang.

Miaomiao: "Brother, don't talk so much at once. My cousin won't be able to remember."

Didn't you see that Gu Nianjun was as confused as Goose?

Erzhuang also laughed: "Brother, just teach three to five lessons a day, just like in class. The teacher only talks a little bit in a class, and you have to take your time."

Add up.

The tall and handsome man frowned and said impatiently: "Forget it, you guys should teach me."

He gave the book to Miao Miao and the pen to Er Zhuang, asking them to tell Gu Nianjun.

Xia Mingshuang chuckled.

Da Zhuang has a fever on his face, why are you laughing at him? Before, he would have turned around and left without answering her, but it was different now. He could only purse his lips and pretend that nothing happened, but he secretly listened while Miao Miao and Er Zhuang were giving Gu Nianjun a lecture. .

After listening for a while, Da Zhuang gradually opened his eyes. What is the original problem? Is this how the letters are actually pronounced? Is this actually written like this?

Then...how did he learn it before? Did the teacher not speak correctly, or did his... ears not hear correctly?

Oh, when I was sleeping on the table, I was either thinking about running out to play the game of catching traitors after class, or I was in a hurry to go swimming in the river after school.

He knew how to drink water at the age of six.

Huh, that's awesome.

Feeling a little proud in his heart, he glanced at Xia Mingshuang subconsciously, and sure enough, he met her eyes that were half-smiling, and his big face turned red again.

Humph, isn't it just about studying? How could he be worse than Gu Nianjun?

I will never give my mother a chance to laugh at me!

Da Zhuang also slowly put away his random thoughts and began to listen to Miao Miao's lectures seriously.

Before I knew it, it was already ten o'clock.

Xia Mingshuang: "You are studying very seriously. Go to bed quickly and continue studying tomorrow night."

It was late, and she didn't let Gu Nianjun go home to sleep. She stayed here with Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang, since the house was spacious anyway.

Gu Nianjun was very happy and thanked Xia Mingshuang awkwardly.

I'm a bit shy, embarrassed to say thank you, and feel disgusting.

The sound was like a mosquito humming, Xia Mingshuang said: "What?"

Gu Nianjun: "I said thank you, auntie!"

I learned the word "thank you" from Miaomiao and Xiaozai. Countryside people never say thank you. They are so formal and clumsy. Only people in the city are like this.

Gu Nianjun got up early the next morning and ran away, fearing that Xia Mingshuang would leave him to eat and he would want to eat Xia Mingshuang's rare delicacies. If it was a home-cooked meal, he would not want to eat it. It would be too shameless and he would beat him.

After the Winter Solstice Festival, it was really freezing and freezing.

Although the third sister was not here, Xia Mingshuang didn't want to take her little Zai Zai to work. First, she was afraid of freezing him, and she was even more afraid of slipping and falling on the road. She was fine, but she would feel bad if she fell her little Zai Zai.

She agreed with the three children that she would send Zhao Juying over to him in the morning to help keep an eye on him. At noon, the children would pick up their younger brother to cook and eat, then send him over after dinner, and pick him up again in the evening after school.

Miaomiao: "Mom, don't worry, we will take good care of my brother."

Xia Mingshuang had already greeted Zhao Juying, so there was no need to go there in person to say hello. She would ride to work first.

After her mother left, Miaomiao asked Da Zhuang to check the doors and windows, then lock the door and go to school.

Da Zhuang disagreed: "Okay, no one dares to come to our house to steal anything now."

Tian Meizhen is picking up shit with men every day now, and everyone is watching. Even if her father is not at home, as long as his eldest son is here, who dares to take any chances with his family?

Unless you get tired of living.

The little Zaizai was wearing a tiger head hat and cotton gloves around his neck, holding his sister's hand.

When they arrived at the intersection, they were supposed to go to Zhao Juying's house. Erzhuang suddenly thought, "My little brother is not naughty at all and he doesn't cry. How about we take him to school."

Da Zhuang doesn't care, he thinks taking care of children is a woman's business, as long as Miao Miao is happy with it.

Miaomiao looked down at her younger brother, "Xiao Zhuang, are you happy?"

Although Zhao Juying can help with the care, the mistress has to work in the production team, and it takes time to take care of the little Zaizai.

The little Zaizai said with a milky voice: "Okay."