Urgent! What should I do if I get a bad character after rebirth?

Yun Cheng was already torn at this time. He was still a little kid less than two years old. He didn't want to memorize the multiplication table, he didn't want to memorize the periodic table, no, no, no, nothing...

"Did you hear what your mother said? You have to be a good and obedient baby, otherwise I won't love you anymore!" Yunhe said sinisterly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jin Caiqin scolded, "Don't keep scaring your brother. He was pitiful enough in his last life. Mom will definitely love you well in this life!"

Yunhe rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "You are deceiving my mother's feelings. Be careful or I will expose you one day and tell them that you were not human in your previous life!"

"Okay, let's start tonight. Each of you should read a paragraph from the newspaper!" Yun Jianguo said, and went to get the newspapers that his family had ordered. He handed one to Jin Caiqin, "Let's start with you first!"

"Come here, you can come. Line up according to age!" said Jin Caiqin.

"Okay, okay!" What could Yun Jianguo say?

"May 22, Star Flag 3..." Yun Jianguo began to read the newspaper in what he considered to be standard Mandarin.

Yunhe and Yuncheng both burst out laughing. Yunhe couldn't help laughing, "Dad, don't read it yet. Has anyone ever told you that your Mandarin is very standard?"

"It's standard, especially standard. When I was in the army, someone asked me if I was from Beijing!" Yun Jianguo said proudly.

Sorry, the reputation of Beijingers has been damaged!

"Really?" Yunhe asked with a very ugly expression.

"Of course. Don't you think your dad speaks Mandarin very well? He's not worse than the announcers at the Central Broadcasting Station!" Yun Jianguo said this very seriously.

Confidence is a good thing, but being overconfident is not a good thing.

Yunhe then instructed Yuncheng to take out the tape recorder and asked Yun Jianguo to continue reading the newspaper and record it with the tape recorder.

After Yun Jianguo finished reading a report, Yun He played the recording for him.

"Dad, do you think it's really standard?" Yun He confirmed with Yun Jianguo again.

"It seems that it is a little non-standard, but it's good enough. At least people can understand it when they go out. Why do we have to pursue multiple standards? Language is a tool for communication. It's enough as long as people can understand it!" Yun Jianguo began to make amends for himself desperately.

"You!" Jin Caiqin punched Yun Jianguo, and Yun Jianguo pretended to be injured and fell on Jin Caiqin.

"Hold on tight, the kids are watching." Jin Caiqin pushed Yun Jianguo straight, "Didn't you just say that people thought you were from Beijing? Why are you saying now that as long as we can communicate in the language, we can continue?"

"That's right. Beijingers speak Mandarin with an accent, right?" Qu Jianguo winked at Yunhe desperately.

Beijingers have an accent, but it's not yours! I don't even know where the tone is.

"Then listen to mine. Isn't it much more standard than yours?" Jin Caiqin said, and began her own reading.

After reading a paragraph, Yunhe made a comment, "Mom is indeed better than Dad. Dad not only has problems with his pitch, but he can't even tell the difference between ten and four. Mom only has some problems with her pitch!"

“Hahaha, your dad’s village is indeed like that!” Jin Caiqin suddenly thought of something and laughed out loud, “Before I married your dad, I went to his house with him. In his village, people call eating ‘slicing rice’. I was wondering what ‘slicing rice’ was, and then they made the action of slicing rice, and then I realized it!”

"Squeaky rice, squeaky rice, isn't that right?"

"No, it's about eating!" the three corrected in unison.

"That's enough. If you keep going on like this, I won't be able to speak normally!" Yun Jianguo sighed and looked at the three people helplessly.

"Well, let's stop laughing. Starting tomorrow, let's start with pinyin!" Yunhe raised his eyebrows and made a decision.

Yun Jianguo had never thought that there was anything wrong with his accent in his entire life, but just now he really wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"Okay, whatever you say!" He could only agree helplessly.

So the next day when the adults were at work, Yunhe continued to sing opera with Grandpa Yun and practice basic skills.

Yuncheng, Yunxiong and Liming chased each other, played chess, and played wooden spear war games.

He Xiaolian now comes to Yunjian Guojia every morning to cook and take care of the children, because Yunjian Guojia has a variety of good ingredients every day and she never gets tired of it.

After lunch, everyone took a nap and Yunhe continued to learn opera.

The three boys continued to play and make noise, while He Xiaolian knitted a sweater with wool.

"Xiao Lian, when the children grow up, have you ever thought about finding something to do?" Grandpa Yang, whose legs and feet are now very flexible, asked his daughter-in-law who poked her eyes in front of him every day.

"Dad, I have to take care of you, how can I have time to do anything else?" He Xiaolian said confidently.

"I can walk and jump now, why do I need you to take care of me?" Old Man Yang knocked the pipe in his hand on the ground and filled it with new tobacco.

"Dad, you won't let me go back to farming, will you?" He Xiaolian felt a little disappointed. She had finally had some leisure time in the city, and now she was asked to go back to farming, she refused.

"Find something to do in the city!" Old Master Yang saw what He Xiaolian was thinking and continued, "Ask your elder brother to help you find a job in a factory or something, and you can get a salary every month."

"But I heard that I have to work shifts at the factory someday, and I can't leave my family." He Xiaolian thought the factory was too tiring, "Why don't I talk to my sister-in-law and ask her to let me work at the clothing store?"

Old Master Yang glanced at He Xiaolian. She had lost 30 kilograms before, and recently gained another 10 kilograms. She was only about 1.5 meters tall, and weighing 130 kilograms was not thin.

"Dad, why are you looking at me? Do you think I can't work in a clothing store?" He Xiaolian was unhappy. "Can't anyone with hands do the work in a clothing store?"

"You're too fat!" Old Master Yang couldn't help but say, "You're so fat, will those clothes look good on you? Will the clothes be sold?"

"Dad, you!" He Xiaolian threw the sweater she was knitting onto the chair and ran away, saying as she ran, "Then can I skip dinner tonight?"

Originally, it was a bit inappropriate for the father-in-law to say that his daughter-in-law was fat, but He Xiaolian forced him to do so, and Mr. Yang had no choice.

At noon the next day, Yunhe found it incredible that He Xiaolian did not even pick up her chopsticks despite her favorite braised pork, and only ate some vegetables.

"Second Aunt, do you want to lose weight?" Yunhe asked.

Yun Xiong stuffed his mouth with the greasy braised pork, "If mom doesn't want to eat it, give it to me!"

"Eat, eat, eat. When you grow up, eat until you look like a pig. Then see if others will despise you!" He Xiaolian picked up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks and gave it to Yun Xiong. "Eat more green vegetables!"

Yun Cheng heard that Second Aunt was disliked because of her fatness, so he asked, "Who disliked Second Aunt? Second Uncle? How dare he dislike you? If you don't want him to, he's so lazy that he can't even find a wife, okay?"

"Not your second uncle!" He Xiaolian said, and glanced at Grandpa Yang.

"Grandpa dislikes your fatness?" Yun Cheng, the young man, asked Grandpa Yang directly, "Grandpa, why do you dislike Second Aunt?"