The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Chunniang had something on her mind and did not give Tao Mo any time to say anything. She pushed him out of the door, and the door closed with a bang.

Tao Mo muttered a few words, and seeing that Chunniang was still unwilling to open the door, he hurriedly took out half of the steamed bun from his pocket, stuffed most of it into his mouth, and walked away with a clatter.

Chunniang listened to him walking away, and hurried to the door of the east wing of the main house, saying:

"Grandpa, I'm Chunniang. I'm coming in. I have something to say."

Then she pushed the door open and saw Old Man Ning sitting on the kang with his eyes closed, wondering what he was thinking about.

Hearing his granddaughter-in-law's voice, he opened his eyes, with a pair of cloudy eyes, and slowly said, "What's the matter?"

Chunniang has been married for more than a year, but she is not very familiar with the old man. She is a little afraid of this serious old man.

"Grandpa, Tao Mo just came home and said that the village will start military service soon."

"Well, don't panic. We agreed when our family split up that your second uncle will go to serve in the military. Yuan Ge'er will not go. Don't worry."

"No, Tao Ge'er said, he said, Second Uncle and Second Aunt talked privately, he won't go, let Yuan Mo go."

Chunniang hesitated, looked at Mr. Ning's expression, and whispered the most important words.

"Dare he?"

Old man Ning suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and roared, which scared Chunniang.

"Well, don't be afraid, Chunniang, don't think too much. Yuande is just dreaming. He is taking advantage but not taking responsibility. That won't work.

Don't worry, I'll talk to him.

As long as I am here, he can't do anything wrong."

Chunniang nodded and left the room.

I went back to the room and continued doing the questions on the abacus, but I was a little absent-minded.

At noon, everyone came back from the fields, washed their hands and had lunch.

With the sample from the previous day, Chunniang continued to make soup for Song Yuan and others.

But this time she only added lard and wild vegetables, and didn't dare to add eggs.

Her mother-in-law is not afraid of her grandmother, she is quite scary.

After everyone finished eating, Zhou Yue found Song Yuan and said, “Please forgive me, Master Song, I saw you guys went out to practice this morning, and I don’t know when you will be back, so we will go to the fields first.

I didn’t get up early to teach you as promised.”

"It's okay, I didn't think it through. I didn't expect you to go to work in the fields so early in the morning without eating breakfast.

I used to hear my grandfather say that farmers have hard work, but I didn’t take it seriously. Now I know that it is indeed hard work.”

"How about we change the lecture to lunch time?"

"it is good."

So, other irrelevant people went to have lunch, and Zhou Yue sat in the yard with a group of yamen runners.

She took out a small slate and drew on it with the charcoal she used to teach the children to write.

Let’s talk about theoretical knowledge first, and remind you not to use your friends for practice.

After briefly explaining the principle, Zhou Yue called out his eldest daughter and demonstrated the triangle choke on her.

Of course you can't really use any strength, just pretend.

This is no joke. Someone could die if you're not careful.

When Yang Mo heard the noise, she couldn't sleep either, so she came out to watch.

Seeing this, Zhou Yue asked Qing Mo to try it out on his sister.

Then Zhou Yue corrected the wrong parts of her movements and affirmed the correct parts.

Yang Mo was eager to try it and asked to do it again.

Yang Mo finished it with very standard movements.

Then Song Yuan asked everyone to work in pairs, do it with each other, and Zhou Yue would check.

Everyone learned very quickly, and after an hour, Zhou Yue was sure that everyone had mastered the key points of the movements.

I don’t know when, the silent child had already come to the yard and started learning with everyone.

He had no experimental subjects, so he held Brother Dao in his arms and studied him.

When Zhou Yue saw Brother Dao's kicking legs, he realized that he was almost strangled to death by the little boy.

He hurried to rescue Brother Dao, and the little boy felt guilty for almost strangling his friend.

Zhou Yue tried to comfort him, but suddenly it occurred to him that it was very inconvenient for the child to have no name.

You can't always call him "hey" or "that kid".

Zhou Yue asked Song Yuan at the beginning if he knew his name.

Song Yuan smiled bitterly. If he knew his name, it would be easier to find out his background.

He only learned from the human traffickers that the child had been resold many times because he was smart, had a good memory, and was unruly.

It seemed like he had been abducted for nearly three years.

"Three years? How old is he?" Zhou Yue exclaimed.

"I don't know. From the looks of it, maybe three, maybe four, but never more than five."

Zhou Yue looked at the skinny child and felt heartbroken. He wondered what this child had been through.

The child comforted the crying Dao Ge, listened to the adults' conversation, walked to the slate and picked up the charcoal pencil.

By the way, he seems to be able to read.

So who taught him to read?

If he was trafficked when he was less than one year old, his family would definitely not teach a baby to read.

If it was taught by human traffickers, that would be incredible.

The possibility is almost zero, not to mention whether there are any literate people among the traffickers.

Just say that the human traffickers took him everywhere and it was difficult for him to protect himself, so how could he have the time and energy to teach a child that he would not be able to raise for long.

In the eyes of human traffickers, these are goods, not people.

They often beat and scold their children, and they certainly won't be kind enough to teach them to read.

It would be interesting if this child could write.

The child solemnly wrote the word "Xu" on the slate.

Could it be that he heard people talking about his name and didn't want to be randomly given someone else's surname, so he wrote down his own surname?

"It seems your last name is Xu?" Zhou Yue asked.

The child nodded seriously, with a hint of smile in his narrow eyes.

"What's your name?"

Zhou Yue continued to ask.

The boy shook his head, indicating that he didn't remember.

Poor thing. Zhou Yue thought for a moment and said, "I can give you a name first, and then call you back to your original name after I find your family, okay?"

The boy nodded.

"Well, I think Mr. Song has already told you that you will be raised in my house from now on, and you have to call me mother.

You still have your original surname, so just follow the order of your brothers and sisters and call yourself Junmo.

Xu Junmo, how are you?"

"Good name." Song Yuan praised.

"It sounds nice, Jun Mo, Xu Jun Mo. It sounds nice."

Qing Mo heard it from the side and smiled at Jun Mo.

Jun Mo's tense little face also smiled.

Then everyone laughed.

That’s all we’ll teach you today. We’ll learn CPR and artificial respiration tomorrow.

Everyone dispersed and continued to work in the fields in the afternoon.

In the second half of the day, a group of people were busy working in the fields.

There is a lot of rain, and the grass in the field will grow very tall if you don't take care of it for two days.

The most annoying thing about tending to crops is weeding.

Fortunately, with the help of Lord Song and others, today's work was completed quickly.

Before it was time to go back, Xuan Mo came to the field.

"Why do we have to end school so early today?" Qian asked, looking at her beloved grandson.

"The teacher had something to do at home today, so he asked us to review our lessons on our own in the afternoon. He said we could go home after we finished reciting the Hundred Family Names and Three Character Classic with the senior."

"Oh, then was my brother Xuan the first one to finish reciting it?"

Zhou Yue said, "With the help of Lord Song these days, you don't need to work in the fields. Go back and review the Tao Te Ching and some ancient poems I taught you last night. I will check them in the evening."