Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

Recalling the days when we were hungry, meat was so out of reach, and rice and steamed buns were even more of a luxury.

Now, not only are our daily meals rich, but we also have these sweet and crispy bean sprouts, which make us feel relaxed and happy.

It is said that the newly built greenhouse is about to have a good harvest. The place is lush and green, and the vegetables are thriving. When the news came, everyone's heart couldn't help but feel a little sweet and expectant. Life is becoming more colorful and interesting step by step.

In the greenhouse, sunlight shines through the transparent film, covering this small world with a layer of golden gauze.

Zhang Laoer watched Liu Mao carefully taking care of each seedling, and his heart was filled with satisfaction and trust.

Although Liu Mao looks rough, he is actually very meticulous. He is undoubtedly the best choice to manage the greenhouse.

Just as all affairs were progressing in an orderly manner, Boss Zhang's words broke the existing calm.

"You mean, we should start planning to build a school now?"

Zhang Laoer looked at his brother, a hint of confusion between his brows.

The school is certainly a major project, but why is it so urgent?

Boss Zhang immediately explained that the intention was not to start construction right away, but to start educating the children first.

Xu Liyun, who is usually sharp-eyed and careful, is deeply worried about the indolence and idleness of the children in the village.

Although the logistics team has tried its best to absorb some of the children, more children are still wandering around without any supervision.

Some of them played with the sheep in the fields and quarreled with Shuanzi and his friends; some braved the cold water on the river bank in winter; even worse, some of them fought with each other because of boredom, and the adults mostly turned a blind eye to it.

"You feel the same way?"

Boss Zhang's question touched upon Xu Liyun's worries.

She nodded, her tone full of worry. "Those children, the sensible ones play by themselves, while the naughty ones cause trouble everywhere. Some even venture to the river in the severe winter. Some fight simply because they have nothing to do. Although they are all small matters, if we develop a habit and think that conflicts are inevitable, what should we do if they lead to a big disaster in the future?"

"So what specific plans do you have?"

Boss Zhang's words were full of expectations.

"I can teach them literacy and tell them stories for free every morning. No registration is required and they can come and listen at any time. This may help reduce the number of them running around outside. As for the afternoon, Mingyi and the others can organize two teams to confront each other..."

"Confrontation?"

Zhang Laoer and Xu Liyun exchanged puzzled looks.

They naturally trusted Boss Zhang as he was a teacher and an educator, but how could he, who had always been gentle, actually suggest that the children have a "confrontation"?

Zhang Laoer pondered for a moment, then denied his initial misunderstanding.

My eldest brother is definitely not a person who advocates the use of force.

tell a story?

Detachment?

Is it...

He asked tentatively, "Do you want to teach them how to deploy their troops?"

Boss Zhang laughed and clarified, "It's not that complicated. I just want to teach them how to play Cuju, and I need your help in this matter. As for the formation, I'll mention it in passing to see if the kids are interested."

This proposal can not only restrain children, but also test one's own teaching ability, and perhaps even discover future generals among the children.

Seeing that Boss Zhang was eager to try, and thinking of his past depression, this opportunity seemed particularly precious.

Even if you are teaching children, it is worth a try.

Seeing the worried but reluctant expression on his sister-in-law's face, Zhang Laoer said with a smile: "Liyun, please check the pulse of big brother. If his physical condition allows, we have no objection. What do you think, sister-in-law?"

"Of course that's fine. I'll trouble you, sister-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Zhang's eldest sister-in-law readily agreed.

As long as she is in good health, she has nothing to worry about.

After a while, Xu Liyun completed the pulse diagnosis and announced that everything was normal. Only then did Zhang's sister-in-law feel relieved.

At this time, Zhang Mingyi, who had been listening silently, finally plucked up the courage and asked in a low voice: "Dad, do I have to go to class in the morning from now on?"

"Yes, together."

Boss Zhang's answer was concise and firm.

"What about me, Dad? Should I go too?"

Zhang Wuya followed closely behind, her voice full of anticipation.

"Go ahead. Tomorrow both of you will go and listen to Daddy's stories."

When facing his daughter, Boss Zhang's tone is always exceptionally soft, and his fatherly love is almost overflowing.

It is not difficult to see that in the Zhang family, the daughters are undoubtedly the apple of their eye and enjoy meticulous love. There is no doubt about this.

Zhang Louxuan, who was standing by, was confused by the adults' conversation at first, but when he heard the word "storytelling", his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered a new world.

He quickly ran to Boss Zhang, hugged his uncle's legs tightly with his hands, raised his young face, and his eyes were full of desire: "I want to hear stories too! Uncle's stories."

This childish request caused everyone to laugh, but the little guy didn't understand the fun of it and just shouted "Uncle" even more vigorously.

"Okay, uncle will tell you a story tomorrow."

Boss Zhang promised.

"No, I want to listen now!"

The little guy refused to give up. He twisted his body like a spoiled child, insisting on hearing the story right away.

"Zhang Louxuan!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang's father solemnly called out his son's full name, trying to stop him with his fatherly authority.

However, the little guy didn't seem to be scared. Instead, he simply crawled into his uncle's arms, looking like he would not let go even if he was beaten to death. His innocent yet stubborn eyes made people around him laugh.

"Uncle, I'm really scared!"

The little boy had tears in his eyes, and he held Zhang Lao Da's waist tightly with both hands. His voice was trembling with help, "Daddy seems to be really angry this time. He said he would teach me a lesson. Uncle, you must help me. Go and beat him up, and tell him not to beat me up."

Zhang Laoda patted his nephew's back gently, deliberately frowned, pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Alas, but uncle really can't beat your powerful father. Your father is much stronger than uncle."

The little boy blinked his big eyes, seemingly not caring about the reason. Instead, he answered confidently, "It's okay, uncle. You know what? Although daddy looks very serious, as long as uncle speaks, daddy will always listen. Just ask daddy not to hit me."

Zhang Ming frowned slightly when he heard this, and was curious and puzzled: "Brother, why do you think Second Uncle listens to Dad so much? Why have I never seen Dad instruct Second Uncle to do anything big?"

The little boy tilted his head, with a childish face but clear logic: "Every time my mother takes me out to play, she tells me that I should listen to my brother when I am outside. If I don't listen, my brother will punish me. So, as Daddy's brother, Daddy should also listen to Uncle like I listen to my brother. If I don't listen, can Uncle also 'punish' Daddy?"

When he said this, there was a sly gleam in his eyes, and he was obviously quite pleased with his own reasoning.

These innocent yet witty words made the adults around them laugh and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.