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

"Oh, Master, aren't we going to learn to read today? I remember you promised yesterday that you would teach us today."

A little boy asked expectantly, his hands tightly grasping the literacy textbook that had been read and looked a little worn, his eyes flashing with a desire for knowledge.

"I will teach you, but there's no rush. Before we start, I have a question for everyone. Does anyone among you know how your last name came about?"

Boss Zhang looked around with a gentle and deep gaze, as if he was looking for an answer that could touch his soul.

"I know. My last name is Guo."

A little girl raised her hand, her voice clear and pleasant, like the first bird song in early spring, breaking the silence in the classroom.

"My surname is Liu."

Following closely was the voice of a little boy, who seemed a little shy, but the determination in his eyes could not be ignored.

"My surname is Qi."

"My last name is Fu."

The rest of the children responded, and one by one reported their surnames, as if they were competing, for fear of falling behind.

At this time, a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old stood in a slightly lazy posture, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Facing the naive questions and answers of these children, he seemed to think they were too simple, so he interrupted and said, "Teacher, there are only a few surnames in our village, who doesn't know them?"

Boss Zhang was not angry at the boy's interruption. He still had a calm smile on his face. He just raised his eyes slightly and lingered on the boy for a short while, as if silently reminding him. Then he continued, "So, have you ever thought about why your surnames are Guo, Qi, Liu, or Fu? What stories are hidden behind these surnames?"

"Because my father's last name is Qi, so my last name is Qi too."

A little boy sitting in the front row, the little son named Qi Kai, answered in a baby voice.

He is only five years old this year, but he is the smart guy in the class, with a completely different personality from his steady brother.

"Then why is your father's last name Zhou?"

Boss Zhang patiently guided the children to think deeply.

"That's easy. Just follow Grandpa's last name!"

The little boy answered as a matter of course, with an innocent look on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, a hearty laughter rang out around him. The little boy's grandfather stood behind the crowd, his face full of pride and satisfaction.

Seeing this, the little guy was a little confused and didn't understand why his answer caused such laughter.

"Then why is your grandfather's last name Zhou?"

The little boy frowned, as if he was trying hard to think about this question. After a moment, his eyes lit up and he said proudly, "Of course it's because of grandpa's dad!"

"Then who is Grandpa's father?"

The questions were like a chain of questions, making the little boy more and more confused. In the end, he could only scratch his head and cheeks, looking so naive that the people around him burst into cheerful laughter again.

Most of the adults present were elderly people with gray hair. They themselves might not be able to clearly trace the origins of their own surnames. At the moment, they just felt that this scene was very interesting and regarded it as a spice of life.

"Mr. Zhang, please don't keep us in suspense. We can't wait to hear your story."

It was still the same young man, although his attitude seemed a little impatient, but Boss Zhang did not care. Instead, he continued to delve into the topic according to his established plan.

"Surnames are a symbol of family bloodline inheritance. You have inherited your father's surname since birth. This is the relay of culture and life. Today, let's explore and talk about the origin and story of this ancient surname."

Boss Zhang's voice is like the gurgling of a stream, gentle yet powerful. He slowly unfolds this seemingly profound topic in a vivid and lifelike way.

As Boss Zhang told his story, the children listened attentively, and even the adults present were immersed in it and did not want to leave.

Zhang Louxuan sat obediently aside and the whole class was in good order, which made Xu Liyun and Zhang Lao Da very satisfied, so they quietly withdrew.

"Whose child is that boy who asked the question just now? Why is he so casual? He doesn't even consider the occasion. Is he here to cause trouble?"

There was some worry in Xu Liyun's tone. After all, such behavior seemed somewhat inappropriate.

Zhang Laoer understood Xu Liyun's concerns, but he didn't know the boy himself.

Zhangjia Village is a large village with thousands of households, so it is understandable that you don't know a few of them.

"I don't know. I don't have a deep impression of him."

Zhang Laoer's answer was rather bland.

"I don't have any impression of him. Could he be from our village?"

Xu Liyun put forward a hypothesis.

Even though she had lived here for several months, even if she couldn't call out everyone's name, at least most of the faces should be familiar.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Laoer stopped, turned his head and stared at Xu Liyun, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"What did you say? Not from our village?"

He seemed to be touched by the idea as well.

"I just feel a little strange. Maybe I am overthinking. After all, if someone from another village came in, there would be so many eyes watching in the village, it is impossible for them not to know."

As soon as Xu Liyun finished speaking, she began to doubt herself, thinking that she might have been overthinking.

Although Zhang Laoer did not express his opinion, he had already started to ponder it in his heart.

In Zhangjia Village, most children over the age of fifteen have joined the carpentry group or the logistics group to help the development of the village.

Is the only young man just now really from this village?

The storytelling in the morning not only attracted the children, but also the experienced elders who felt that they were not satisfied and expressed their wish to hear another story.

However, Master Zhang had said in advance that he would only tell one story in the morning, and he also taught each child how to write his or her own name and let them practice on their own.

If the child still cannot write his or her name before the story is told the next day, he or she will not be able to participate in the storytelling activity until he or she learns it.

In order not to miss any wonderful story moments, the children spontaneously picked up twigs and practiced stroke by stroke on the dusty ground without any urging from adults. Their seriousness and perseverance were very touching.

"Hey, my kid is always restless, it's rare for him to have a moment to calm down like this."

A burly man from the building team looked at the children under the shade of the trees from afar with a gratified smile on his face.

"That's right! When my little ancestor gets mad, the roof is about to be blown off. Every time I want to discipline him, my mother and wife always protect him and won't let me do anything."

Another equally strong man shook his head and smiled bitterly, his words full of helplessness and doting.

"It's the same in my family. I hope he can study hard this time. When the school is built in the future, I will definitely send him to study and learn something serious."

The third man took over the conversation, his eyes full of expectations for the future.