I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

When Mo Yan brought Niu Niu out, Alai had been waiting for more than half an hour.

Seeing the two of them, Alai was not shy at all and shouted, "Sister Mo Yan, I'm here."

"Sister Niuniu, do you still remember me? That night, I wanted to give you a lucky bag, and you encouraged my Alai?"

"I remember! Good morning, Sister Alai. I heard from mom that you will live in our village from now on, right?"

Niu Niu was not shy and ran over and came in front of Ale. Ale immediately squatted down so that his eyes were level with Niu Niu.

Then he nodded seriously, "Yes, from now on I will be a member of our Pei Village. Can I come and play with Niuniu every day?"

Niuniu shook her head quickly, "That won't work. Mom said that young cubs also need to study. How can we play all day? Mom said that you and Teacher Weng De are going to be teachers in our village school, right? So what can you do, Sister Alai?"

"Uh--"

Alaimo paused.

He touched his head, feeling a little helpless, and looked up at Mo Yan helplessly.

Seems like he wants to ask her for help.

Didn’t you say that Weng De would come to teach?

She only knows a few words, how can she be a teacher?

"What's wrong, Sister Alai? Don't you want to teach me?"

How could she not think about this? Of course she did. Alai was anxious and worried that Xiao Niuniu would misunderstand her because of this. What if she didn't like her anymore?

"Niuniu, I can hunt, cook, weave many cages, bamboo baskets, wreaths, and rattan baskets, make earthen stoves, and burn charcoal. Yes, I can also dye linen. I don't know anything else. Do you like any of these?"

As he spoke, Alai's voice became lower and he felt a little lacking in confidence.

As the daughter of Sister Mo Yan, there is no need for Niu Niu to learn these things at all.

Little did they know that after hearing that she knew so many things, both mother and daughter looked at her with admiration.

Pei Zaizai was truly amazed from the bottom of his heart, "Wow, Sister Alai, you are so amazing, how old are you, how come you know so many things?"

"Really? Is there anything that Niuniu likes to learn?"

Instead of being rejected by the other kids, Alai immediately regained some confidence from being a dejected little quail, raised his head and looked at Niu Niu with burning eyes.

"Yes, I want to learn hunting from Sister Alai, learn how to make a clay stove, and learn how to burn charcoal. I want to learn everything."

Pei Zaizai nodded affirmatively.

These are things that will never be taught in schools or books in the future.

But it is a very practical life skill.

She has a great person like her mother to take care of her and she doesn't have to worry about her future livelihood, so she can learn everything that interests her.

She found these things about Alai very interesting.

They are all related to forests and mountains.

"Sister Mo Yan, is it okay?" Alai looked at Mo Yan a little uncertainly.

She felt that these were not the things she should learn in school.

They should be taught like Weng De, who taught reading and writing, or painting, instead of learning hunting or something like that.

Mo Yan nodded without hesitation, "You and Weng De are teachers, you teach whatever you know, and the cubs will learn whatever you teach. Of course you can."

"Oh, okay, Sister Mo Yan, don't worry, I will definitely teach you well."

Hearing Mo Yan's affirmative answer, Alai was no longer worried about what he could do in the village in the future.

She was not bragging. When it came to hunting, only the old hunters in the villagers' families could compare with the mountain people.

And she was the fastest learner among their tribe and the best at setting traps.

If her traps didn't always catch prey, those gold mine thieves wouldn't have thought of using her traps.

This led to such a huge tragedy later.

Thinking of the murderers who harmed their people, Alai's heart was still filled with hatred.

But she also understood that she could not avenge her people alone.

She didn't even know where that group of people had fled to or where they were hiding.

She can only make herself stronger first.

One day, when she has made enough efforts and contributions, she will pray to the mountain god. Maybe the god's will will tell her the path of revenge and where it should lead.

"You don't have to feel too stressed. You are all mountain cubs. Reading and writing are important, but survival skills are equally important. If they never leave the mountains, hunting is more important than reading, so you don't have to underestimate what you know."

Mo Yan's words really touched Alai's heart.

She nodded repeatedly with shining eyes, "Yes, sister Mo Yan is right, I will teach you well, as long as sister Niuniu wants to learn."

"Your students are not just Zizi, there are other kids in the village as well. You don't have to take special care of Zizi. You should treat them all equally."

When Mo Yan saw Alai's look, she was really worried that this little girl would treat other children differently in order to repay her for saving her life.

Alai nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, I know, Sister Mo Yan, I won't."

"Then, during these days, you should think about how to arrange the courses you want to teach after the school is built. Or you can wait for Weng De to be found, and then the two of you can discuss your respective course arrangements together."

"You will temporarily live in the home of the village chief uncle. When the school building is completed, you can live inside the school."

Mo Yan said something and Alai nodded.

She looked so well-behaved that Pei Zaizai felt a little sympathetic for this sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

Her mother had told her about her affairs in detail last night, so Pei Zaizai knew that Alai could be said to have no relatives at all now.

Alas, it was even worse than her previous life.

"Mom, if Sister Alai teaches us hunting, can she still teach us if we don't need to go to school for the time being?"

Pei Zaizai's crisp words immediately reminded the two people.

"Yes, you are teaching survival skills. It doesn't matter if there are classrooms for now. The busy farming season is still a few days away. When it's over, the villagers will quickly build houses. You can take this opportunity to gather all the children in the village who can run and jump, classify them, and find out what each child wants to learn. What is it called, and teach them separately."

Alai also nodded immediately, "Okay, Sister Mo Yan, I understand."

"When Weng De comes, Alai, you and all the little cubs must continue to learn cultural courses. It is not enough to just know a few words. The culture of the Chinese people is envied by the whole world. We can't let it be so lonely."

Mo Yan's words were spoken out of emotion. Many years after the end of the world, all foreign languages, such as English, were gone because most people in those countries had died.

Those who survived could not give birth to offspring, so their culture naturally could not be passed on. On the contrary, the Chinese had the advantage of a larger population ratio, and with the subsequent increase in the number of people who awakened their special powers, although it was difficult, they still managed to preserve some of the culture.

Even if no more cubs are born 30 years after the apocalypse, the textbooks will still try their best to preserve some information on how to raise cubs.

It is so that one day, the flame of their humanity can continue, but the cultural heritage is lost. What should they do?

Is it just living for survival?