The rumbling thunder at least gave Yang's mother and daughter some face. After brewing for a while, it started to raindrops as big as beans when the three of them just ran into the door.

"Oh, it rains like this every Qixi Festival." Yang sighed as she brushed the rain off her little daughter's head. "That's right. The Weaver Girl only gets to see her husband once a year, so it's natural that she cries."

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Mother, tomorrow is Qixi Festival."

Yang seemed stunned for a moment: "Maybe... I miss you so much?"

Fortunately, everyone has gone home. The only worry is that there will be several pots and pans in the kitchen and the living room tonight.

"Don't worry," Su Guangfu comforted his wife and children, "We'll hire someone to repair the roof in a few days, and it will stop leaking."

No words were spoken that night.

The next morning, the two children, who had always been sleepy, woke up very early. While Su Qingluan was still changing clothes in her room, she heard the chatter of her younger brother and sister in the yard.

Su Qingluan changed into her skirt, covered her arms, walked out of the room and looked at the sky: Although the sky was not clear today and there were layers of white clouds in the sky, at least it was not raining anymore.

"There is no curfew in the county town today," Yang said with a smile, "We will go to the county town after noon and won't set up the stall today." As she spoke, she poured a basin of wash water onto the land under the eaves where carrots and onions were planted.

Because the Su family ate carrots and onions several more times later, there were already more than ten clumps of plants planted here.

At this time, some of the plants have grown into green seedlings more than a foot tall, while others have just sprouted some tender green tips.

But all in all, it is lush and growing well.

Su Qingluan had the same idea.

It rained so heavily last night that Su Qingluan, half asleep and half awake, felt as if someone had placed a huge invisible iron bucket on the roof and was pouring it down.

The heavy rain made her almost doubt whether the Su family's farmhouse made of loess tiles could withstand such a storm.

It is now clear that her worries were unnecessary.

Su Xuanhe was still a little upset about the fact that his robe was moon white, while the goose yellow cloth belonged to his sister. Seeing his sister wearing the clothes and showing off to his father, mother and sister, he grumbled in a very resentful manner.

But this time the little girl said to Su Xuanhe, "Don't worry, brother. Next time if I have light yellow cloth, I will definitely give it to you!"

After saying that, she turned and ran to Su Qingluan, sighing like a little adult: "Brother lost two teeth and is in a bad mood. I have to be more humble."

Su Qingluan was amused by her serious look: "Xueyan, do you know what 'humility' means?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Maybe, if my brother and I both want something, and I don't fight for it, that's being humble, right?"

This little girl was actually right!

Su Qingluan couldn't help but pinch the girl's smooth cheeks: "My Xueyan is so smart!"

Since she was not setting up the stall in the morning, Su Qingluan went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

However, after entering, Su Qingluan discovered that Yang had already lit the fire and started preparing breakfast. Seeing Su Qingluan come in, she quickly pushed her out: "Hey, you finally got new clothes today, don't be busy, go play with them at Wanmian!"

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with that," Yang said without hesitation, "Mother said you should go play, so you should go play."

Today's breakfast is sorghum rice porridge, two plates of vegetables blanched and mixed with salt, boiled eggs and the "potatoes" that Yang had steamed that morning.

At first, when Su Qingluan heard that there would be steamed "potatoes" today, she was happy for a long time: Could it be that there are sweet potatoes and potatoes in this era?

When Yang took it and looked at it, it turned out to be yam.

But yam is also very good. Although your mouth will feel numb if you eat too much, it has a soft and sticky texture. Su Qingluan thought that if she went to the town to buy spare ribs, she could use the yam to make soup. The taste would be much more delicious than eating it dry.

After breakfast, just after the hour of Chen and still some time before noon, Su Qingluan simply moved the wooden table over and let the two children learn to write.

In order to prevent the two children from getting their new clothes dirty, Su Qingluan put an old coat on each of them, and she also took off her snow-white half-sleeves and put on an old dress.

She was also free today. After assigning tasks to her younger brothers and sisters, she took out some paper and started grinding the ink sticks.

Because the two children were a little young, Su Qingluan was worried that the ink they ground themselves would be uneven in color or even unusable, so she let them use Chinese ink.

So it was the first time for the two children to see something like "ink stick".

"Sister, what is this? It's so beautiful!" Su Xueyan exclaimed in amazement as she looked at the picture of "Red Plum Blossoms Blooming in the Snow" painted with gold powder on the ink stick.

"This is called an ink stick," Su Qingluan said, holding her wrist up and slowly drawing circles with even force. "Pour some clean water on the inkstone and grind it evenly with the ink stick. When the clean water gradually becomes viscous, it means the ink is ready."

After saying that, she took a piece of rice paper that had just been cut, and then took a wolf-hair brush that was as thick, thin and long as chopsticks, dipped it in ink and was about to start writing.

"The sky and earth are dark and yellow, the universe is vast and boundless..."

That’s right, what she was copying was not something else, but the “Thousand Character Classic” written by Zhou Xingsi in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

To be honest, she had not originally planned to write any "enlightenment teaching materials" for her younger brother and sister - after all, she could find a teacher to teach the children to read.

Originally, according to the plan, the Su family's financial situation was now sufficient to support Su Xuanhe's enrollment. When the weather turned cooler last autumn, Su Qingluan wondered if she could ask Old Master Xu about Master Zhou's selection criteria and whether her younger brother could enroll.

But after I mentioned this to my parents last night, the kid heard it. His curiosity about "going to a cram school and studying with children of the same age" was completely replaced by the matter of "changing teeth".

Student Su Xiaoer said that before his two front teeth grew out, he would never go to the private school and be laughed at by other peers!

Although Su Qingluan thought that her brother's reaction was just because he had just changed his teeth in the past two days, he would be fine after a few days of getting used to it.

But she also has to prevent another situation from happening - what if this kid really refuses to go to school until his teeth are completely replaced?

It takes at least a year and a half to replace teeth. Su Xuanhe is seven years old this year. If he waits another one or two years to start school, it might be a bit late.

In order to prevent her younger brother from refusing to go to school and becoming illiterate, Su Qingluan thought that she should at least teach her younger brother some common words.

As for my sister...

"Sister, these two are 'sun' and 'moon'!"

"This is 'Jade'!"

"This word is pronounced 'fire'!"

Look, look, Su Qingluan glanced at Su Xuanhe, who could only stare blankly, with some disdain: The little girl is only three years old, but she already knows several words!

Much better than some of the brothers!