After teaching a few children to read it aloud several times, Song Anxin began having each of them try to explain the meaning of the sentence. If she found any problems, she would correct and supplement them in time.

Fortunately, these two sentences were relatively easy, and even the younger ones, including Lin Fengnian and Zhang Mei, were able to say the gist of them. Song Anxin praised them one by one.

Next, Song Anxin began to teach them to write. Although Song Anxin was not good at calligraphy, she could still write with charcoal.

"Next, I'm going to teach you some basic strokes for writing characters. Characters are generally composed of many strokes. Look here, this is a horizontal stroke..."

Song Anxin said a stroke, and then drew it on the wooden board.

Song Anxin didn't teach much, only the four strokes: horizontal, vertical, left-falling, and right-falling. After all, it was the first lesson, and they had just started learning.

Finally, it was time for math class. First, we taught them to recognize ten numbers. Once they could recognize them, we moved on to writing them. This was very difficult for them, who had only just learned a few strokes of the alphabet. Moreover, these were all capital numbers. Song Anxin didn't push them too hard and could only teach them slowly later. First, she wanted them to memorize these ten numbers.

Thinking it over, I taught them the Arabic numerals from one to ten, since they are easy to write and remember. Everyone clearly prefers these Arabic numerals.

"These numbers are for my own counting; I find them convenient. You can use these numbers for bookkeeping and accounting, but you can't write them in any articles, understand?"

"Understood," everyone replied in unison.

Lin Fenghe thought her mother was even more amazing; she could actually create her own characters, and these numbers were easy to remember and write.

At this moment, Lin Fengyao, who was sitting below, raised his hand, and Song Anxin gestured for him to proceed.

Lin Fengyao said, "Mother, I think the ten numbers you came up with are much easier to remember. Why don't people use them?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Song Anxin smiled and said, "Then you should study hard in the future and try to spread these numbers so that everyone will know how to use them."

Who would have thought that the numbers Song Anxin taught would actually end up in classrooms at various universities, and that these numbers would be used to mark quantities in textbooks and even in arithmetic books?

As the class drew to a close, Song Anxin taught them addition and subtraction within ten numbers, which was easy for them. To make teaching easier, Song Anxin also taught them some commonly used mathematical symbols such as the plus sign and minus sign, which helped the boys learn even faster.

After the class ended, Song Anxin said, "Everyone should remember to review after learning, so that the impression will be more profound. There is a saying that goes, 'Reviewing the old to learn the new, one can become a teacher.'"

This means that reviewing previously learned knowledge can lead to new understanding and insights; based on this...

The group responded in unison.

"Alright, that concludes today's lesson. get out of class dismissed!"

When the class ended, everyone felt like they hadn't done anything; it was all Mom talking. Yet, they felt exhausted but also full of energy. It was a strange feeling.

Lin Fenghe asked, "Then, Mother, will you tell us a story again today?" The children looked at their mother with anticipation.

Song Anxin didn't expect everyone to still be thinking about this. It was getting dark, and the whole family would probably have to take a bath in the dark, even though there was moonlight.

She thought for a moment and said, "We won't talk about it today. You all should take some time to digest what we've learned today. Tomorrow, we'll start our class earlier so you can wash up earlier and we can continue the lesson then."

None of them objected. Although they also wanted to hear the story, they did need to review what their mother had taught them today.

The family went to bed. Song Anxin was exhausted after a busy day and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Lin Fenghe and Lin Fengyao, however, were still awake, muttering to themselves.

Upon closer listening, Lin Fengyao realized it was the content of Song Anxin's lecture that day. As if suddenly remembering something, he paused and asked Lin Fenghe, who was lying next to him, "Third Brother, what did Xi Xiangyuan mean again?"

...

Lin Fengnian and Zhang Mei were also awake inside. Lin Fengnian closed his eyes and silently read, "At the beginning of life, people are inherently good. And what was that about again, Meizi, do you remember?"

Zhang Mei was speechless. This was the sixth time her husband had asked her. Sometimes she would remember the beginning but forget the end, and when she finally remembered the end, she would forget the beginning.

Fortunately, I made a point of asking my third brother several times before going back to my room, otherwise the couple would have been completely lost.

At this moment, Lin Fengshou, who was sleeping on the floor in the main room, looked at the numbers on the wooden board again and again, imprinting them firmly in his mind, and even gesturing with his hands to imitate the pattern.

Song Anxin was fast asleep, unaware of how diligent and eager to learn these children were.

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The next day, the crowing of roosters woke up the entire Linjia Village.

Zhang Mei came out of her room and bumped into her mother-in-law. Zhang Mei looked incredulous and asked in surprise, "Mom, when did you get up?!"

Song Anxin: "......??"

It seems that in her daughter-in-law's eyes, she is already a mother-in-law who often sleeps in late. Indeed, ever since Zhang Mei and Lin Fengnian got married and she got up earlier than them, she has always gotten up later than them.

However, Song Anxin felt wronged. She didn't get up late at all. After arriving here, there were no entertainment activities at night. At most, she would tell stories to a few children. She was considered to be an early riser and early sleeper. She got up at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) every morning, which would be only 6 AM in modern times.

But the younger ones actually got up earlier than her, especially Zhang Mei. By the time she got up, she had already washed and hung up all their clothes, and breakfast was almost ready.

However, it seems that every household in this farming family gets up so early; well, she just can't get used to it.

She laughed awkwardly, "Hehe, about the same as you, I just got up. Mom will go wash up first."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Anxin ran off, afraid that her daughter-in-law would notice something amiss.

Zhang Mei stared at her mother-in-law's back with some confusion, muttering to herself, "Why is she sweating so much after just getting up?"

In reality, Song Anxin went to the backyard to practice her martial arts. She couldn't afford to neglect her mixed martial arts training. In this ancient world where safety was low and laws were not so comprehensive, how could she survive without some self-defense skills?

Most importantly, she felt that this body was too fat. The original owner of this body was really lazy and gluttonous, and she was determined to lose weight.

Of course, these things can't be practiced in front of the family. Other things can be said to be learned from books. As for kung fu techniques, they are hard to explain.

So Song Anxin decided to get up earlier than them every morning and practice for half an hour first, since she went to bed early anyway.

After Song Anxin finished washing up, the boys gradually got up, and the family began to eat breakfast. It was still golden millet porridge, which Song Anxin requested. Millet porridge is nutritious and especially good to eat in the morning, particularly for these children who have been malnourished for a long time.

They also served wild vegetable pancakes. Although the dishes were simple, it was quite unique for the farmers in Linjia Village who only ate two meals a day.