After the Lesser Heat, summer truly begins. The millet, broomcorn millet, and soybeans in the fields have been hoeed two or three times, and the ridges are almost closed. The corn and sorghum have also sprouted and are beginning to grow rapidly.

Hearing that many vegetables in the village's backyard were ripe for harvest, Zhou Jiao did not dare to take her son back to the village.

"If a child does not teach, it is the father's fault. If a child does not teach strictly, it is the teacher's laziness. If a child does not learn, it is not right. If a child does not learn when he is young, what will he do when he grows old?"

For the sake of her children, Zhou Jiao is now working very hard and has finally drawn two illustrated books for children to learn how to read.

Since the child is precocious and has extraordinary strength, she will educate and train him in advance.

To help her child learn how to control his strength, she spent two hours every afternoon playing with him in the mud or with tofu, using fruits and toys of varying hardness and softness, demonstrating over and over again in a gentle voice, guiding him to do it.

In order for the child to understand what she said, she spoke simple words every day, repeatedly demonstrated her actions, and guided him to understand body movements.

In order to make her children aware of safety, she would often deliberately reach into the stove fire to make them scream; she would prick the bleeding spots with a needle and pretend to cry.

After many, many hands-on efforts, I finally saw my child easily hold the tofu with moderate strength and never let it break; I saw my child shaking his head when he saw scissors and other sharp objects; I saw my child speaking words more and more clearly and learning more monosyllabic words.

Zhou Jiao knew that all her hard work was not in vain.

The last time they went out on the street, Zhou Jiao gestured to shut the mouth again, and then the mother and son went out for a walk. The child opened his mouth, and she gestured, and he quickly shut up. Only after returning home did he shout "cow".

At that moment, she couldn't help shedding tears. With tears in her eyes, she felt even more heartbroken when the child touched her face.

Zhou Jiao didn't know whether this kind of education was good or bad, but before her child turned one, she couldn't, and didn't want anyone to notice her child's intelligence. Her only wish was for her child to be safe.

This afternoon, Zhou Jiao stayed with her son, thinking over and over again for a long time, and finally made up her mind.

She wanted to take her son for a walk in a nearby city before August, so that he could understand when to keep silent and when to act without restraint.

During working hours, Zhang Guoqing is very busy. Except for going home to eat and sleep at night, Zhou Jiao hasn't seen him during the day for a long time.

On weekends, Zhang Guoqing is even busier, busy getting up early and working late to reap the joy of a good harvest. Zhou Jiao hasn't seen him on weekends for a long time.

One weekend, when Zhang Guoqing was driving a bullock cart home from the village early, he saw the three-wheeled vehicle driven away by Zhou Jiao. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, secretly happy that his wife had come to her senses and knew to take the children out for a walk.

He happily moved all the things and drove the ox cart back to the village.

Daming City is famous for its lotus pond. Lotus flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance fills the air.

At this moment, Zhou Jiao was holding the baby carrier in front, with Ping An in her arms, pointing at the lotus, and she was explaining in a soft voice.

Passersby sometimes stopped and looked at the mother and child beside the lotus with a smile.

She goes wherever her son points.

When the time came, Zhou Jiao and her son happily went to a distant place and got on a sidecar.

We drove all the way to the countryside, asked the locals for directions, and then parked the car at a place of sustenance.

Follow the dirt road to a sandy area.

A fellow villager was quite surprised to see Zhou Jiao. When he learned that she had come from the provincial capital to buy watermelons and melons, he looked at her with a puzzled look.

If someone had seen Zhou Jiao for the first time, they would definitely not recognize her. Her dark yellow skin masked her original beauty, and her two thick black braids were tied with red ropes.

The fellow villager secretly cursed the spendthrift woman in his heart, saying that she only cared about her mouth and didn't take good care of the child.

The simple fellow villager finally took her to the village captain.

After some negotiation, two ox carts pulled watermelons from the village to the tree under the main road one after another.

As cars passed by, the drivers looked curiously at the village women selling watermelons by the roadside while holding their children.

Occasionally, a car stopped to ask the price, and Zhou Jiao smiled and shook her head. She was afraid it wouldn't be enough, so how could she sell it?

Half an hour passed and seeing that no cars were passing by, she looked around, resolutely put away all the watermelons, and walked quickly with her child in her arms.

After returning to the town, Zhou Jiao rode a sidecar closer to the provincial capital and started driving towards the corner alley again.

After a while of bumpy dirt road, Ping An in my arms giggled.

This time, Zhou Jiao found a kindly woman and followed her around to collect fruits and vegetables. She didn't dare ask for eggs. If you bought something with coupons, people would look at it differently.

After collecting a full bucket of wheat, two bamboo baskets were hung on the back. Village woman Zhou Jiao went from village to village collecting wheat in a heroic and proud manner.

I reached the end again and looked at the provincial road ahead.

Zhou Jiao gestured to her son whether to go forward or backward. Seeing him blinking his big eyes and staring at her, she pointed to the front again - play, and pointed to the back - dad.

The child immediately pointed behind him.

This made Zhou Jiao laugh out loud and she kissed him several times.

The next day, Zhang Guoqing went to work, and Zhou Jiao drove the sidecar out of the county again.

Seeing the intersection ahead, she pulled over and talked to her son in her arms.

She pointed in the direction of the provincial capital, and whispered about playing and eating, while making gestures that made the child shake his head.

Alas... not to mention the children, she also lost interest in the repeated pasts in that direction.

After thinking about it, Zhou Jiao stared at the left and looked at her watch - let's give it a try!

She mentioned water again, making wavy gestures and saying take a bath. Sure enough, her son, the little genius, pointed to the left and giggled, saying water, let's go.

In order to let her son know the difference between water and sea, Zhou Jiao stopped and asked questions along the way, took shortcuts, and the bumpy road allowed the child to fall asleep peacefully.

At 11:00 am, she lifted the blanket and burst out laughing. Seeing the child rubbing his eyes, she quickly took out a warm towel to wipe his little face and handed him a bottle.

After finishing a bottle of milk, the mother and son finally arrived at the house of Lao Wang, who sells crabs, before twelve o'clock.

When Lao Wang came out and saw Zhou Jiao, he looked behind her and was very scared.

Zhou Jiao made an excuse - she had relatives in the village below, and after the time passed, she would go back with the other party.

After a conversation, Zhou Jiao still asked him to prepare crabs, as she really couldn't take the other seafood away.

What does it feel like to face the sea in the summer? Zhou Jiao didn't know that at this moment, her son's giggle made her feel happy.

A large piece of oil paper was spread on the beach. The mother and son were having a lot of fun, one building a castle and the other pushing the castle. The children from the fishing farm came over to join in the fun.

The candies Zhou Jiao gave made the children happy to take out various conch shells and blow them.

Ping'an's attention was quickly attracted by the cries of seagulls and the small crabs running around on the beach. He pulled Zhou Jiao and pointed forward, indicating that they were going to leave.

Zhou Jiao supported him with both hands, watching him move slowly and quickly step by step, watching him angrily grab sand and throw it at the little crab that had escaped.

She smiled faintly. She wanted to say: Child, in the future, there will be more and more things you won't be able to possess at will. Just like right now, you don't yet have the strength to run, so you can't possess them. Even if you vent your anger, things that are gone are still gone. So, child, grow up slowly, acquire abilities, and only then will you have peace in your life.

Zhou Jiao's thoughts were interrupted by her son's actions. She watched him look at her little hand in surprise, then he grabbed the sand again, and once again the sand slipped from his hand.

The child looked at her, waiting for her to explain. This time Zhou Jiao didn't speak. She reached out and gently grasped a handful of sand. After a moment, she turned her hand back and dropped it. She reached out and grabbed another handful, holding it tightly. Gradually, the sand became less and less, leaving only a small handful of sand in her palm.

Watching the child lower his head and start trying to grab the sand repeatedly, she sat on the beach, holding him on her lap, and just watched Ping An silently.

After a long time, perhaps Ping An understood that the more you want to hold on to something, the easier it is to lose it. Perhaps he still doesn't understand why the things he holds tightly will eventually betray him and leave.

Zhou Jiao thought that maybe when the child grows up, he will understand this feeling of helplessness.

Seeing that he was about to start a new game, Zhou Jiao smiled and silently supported and accompanied him.

Zhou Jiao and her son repeated the game over and over again. When the child got tired, she would start feeding him solid food and milk when no one was around.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Jiao picked him up and told him that it was time to go back to his father.

What is family love? This is - looking at the sea peacefully and talking about leaving.

Seeing his reluctant look, Zhou Jiao secretly collected two large buckets of sea water, two large buckets of sand, starfish, and conchs. She hoped that her child would be happy to see the sea and the beach at home.

On the return trip, Zhou Jiao set out again with high spirits and confidence, carrying two large baskets of crabs and a basket of seafood caught from the sea.

At this moment, Zhang Guoqing in the county town was almost going crazy with anxiety.

When he returned home in the morning to get some documents, he found that his wife and son were not at home. He didn't pay much attention to them, thinking they were out shopping.

He deliberately postponed his colleagues' invitations at noon and found that his wife and son were not at home. He didn't care and thought they went out to play and forgot the time.

He returned home again at two o'clock in the afternoon and found that his wife and son were still not at home. He couldn't help but care.

Zhang Guoqing finally discovered that his wife and son had gone out to explore the world. He tried hard to recall, searching the yard and the room for any traces of them.

After a long time, he had to admire his wife. If it weren't for the lack of gasoline, he wouldn't be able to find a single clue.

After returning to his unit and taking a leave, he rode his bicycle around the county looking for a wife.

As the sun set and the sky grew darker, Zhang Guoqing went from being angry to panicking, praying to all the gods he knew, and gradually becoming discouraged.

Standing on the street, looking at the main road, he began to wonder if he had been kidnapped. But that was impossible. His Jiaojiao was no fool. The drugs she carried with her could easily knock out a thousand people.

The familiar sound of a sidecar came from afar. Zhang Guoqing smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking he was hallucinating again. Then he was completely stunned.

As the sound got closer, he woke up and vowed to tie up the mother and daughter with a rope.

Looking at the bright smile that was becoming clearer and clearer, he closed his eyes. After all, he was too busy. It was good that he was back, as long as he was back safely.

Zhou Jiao stuck out her tongue and gave him a foolish smile to please him.

That night, Zhou Jiao swore again and again that she would tell him where she was going next time she went out, and thus she escaped the last disaster.