407 She really doesn't understand the brain circuits of genius children

Chenchen went upstairs to put down his things, and immediately ran to his father's bookcase.

The books on the bookcase were too high, so he moved a small stool to step on it, and stood on tiptoe to reach it.

When Fu Yuanhang came in, he saw the shaky stool and his heart almost flew out.

He didn't dare to speak, and quietly walked behind Chenchen to protect him. When he got the book and slowly squatted down, Fu Yuanhang held his arm.

"Chenchen, that was too dangerous just now. Don't do that next time. If you need any books, ask me to get them for you." Chenchen

didn't care. He waved his hands and said, "Do things you can do yourself."

Children of this age really grow with the times and change every day. Chenchen is such a smart child. He has been learning Chinese by following the radio every day during this period. Now he speaks in a standard broadcasting accent with clear and regular pronunciation. Except for calling "Dad", "Mom", and "Uncle" like his grandmother, he only speaks in a baby voice when he is in a hurry.

"You are still young. You can't do anything too dangerous. You will cry if you fall and get hurt."

Chenchen wrinkled his nose: "I'm a man, I won't cry."

Fu Yuanhang rubbed his little head: "What book are you looking for? You are in such a hurry."

Chenchen handed him the cover to see -

"How the Steel Was Tempered"? ? ?

Fu Yuanhang: "???..."

"You, don't read comic books anymore? Can you understand this?"

Chenchen shook his head, "No!" He blinked his big eyes, "Because I'm grown up, and I want to know some truths that only adults know."

Fu Yuanhang: "..."

...

Chenchen was reading the "truth book" with great interest. He didn't even know when his father would come back, and he didn't even participate in the Rubik's Cube competition.

Fu Zhengtu subconsciously looked at Su Taotao, meaning what happened to his son?

Su Taotao smiled and winked at him.

Fu Zhengtu curled his lips.

While eating, Su Taotao said to the child: "Chenchen, you may have to wait until you grow up to understand this book."

The child, who had buried his head in the bowl and was eating big mouthfuls of rice, shook his head and said: "It's okay, mom, I will read dad's book first, so I don't have to waste time reading it when I need it."

Su Taotao was surprised.

What does it mean? Turn yourself into an X-degree X-science engine? Store the knowledge first, and then call it out when you need it?

"Why do you have this idea?" Su Taotao asked uncertainly.

"Because I don't understand what you say," Chen Chen tapped his head, "I have to store all my knowledge, and I will understand it next time you say it."

Su Taotao: "..."

The others: "..."

She really didn't understand the brain circuits of genius children.

When she went to bed, Su Taotao told Fu Zhengtu about what happened during the day.

Finally she asked, "I seem to have overdosed my work and really ended up forcing his son to grow too fast."

Fu Zhengtu hugged her and kissed her, "It doesn't matter. At most, his knowledge reserves are a little higher than other children of the same age. Even so, Chenchen still has more time to play than others. No matter how much he reads, he will never become a nerd. Just let him pay attention to his eyes."

Chenchen was bored with his modified Luban lock again. Fu Zhengtu had to start thinking of new toys for his son. He was silently competing with his son in wits and courage every day. He didn't know how many brain cells would be sacrificed. He might as well worry about whether he, as a father, was being forcing his son to grow too fast.

Su Taotao thought about it and rubbed Fu Zhengtu's chest: "Okay, anyway, you are better at teaching my son than me."

Fu Zhengtu touched Su Taotao's soft hair, and the smooth texture in his hands made him love it.

"You spend more time with him than me every day, you teach him well."

Su Taotao laughed and hugged his waist tightly: "Okay, let's not be humble, we raised our son well."

"Yeah." Fu Zhengtu didn't say anything else, turned over and pressed her down, and his warm lips fell, swallowing Su Taotao's exclamation that had not yet come out...

...

The next day, Chenchen obediently held his father's hand and took Lu Bansuo to the Yuhong class.

Su Taotao found the deed and asked Xiao Lu to give it to Secretary Zhou.

She had not considered this a hidden danger at first, but now that she has come to light, it is a good thing that it can be resolved satisfactorily.

Of course, it is only the property rights of the factory land that are in dispute, and there are no problems with the surrounding areas. She wants to develop the sugar factory into an entire industrial park, and the land is enough.

Thinking of this, Su Taotao thought further when she was building the dormitory building.

Or in the future, it is possible to build a collective housing. The tube-shaped building allocated by the unit must be very difficult to live in. Now there is no family planning, and the idea of ​​"more children, more blessings" is advocated. It is common for a family of several or more than ten people to be squeezed into a house of more than ten square meters.

It would be best if we could imitate the form of buying a house with a loan in the future to raise funds for building houses, so that employees have more choices and improve the living environment.

Of course, it is too early to talk about this now. We have to eat one bite at a time and take one step at a time. We are still solving the problem of survival. We have to wait until the factory is profitable and everyone has extra money before we can talk about improving our lives.

Besides, the idea of ​​spending future money is too shocking and unconventional. Few people can accept it, but this is the way the times are going. It doesn't matter if she makes this plan in advance.

Su Taotao took out the map and circled and dotted on it. She had a lot of thoughts in her mind. This is the blueprint for her career and the blueprint for the times.

There are only two or three years left before the end of the movement.

Or, she can accelerate the process in a small range and get this thing started after the movement is over.

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