"This bamboo dragonfly is for you to play with. See how high you can fly." Zeng Wenjuan handed the bamboo dragonfly to Goudan and said.

Goudan was immediately excited when he saw the bamboo helicopter in front of him. He had seen other children playing with bamboo helicopters before, and he wanted one too, but his mother had to work every day and was very tired, so he didn't want to trouble her.

He was scolded when he told his grandmother, so he could only hide in the corner and watch other children play, watch Dabao play. No one played with him, so he liked to play with small animals.

Little ants are so interesting, they are small and busy. The whole nest (many) of little ants always go out to find food. Maybe this is what unity means!

There are also the little caterpillars in summer, which are furry and soft and very cute. I heard that you can make rubber bands by peeling their tendons, but it's a pity because you can't make them well no matter how hard you try.

"Mom is so amazing! She can even make a bamboo helicopter. Mom, what else do you want to do in life?" Goudan took the bamboo helicopter and asked excitedly.

"I can also make a dog egg. Do you want one? If you want one, there are still a lot of bamboos left. I can make one for you." Zeng Wenjuan learned this skill from an old man who passed away. I didn't have one when I was a child! I can make one for myself and eat it.

"I want to, and then I will weave a mother to accompany me (bamboo weaving) so that no matter whether it is me or him, we can always stay with our mother." Goudan said with a smile.

Zeng Wenjuan smiled and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll make it for you, you go move a small stool and sit next to it and wait."

The mother and son sat together affectionately, chatting and laughing, and Zeng Wenjuan's hands did not stop moving.

In the evening, after dinner.

Zeng Wenjuan then took out the book she had bought at the purchasing station, a first-grade Chinese textbook. Looking at the words in the book, Zeng Wenjuan didn't recognize a single word.

After turning two pages, she saw the pinyin. Zeng Wenjuan subconsciously read it out: "abcdlmn, hyjkrfg..." After reading it, Zeng Wenjuan stopped breathing for a moment. This was what she learned before she traveled through time. I didn't expect that after so many years, she still remembered it.

"That's great. I can look up the dictionary and study. That way I can recognize more characters." After saying this, Zeng Wenjuan picked up the dictionary next to her and started learning characters.

Zeng Wenjuan looked at the words in the dictionary and read them out. Perhaps it was the power of learning that helped her learn more than 300 words in just over two hours. She could recognize them when she saw them, but she hadn't learned to write them yet, so she probably couldn't write them.

"Mom, what are you reading?" Goudan curiously put his head on Zeng Wenjuan's arm.

Zeng Wenjuan said with a smile on her face: "Mom is learning to read. Do you want to go to school? You can listen to the teacher's lectures in the classroom with your classmates. You can also play games with your classmates after class."

"Yes... I want to go to school like my mother, but schooling costs money. Does my family have money?" Goudan's eyes brightened when he heard that he could play with his friends at school. But when he thought about the money, his eyes dimmed again.

Zeng Wenjuan gently touched Goudan's head and said in a low voice: "You forgot that mother made money in the drugstore. Besides, you are young, and it will take a few more years before a school is willing to accept you. As long as you are willing, mother will definitely send you to school." If you don't want to go, just go.

Goudan nodded happily: "Okay, I want to go to school. When mom studies in the future, I will study beside her."

Seeing that Goudan was so happy, Zeng Wenjuan held him on her lap and began to teach him pinyin. Only after learning this could he recognize words using pinyin.

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The next afternoon, Zeng Wenjuan was folding the firewood she had cut from the mountain that morning, which were all small branches. Goudan was playing with a bamboo dragonfly beside her.

"Wenjuan, are you at home?" Yuan Yujuan ran over and called out in a clear voice.

Zeng Wenjuan put down the firewood and walked over, asking doubtfully, "Aunt, I'm at home! What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Now that you have separated from the family, you are an independent family. For your future life, I will ask your uncle to allocate a piece of land to you. I will take you there later. You can cultivate it and grow some vegetables. You can come to my house for any seeds you need. I have a wide variety of seeds." Yuan Yujuan said with a smile.

Zeng Wenjuan was extremely surprised. She originally wanted to wait for Zhao Jianguo to come back before asking the village chief for a piece of vegetable land, but she didn't expect her aunt to help her get it.

"Thank you so much, aunt. I have no way to repay your kindness to us. If you have any problems in the future, just tell me."

Yuan Yujuan was cheerful, and looked at Zeng Wenjuan seriously and said, "Oh! This was originally meant for your family. You don't have any pots, pans, or bowls here, so I brought a few bowls back for you. Other aunts didn't have any extra ones either."

"This... there is really nothing at home, so I will accept it. Thank you so much, auntie." Zeng Wenjuan took the bowl with a smile. A bowl is better than a bamboo tube. She hesitated and said, "Even if you give me a piece of land, I don't have a hoe, so I can't open up the wasteland! I heard that if you go to open up the wasteland, you can be allocated a hoe. Auntie, do you think I can open up the wasteland for five days?"

Yuan Yujuan frowned, "Reclaiming wasteland is hard labor. Although the work points are the highest, only women with financial difficulties will go there. Generally, it's men who do it. Your Jianguo gets a salary every month, so why should you endure that hardship?"

"Aunt, although Jianguo gets a salary every month, I still owe my parents pension money. I'm in good health and I can do it." Zeng Wenjuan said with a melancholy look.

Zeng Wenjuan not only wanted to earn more work points, but she could also find herbs in the wasteland, which was the main way to make money, and she could also become more proficient in identifying herbs.

Looking at Zeng Wenjuan's appearance, Yuan Yujuan had a beautiful misunderstanding. She thought that when they didn't know, the Zhao family came to urge Zeng Wenjuan.

"Okay, I'll go back and talk to your village chief uncle. If there's any news, I'll come over and tell you!"

"Thank you, auntie. Thank you very much." Zeng Wenjuan thanked her sincerely, adding to her gratitude.

After Yuan Yujuan left, Zeng Wenjuan quickly folded firewood. After folding it, Zeng Wenjuan cleaned the yard.

In the evening, when Zeng Wenjuan and Goudan were having dinner, Yuan Yujuan came and laughed, "We are eating! You want to go to open up wasteland. Your village chief uncle has agreed. Gather at the ancestral hall tomorrow morning and you will be given a hoe."

"Thank you, auntie. Auntie, have you had dinner? Why don't you come to my house for dinner? I happened to cook a lot today." Zeng Wenjuan said after thanking her.