The next morning, the old man got up early and went to Ancheng with Lin Xingzhou who was staying overnight.

When Jian Yuelan and the old lady got up, Xiao Doudou was the only man left in the house.

The kid sighed while eating breakfast.

Jian Yuelan picked up a piece of fried pork chop and gave it to him. "Are you unhappy that Dad and the others are not here?"

"no."

The child shook his head and said, "I'm under too much pressure."

The old lady couldn't help laughing, "What's the pressure on you?"

"To protect you."

He spoke seriously and earnestly. Jian Yuelan suppressed a smile and hummed, "This is indeed quite stressful."

“Right!”

The child was very proud and said, "I will eat more meat and grow taller."

Before he finished speaking, he took a big bite of the tender pork chop, chewing it and swallowing it, with a look of surprise on his face, "Mom, the meat is delicious."

"It's delicious, but you can only eat two pieces."

A total of six pieces were fried, and each of the three of them got exactly two pieces.

Not many.

Jian Yuelan doesn't have the idea of leaving all the good things to her children and not wanting to eat or wear them herself.

Of course, she also does not support her own harsh way of educating children.

Their main focus is fairness and sharing.

She doesn't know whether this way of education is good or not.

Anyway, Doudou has not been raised in a wrong way. He is sensible, obedient and generous.

It’s not about being generous because of poverty, but being generous in a way that has its own logic.

Doudou had the same idea. He hummed, "Mom is right. I'm a good boy."

"Good luck, they're so good!"

Daji, who was eating hard, meowed, giving the children accurate feedback.

Jian Yuelan glanced at them and asked him, "What are you planning to do today? Are you going out to play with grandma?"

The child thought for a moment and said, "No, I'll draw."

"good."

So, after breakfast, Jian Yuelan tidied up his small table and put paper and pen on it for him to doodle.

The old lady is also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she is best at fine brushwork painting.

It has both outlines, colors, shapes and charm.

So, today’s teaching is about the old lady’s detailed painting.

There are a total of ten cute little creatures in the fine brushwork classroom, six cats, and four human cubs.

The three human cubs are the Qin brothers and the little girl from the Lu family.

There is also Bai Yang from the Bai family who is held in his mother's arms and is too small even to make up the number.

The kid stared at the needle and thread flying in Jian Yuelan's hands with his big eyes, unable to take his eyes off.

Chen Qiuju, who had taken the shoe pattern to make shoes, saw him like this and said, "Why do I feel that Xiao Baiyang is interested in embroidery?"

"He's not interested in embroidery, he's interested in things that move."

Jian Yuelan was experienced and responded calmly.

"I hope he's interested. If he has talent, I wouldn't mind learning embroidery from Little Jane."

Zhang Nan is very open-minded. Her consistent principle is that her children and grandchildren will have their own blessings.

"Xiao Jian, are you willing to teach?"

"It's okay if you have talent."

It's bad enough that she has no talent, it's also easy to damage her reputation.

"Try it when he's three."

When it comes to accepting disciples, she is serious.

She once had her eyes on her eldest nephew and his family, but the result... let's not talk about it.

Except for two men who studied medicine, the rest of the men in the Jian family cannot use a needle.

It's hard to hold any type of needle.

After looking at Xiao Baiyang's fingers and touching the child's hand bones, she praised, "The fingers are slender and the joints are distinct. They are a pair of good hands for embroidery."

Zhang Nan was embarrassed, "You can see that?"

"I can barely see it!"

Jian Yuelan warned her, "If you really want him to follow this path, you should start training his grip and flexibility now."

"good."

Zhang Nan nodded, thinking that it would be a good idea to find a way out for her son in advance, as she had no idea what the world would be like in the future.

But she knew one thing: no matter what industry or profession you were in, as long as you did your best, you wouldn't have to worry about having no food to eat.

An old mother's heart for her children is so simple and unpretentious.

"I will definitely give him a good workout."

Jian Yuelan nodded with satisfaction, feeling that she had a good chance of becoming a disciple.

Her eyes fell on the Qin brothers who were listening attentively to the old lady's painting techniques. She asked Chen Qiuju and Wu Yue, "How about letting the Qin brothers and Niuniu follow me and try?"

Bai Yang is still young, and she still has two years to go before she turns three. The Qin brothers and Niuniu are about the same age, so if they are interested, they can start learning acupuncture now.

Chen Qiuju, who was sewing the soles of shoes with her needle and thread, was happy. "As long as they are willing, I have no problem."

Wu Yue had no objection either.

However, none of the three kids were willing.

When the three children who were called over by Jian Yuelan for questioning learned that she wanted to teach them embroidery, little Niu Niu waved her hands and said that she didn't want to learn it, she wanted to learn painting.

Qin Zhe followed closely and said:

"This is women's work. We men don't do this."

"Women?"

Before Jian Yuelan could react, Chen Qiuju's expression gradually grew ferocious. "Who did you learn these two words from?"

She stared at the child fiercely, as if to say, "You'd better think carefully before answering, otherwise you'll get beaten."

“Dragon!”

Qin Zhe, a boy who had learned from being beaten, sold out his friend decisively when he saw his mother's expression.

"He keeps calling my mother a sissy, saying that men shouldn't learn from sissies, and..."

As soon as the kid opened his little mouth, he blurted out all the good things Wang Dalong had done.

Jian Yuelan and the others looked at each other, confused as to how Shi Xiaohua taught her children.

How come he is even more confused than Xiao Xiaocao?

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