By winter, the Cultural Revolution had been declared over.
Hope arose among the educated youth.
"Now that the Cultural Revolution is over, is there any hope that the college entrance examination will be reinstated?"
Everyone is looking forward to it, but also feels uncertain.
In any case, the educated youth in Dafang Village have picked up their long-lost learning materials.
Zhao Yuan's family received a letter saying that her parents' biological daughter had married and Zhao Yuan's mother missed her very much.
After reading the letter, Zhao Yuan's heart was filled with longing.
She has been here for eight years, and in these eight years, she has not seen her parents.
Fortunately, the college entrance examination will be resumed next year. When she comes home after taking the exam, her mother will definitely be very surprised.
Ever since the ancestor woke up, Hua Wanchi has been facing dark days.
But after the advent of our ancestors, systems like lotteries, sign-ins, and supply and marketing cooperatives became useless.
After all, these systems were originally programs that were run when the ancestors were asleep to deliver things to Hua Wanchi.
Now our ancestors can personally provide whatever we need.
The college entrance examination will be resumed next year, and our ancestors have provided a stack of information.
There were two copies in it, one for Zhou Baozhen and one for Hua Qingping.
Zhou Baozhen felt that Wan Qingliu was a capable person and that it was very good of him to give her such valuable learning materials, so she had no intention of investigating the source.
But Hua Qingping was different, he couldn't help but wonder.
"Mom, isn't the college entrance examination still underway? Where did you get all this information?"
Wan Qingliu was very calm: "You don't know your mother's ability, right? The power of the Shanghai girl is much greater than you can imagine."
After all, he is our ancestor, so how can he not be powerful?
"You've already got the basics down pat. If you don't learn these, there's nothing else to learn. Besides, don't you trust your mother?"
After hearing this, Hua Qingping was speechless.
These materials are indeed closely related to the foundation he has learned, and it is very likely that the college entrance examination will ask questions from this aspect.
Hua Wanchi studies in the space every day, and he is not idle in reality either.
She and Xiaoyouzi are already six years old.
Wang Jingxia was not joking when she said she would teach them martial arts.
It’s just that the child was too young before and his bones had not yet fully grown, so strict training would be harmful to his body.
The time is almost right now.
Every morning, Hua Wanchi and Xiao Youzi had to run around the village and then do horse stance for an hour.
Little Youzi may not seem very smart, but he is very persistent. Although he is covered in sweat after running every day, he never complains.
In comparison, Hua Wanchi looked much more painful.
But she knew it was for her own good.
Because the body in space is different from the real body, the ancestor has no way to train her physical fitness.
It just so happened that Wang Jingxia urged her to exercise.
Wang Jingxia believes that a girl may not be beautiful or virtuous, but she must be strong.
Being beautiful and likable, being virtuous and comforting, but neither of them can protect themselves.
As a human being, if you can't protect yourself, what's the point of pleasing others?
Beauty is something that is innate and cannot be changed, and being strong does not prevent a girl from being likable.
Just like when she was at her parents' home, she could work, fight, and was busy both at home and outside, and her parents liked her.
My eldest sister was also a good worker at home, but she didn't have the same strong physique and strength as me.
Although her parents love her, they don't value her as much as they value themselves.
Therefore, Wang Jingxia came to the conclusion that a strong physique is the most important thing for a woman.
She didn't ask her daughter and niece to have great martial arts skills, but at least they had the strength to not be at the mercy of men with bad intentions.
Other children in the village also followed her in practicing.
She accepts everyone and teaches them all.
But it doesn’t matter if those children give up on her. After all, this is a hard job that requires long-term persistence.
She only has these two children at home, and she supervises them very strictly.
When Xiangxiang grows up, she will teach her in the same way.
In the morning, Wang Jingxia took her two children to practice martial arts.
In the evening, Hua Qingping called the two children together.
"You are six years old now and will go to school next year. Learn to read with me first so that you can adapt to school better."
Little Youzi looked up at her father and blinked: "Are words those square things on paper?"
Hua Qingping smiled and said, "Yes. That's the character. How about I teach you how to write your own name first?"
"good!"
The Hua family had no shortage of paper and pen, so Hua Qingping simply moved a table into the yard and started writing on it.
"Hua-Wan-You, Youyou, this is your name. Hua Wan-You."
Little Youzi looked at the three unfamiliar big words on the paper, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
"Isn't my name Youyou? Why am I called Hua Wanyou?"
Hua Qingping was very patient: "Because Youyou is your nickname, only people who are close to you can call you that, and Hua Wanyou is your full name, which is the name that others call you formally."
Little Pomelo was confused for a moment: "I know, there are big names and small names. I usually call you by your nickname, and there is a big name that I don't call you by!"
"You're right! Hua Wanchi, Chichi, this is your name."
Hua Wanchi could already read and write, but he still had to worry about how to pretend that he had just learned to read.
But she soon discovered that her little hands were not steady enough to hold the pen, and her handwriting was crooked, just like that of a child who was just learning to write.
Hua Wanchi was somewhat frustrated for two seconds, but then felt at ease.
It feels like playing the pig and eating the tiger.
But to grow from a pig into a tiger again, you have to practice again.
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