5:00 AM (卯时).
"Chicken hook..."
"Woof woof woof..."
In the thin mist, the people of Qingxia Village began to bustle about.
In the morning, the Chen family ate steamed white flour buns with pickled vegetables and white porridge.
A large plate full of stir-fried green onions and eggs.
The egg flowers are golden in color and have an enticing aroma.
Erzhu suddenly said, "Father, Mr. Zhou said that the tuition fee has already been paid, so don't send him food anymore. He's afraid that he'll become picky about food and won't be able to cook for himself when he leaves Qingxia Village."
Chen Xian chuckled.
"good."
Still want to leave?
Mr. Zhou, you don't want to eat bland food in the future, do you?
"Should we let Mr. Zhou try some when we stew chicken, stew meat, or cook fish at home in the future?"
Erzhuzi: "Dad?"
Chen Xian: "Yes, I've heard your opinion. But how we handle it is our family's business."
After the meal, the whole family fell into an unusual silence, each holding a piece of paper and a tree branch, writing and drawing on the ground.
Erzhuzi muttered to himself, "Xiang Jiuling, who can warm the bed and is filial to his parents, is worthy of being called..."
Da Zhuzi: "As a son, I am still young..."
Cuihua, Liniang, and Shuangshuang were drawing and writing on the ground.
It seems they are learning to read.
San Niu and Si Niu also followed along, writing characters.
Chen Xian glanced at them and noticed that Si Niu and Li Niang seemed to be reciting from memory after finishing writing.
The others would look at a stroke and write it down, while San Niu would scratch her head and cheek from time to time.
"A leap year completes the cycle, and the musical scales harmonize with the seasons?"
"How do you write '闰' (run)? What's inside it? Is it '土' (earth)? '十' (ten)? '士' (scholar)? '三' (three)?"
But then Si Niu smiled and wrote a vertical line on the top of the number three.
"whee……"
San Niu suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, that's what it looks like?"
Liniang writes very quickly and is already helping Shuangshuang with her check.
Shuangshuang said with annoyance, "I forgot again, my memory is terrible."
Chen Xian chuckled. There was nothing he could do; learning really required talent, and most people were of average ability.
For example, at parent-teacher conferences in later generations, teachers would praise children in front of parents, saying they were very smart but just playful and didn't like to study. Parents would also agree, saying, "Yes, I also think my child is smart; he can easily get top marks with just a little studying."
If someone is truly exceptionally clever, they wouldn't need to lay the groundwork.
In reality, the teacher said these words to compensate for the child's poor academic performance and to prevent the parent from suddenly angering them, thus creating a buffer zone for the already fragile relationship between home and school.
Some reckless people could really kill someone if they hit them with a big punch. Even if you're a PE teacher, it's not safe because PE teachers are usually in poor health and always getting sick.
After all, it's only a few thousand yuan a month. If you're just telling the truth, why risk your life?
Talent is something that can't be controlled; it's only in the hands of a few people, and most people can only make up for it through hard work.
Silk and coarse cloth are indeed different.
The neighbor's mother scolded, "Go study, learn to read and write. Look at Dazhuzi, Erzhuzi, Sanniu, and Siniu. The older ones are more hardworking than you, and the younger ones are more diligent."
What followed was chaos and confusion.
The foundation of the Chen family's house has been laid, and the villagers are busy preparing. In a while, they will be able to put up the roof beams.
Sister Guihua greeted him, "Has Dazhu's father eaten yet?"
Chen Xian responded with a smile.
Chunxiuniang whispered a few words to the woman beside her.
"Look at him, even though Da Zhu's father is now an official, he's not arrogant at all. He's still as calm and unassuming as ever, which shows his character."
Chen Xian remained silent.
If you succeed, people will praise you no matter what you do.
Even if you fart, people will analyze it and say, "What kind of filling did you eat in your buns today?"
If you don't succeed, no matter what you do, you'll be disliked.
Before this, Chen Xian's reaction had been unremarkable and unremarkable.
When he first arrived, he was even a little socially anxious.
I don't know how to get along with these indigenous people.
Afraid of arousing suspicion, he kept a slight smile on his face.
This might be considered rude by some people.
These days, no matter what you say, someone will praise you.
Su Laosan asked Chen Xian to help out at the Chen family's pig farm. He glanced at Chen Xian and nodded, which was considered a greeting.
Chen Xian nodded in response.
Before long, several village children arrived, carrying gongs and banging on them, shouting, "Gather under the big banyan tree!"
The villagers were puzzled; what was about to happen again?
Fifteen minutes later.
Chen Gui stood on the high platform and said in a deep voice: "Villagers, please take note... In order to make our village environment cleaner and more beautiful, I have decided that starting today, all villagers will begin to repair the Bazhang River in Qingxia Village. The old boat in the village has also been in disrepair for many years and needs to be repaired."
Now that the busy farming season is over, if you have plenty of free time, you can try raising some chickens, ducks, and geese.
Practice your cooking skills more often when you have free time.
You can use straw sticks and wheat straw to weave some small trinkets and ornaments at home.
Anyone who wants to come and weave straw hats, make fishing rods and hooks can sign up with me.
To enrich the villagers' entertainment life, I've decided that starting today, we'll also put on a grand opera performance regularly.
A nonsensical conversation.
Sister Guihua: "Why are you repairing the riverbed when it's perfectly fine?"
Tiger's Mother: "Our village is putting on a big show just for our own people? That must be so tiring."
Chen Gui responded, "Can't I just watch it for myself? Who says a grand performance has to be for outsiders?"
The fact that those students would come to study abroad was not a done deal; it was all just Su Wenxuan's speculation, and Chen Xian was not certain that they would definitely come.
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