Just as Saren said, after the strong wind, the sky over the grassland was like a freshly painted painting, showing a fascinating magnificence.
Song Shuqian didn't know how to describe that color of blue. It was a color she had never mixed in all her years of painting.
Deeper than light blue, more lively than azure.
The clouds that constantly change their shapes add a touch of vitality to the painting, making the whole painting come alive.
In the yard, in the cold wind, Song Shuqian stared at the scene blankly, almost going crazy.
Tiantian didn't know what she was looking at, so she followed her line of sight.
The same is true for Saren.
The neighbors passing by saw them like this and looked up as well.
When An An Le Le and Si Hu and a group of other kids came over, they saw the adults all looking up at the sky.
"Oh, it's fun to be an adult. We can do weird things and not be criticized," the children thought.
They also stood up, looked up and looked into space.
After looking for a while, I saw nothing but blue sky and white clouds.
Lele patted her mother's leg, "Mom, what are you looking at?"
"Look at the clouds."
Lele said, "Mom, that cloud looks like a big steamed bun, that one looks like a crab bun, and that one looks like a bowl of wontons. I'm hungry."
Sihu tugged at the corner of Tiantian's clothes and said, "Mom, I'm hungry too."
An An watched with her mother for a while and said, "Mom, the clouds are moving and they are changing shapes."
Song Shuqian held a child in each hand and called everyone, "Come into the house and warm up. I'll go cook."
Everyone said goodbye and left.
These days, no one has enough food, so it is not easy to just go to someone else's house for a meal.
In the end, only Tiantian and her son followed in.
"Take them and clean up first. I'll go cook. It's so cold, and I'm really crazy to follow you to watch the clouds."
Listening to Tiantian's complaints, Song Shuqian was amused.
It's really interesting. It looked a bit like the famous silly roe deer in Northeast China.
After cleaning up, Tiantian had already cooked porridge, millet porridge, with big steamed buns and pickles.
These would make a great meal here.
Song Shuqian asked, "Where can I get some eggs? I always feel like something is missing without boiled eggs for breakfast."
"I asked around, and the villages here are far apart, so the eggs we bring back are all damaged. The best way is to raise chickens ourselves in the spring and get two chicks.
There is no strict limit on the number here, as long as it is not excessive. "
Song Shuqian thought for a while and said, "That's fine. There are many ways to cook eggs. I'll raise three hens, all of which are hens. When they stop laying eggs in winter, I'll keep them for meat."
An An volunteered, "Mom, I'll be responsible for raising the chickens."
"Sure. Mom wants to exchange two sheep for mine in the spring. I'll give them to you and your brother. You two will be in charge of herding the sheep. In the winter, we can roast lamb legs, shabu-shabu lamb, and cumin lamb."
The two children were made greedy by what Song Shuxi said.
Tiantian saw Sihu's eager eyes and understood immediately, saying, "When you buy sheep, buy one for me and let Sihu go with An'an and Lele to herd sheep."
Song Shuxi said it was no problem and she could get it changed by going to Bater's house.
After dinner, Tiantian took Sihu home to catch up on some sleep.
It was cold outside and Song Shuxi didn't want to go out, so she studied in the house.
Taking An An and Le Le to practice calligraphy, she wrote small characters at her desk while the two children wrote large characters beside her.
An An likes watching her mother write and is very serious when practicing. Although the strength is not enough, I try my best to write every stroke well.
Lele started to feel a little restless and looked around for someone to play with him, but when he saw his mother and brother doing their own things, he slowly calmed down and started writing his own words.
Song Shuqian glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and nodded secretly in her heart.
Being able to focus on the task at hand at any time without being distracted by the outside world is a very important ability.
After writing the big characters, it’s story time for the two children.
The mother and her two children selected stories they wanted to hear and told them to each other.
During this period, if the two children did not understand something, Song Shuqian would provide additional information.
When talking about Shang Yang's reforms, Lele asked, "Mom, why did Ying Si want to kill Shang Yang?"
Song Shuqian was seriously thinking about how to tell her child about the court disputes. When she was struggling with how much to say, An An spoke up, "To avenge his teacher."
After a while, he shook his head again and denied himself, "No, Ying Si has become the king, he shouldn't be so stupid."
Lele thinks being a king has nothing to do with being stupid or not, "Yingdang was also a king, but he still killed himself by lifting a tripod."
Song Shuxi simply stopped talking and let the two of them think for themselves to see if they could come up with any interesting ideas.
An An said, "That's different. Ying Dang was really stupid, but Ying Si was not. After he killed Shang Yang, he continued to use his reforms. He, he still used them, mom?"
Song Shuqian immediately responded, "He also made important use of Zhang Yi, Gongsun Yan, Sima Cuo and others."
"Yes," An An continued, "he also expanded the territory and improved the status of Qin."
Song Shuqian asked, "So?"
An An sighed with an air of superiority, "So, Shang Yang's reforms were completed, they were no longer valuable, and he offended so many people, so he was finally discarded."
He also patted Lele on the shoulder and warned him seriously, "Brother, when we grow up, we must not let ourselves lose value. Once a person loses value, it will not be long before bad luck comes."
Song Shuqian suppressed her laughter and continued to ask, "Do you think Ying Si's behavior is bad?"
An An looked at Song Shuqian with a look of disappointment and said, "Mom, you are too naive. What's good or bad? Ying Si is the king. He has to weigh the pros and cons, balance or something?"
"Is it to weigh the pros and cons and balance the court?"
"Yes, that's the one. He killed Shang Yang, so those powerful people can't say anything. They have no excuses."
Song Shuqian asked again, "Do you think Shang Yang was wronged?"
Lele also joined in, "It's unfair, it's too unfair, he did it according to win, win, I forgot, anyway, it was done according to the previous emperor's request."
An An disagreed, "Shang Yang himself was willing to do so. It was he who proposed the reform and the emperor agreed.
This is like, taking the blame, his ultimate value is to help Ying Si take the blame."
Song Shuqian gave a thumbs up.
"You two are both great. You can think for yourself now. That's great. Let's celebrate by having some candied sweet potatoes at noon."
The two children were happy.
Song Shuqian was also satisfied.
An An is introverted and likes to think, while Le Le is lively, has wild imagination and likes to create.
This was Song Shuqian’s first time being a mother, and she had to navigate everything by feeling her way forward. The only thing she could learn from was her own childhood.
So we can only solve problems when they arise.
I hope I won’t teach my children the wrong thing.
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