The boy left, but the girl was not idle either.
When she was packing up the bag of vegetables, she found a big bowl of green beans in it.
The weather now is just right for making a pot of mung bean soup to clear away heat and relieve summer heat, and then send it to the boy.
Sitting at a round table with the two children, I carefully picked out qualified mung beans, discarded the bad ones and those with worm holes, and soaked the rest in a large bowl with water.
The mung beans need to be soaked for about two hours, and the two children don’t have the habit of taking naps.
Therefore, Mo Yutong decided to take advantage of this time to teach the two children some basic knowledge of Chinese and mathematics.
In the bedroom, Mo Yutong sat in a chair, while the two children sat obediently on the low square stools opposite her.
"Chengcheng, Xueer, can you count?" In Mo Yutong's understanding, children first learn mathematics by counting.
"Sister, we know how to count. We can count from 1 to 20. Our eldest brother taught us." Yan Mingxue looked at Mo Yutong with bright eyes, full of pride.
"Wow! You guys are awesome!" Mo Yutong applauded them. Yan Mingxue was overjoyed at the praise and said quickly, "Big Brother also taught us Cai Gen Tan, but I didn't quite understand it."
"Sister, we can also write our own names." Seeing Mo Yutong looking at him tenderly, Yan Mingcheng tightened his little hands on his knees and said immediately.
"You guys are really awesome!" Mo Yutong praised sincerely.
Although most primary and secondary schools now have a nine-year system, in accordance with the requirements of "shortening the school system and revolutionizing education", each region basically acts on its own.
In general, the shorter the better, the more chaotic the more revolutionary. Coupled with the explosive increase in school attendance rates, many places have secretly stipulated that children must be at least eight years old to start primary school.
Although they were only six years old, they could already count, recognize words, and recite "Cai Gen Tan".
"It's big brother who is awesome!" Yan Mingcheng said in a firm tone.
"Big brother is the most powerful man in the village!" Hearing his second brother's words, Yan Mingxue immediately became extremely proud and raised his chin with pride.
"Yes, your eldest brother is the most powerful!" Listening to their childish talk, Mo Yutong's thoughts were a little out of touch with the times. Her ears felt slightly hot and she chuckled.
"A-choo..." Yan Mingli, who was turning the soil under the scorching sun, suddenly sneezed several times.
"It must be Mo Zhiqing who is talking about you. My mother is like this when she talks about me." Yang Feng came forward and said seriously.
The first half of the sentence is understandable, but what is the logic behind the second half?
Yan Mingli rolled his eyes at him, pulled the kettle from his waist, and carefully tasted the sugar and salt water that the little girl had specially prepared for him.
A hint of saltiness, followed by a mouthful of sweetness, Yan Mingli felt as if he could smell the fragrance on the little girl's lips.
"This is a special water bottle for paratroopers!" Yang Feng stared at the military water bottle in his hand, his eyes turning green.
He had seen Mr. Mao on the black market get one of these things, and heard that he sold it on the same day. It was such a thick stack of Great Unity!
"I don't know." Yan Mingli tightened the lid of the pot and continued to raise the hoe to turn the soil.
"Is there anyone in Mo Zhiqing's family serving in the army?" It is said that those who can become paratroopers must either have excellent qualities or a strong background. For someone like Mo Zhiqing, Yang Feng felt that she was very strong in both aspects.
"I don't know." He remembered the little girl saying that this was given to her by her sixth brother, so her sixth brother was a paratrooper?
Since such a girl likes him, Yan Mingli knows that he must do something, otherwise even if the girl doesn't dislike him, he will dislike himself to death.
"You don't know what's going on?" Yang Feng's throat was choked and his heart was choked.
"..." Yan Mingli used the hoe very quickly, and soon left Yang Feng with a silent back view.
Er Laizi, who had been watching the two of them, did not interrupt, but silently turned over the sweet potato vines.
It was not until a tall figure stopped beside him that he turned his head and was a little surprised to see that it was Yan Mingli.
"Tomorrow morning we'll go to Lao Yinshan." After saying this, Yan Mingli continued to arch his back and plow the soil forward.
"Hey!" Er Laizi responded happily behind him.
What was this? This was the first step towards a closer relationship, and Er Laizi was determined to make it a success.
The tillage was still going on, and Mo Yutong's teaching was nearing its end. Yan Mingxue happily ran to the toilet with the pink toilet paper.
It has to be said that the boy laid an excellent foundation for the two children, and it was relatively easy for Mo Yutong to teach them.
In just two hours, they not only learned to count backwards from 20 to 1, but also taught them odd and even numbers.
It is because of the special nature of 0 that Yan Mingxue struggled with even and even numbers for a long time.
This made her wonder if she had made a mistake, but fortunately she was able to return to normal teaching in terms of reciting poems.
The Three Character Classic, Thousand Character Classic and Rules for Disciples must not be taught during this period of time, otherwise people will find fault with them.
The young people had already learned the concise and witty Cai Gen Tan, which combines elegance and vulgarity, so she didn't need to teach it again to them.
After much thought, she decided to teach them a poem that would definitely not be criticized by some people of this era.
Although it seemed difficult to read it at first, both of them could recite it after reading it more than ten times.
Yan Mingxue was still stumbling a little, but Yan Mingcheng recited it very smoothly.
This child has a great memory!
The teaching was completed and the mung beans were almost soaked. The three of them went to the kitchen and began to work together to make mung bean soup.
Yan Mingcheng was lighting a fire in front of the stove, Yan Mingxue volunteered to wash the newly bought thermos, and Mo Yutong concentrated on making soup.
After putting the mung beans into the pot, adding water and bringing it to a boil, Mo Yutong asked Yan Mingcheng to turn to low heat.
After the mung beans bloomed, Mo Yutong continued to cook for a few minutes and then added a few large spoonfuls of sugar.
After the sugar was completely dissolved, Yan Mingcheng immediately cooled the fire at her signal.
Skimming off the foam on the surface, Mo Yutong scooped the green mung bean soup into an enamel covered basin to cool.
She then asked the two children to leave the kitchen and go to the bedroom to play with the tin frog for a while, while she stayed to prepare things.
Yan Mingxue ran towards the bedroom happily, while Yan Mingcheng looked thoughtfully at Mo Yutong who was standing in front of the cupboard.
After the two children left, Mo Yutong hurriedly put the enamel covered basin into the refrigerated display cabinet of the space braised meat shop.
This was an idea she had just suddenly thought of, and she didn't know whether the result of her wild imagination would be good or bad.
The worst case scenario is that it cannot be cooled at all, and that's just like drinking warm mung bean soup under the sun.
But if it really works, the level of the space will obviously be raised by more than one level.
Fortunately, ten minutes later, Mo Yutong brought out a bowl of cool mung bean soup.
In other words, space can change the state of external things through itself, so that they can achieve a certain degree of harmony and unity with the things in the space.
With this realization, Mo Yutong's eyes immediately lit up, and she excitedly put all the mung bean soup into the thermos.
He put the bowls in a wicker basket. Because he didn't know how many people would be working with the boy, Mo Yutong simply put all 10 newly bought bowls in it.
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