Yunmian came out of the kitchen again, grunting, carrying a bench.
Wang Xiaojun's eyes immediately fell on her small body.
Wang Xiaojun was already jealous of Yunmian because he didn't get to eat the eggs. The three uncles praised Yunmian in public, and Zhang Ruhua asked Wang Xiaojun to learn from Yunmian well in order to get the candy, which made Wang Xiaojun dislike Yunmian very much.
"You're just a flatterer, you only know how to bring a stool to please the master."
Yun Mian put down the bench, raised his eyelids lazily and glanced at Wang Xiaojun, too lazy to pay attention to the little fat boy who was scared by the wild boar and peed his pants.
"Uncle, aunt, please sit down."
Yunmian didn't know the village cadres of Xiushui Village either. When he saw a young woman, he called her "Auntie" and when he saw a young man, he called him "Uncle". It's always right to be sweet-talking.
Seeing that she was diligent and polite, several cadres in Xiushui Village smiled.
Seeing that the little girl was about to turn around and go to the kitchen again, Yun Yongcheng reached out and grabbed her little arm.
"Mianmian, play in the yard. Uncle will get a stool."
As soon as Yun Yongcheng left, Wang Xiaojun smiled wickedly, and then started to bully Yun Mian with confidence.
The little fat boy pointed his fat little finger at Yunmian's face and asked proudly, "Can you recite poetry?"
Without waiting for Yunmian to answer, the little fat boy recited with a proud look on his face: "The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea, a poor view stretches a thousand miles, dumplings and vegetable oil."
“Puff!”
Their cultural levels were not on the same level, and Yun Mian didn't want to argue with the fat boy from Old Wang's family, but the poem he recited made her laugh uncontrollably.
He even thinks about food when reciting poems. No wonder he looks like a fat dumpling.
"Flatterer, what are you laughing at?"
Although Wang Xiaojun was young, he had a strong sense of self-esteem. When Yun Mian smiled, he immediately became angry and pointed at Yun Mian with a red face.
Yun Mian spoke calmly, "The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. To see a thousand miles of scenery, one must ascend to a higher building." This is a five-character quatrain by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhihuan. It means the setting sun slowly sinks behind the western mountains, the mighty Yellow River rushes toward the East China Sea. If one wants to see the scenery of a thousand miles, one must ascend to a higher building."
Reciting poems is a piece of cake for Yunmian.
In her previous life, her parents attached great importance to her education. Not only did they send her to the best school, they also hired the best tutor for her. She was definitely a top student.
Bang bang bang!
As soon as Yun Mian finished reciting the poem, applause broke out in the yard of Old Yun's house.
Several village cadres, three uncles, and even some members of Old Wang's family stared at Yunmian in amazement.
Yun Mian could understand why they were so shocked.
In the early 1980s, people in the village had little education. Most of the respected village cadres could only write a few words, and there were very few college students. It would be strange if these people were not shocked that she, a child of six years old, fluently recited Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower" and translated it as well.
"Mianmian, can you recite other poems?"
Xu Yaqing, the women's director of Xiushui Village, looked at Yun Mian.
Yunmian turned her moist eyes and looked at Xu Yaqing.
Xu Yaqing was wearing a dull green short-sleeved suit, a pair of khaki plaid straight-leg pants, and two long and thick pigtails on her head. She looked simple and gentle, and her tone when speaking to herself was also gentle.
Yun Mian had a good first impression of her. She smiled sweetly and replied, "Aunt, I can also recite The Ballad of Mulan."
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