Chunsheng rubbed his hands together and said, "When I grow up, I will go to foreign countries to eat their delicious food. I have to learn to speak a few foreign words!"
Song Qingming suddenly asked, "Do you know how many countries there are in the world?"
Chunsheng was the first to raise his hand. "This is not difficult. There are three countries in the world: China, Xiaozi, and a foreign country."
Song Qingming chuckled, and Jiang Dong was confused. "Brother Qingming, is Chunsheng wrong?"
Song Qingming coughed and stood there straight like a little teacher. He said in a loud voice, "Foreign countries are a general term for all countries except China. There are many countries and many languages in the world. I heard from my father that English, French, Russian, etc. are collectively called foreign languages..."
Chunsheng was stunned. "There are so many countries? Why haven't I heard of them?"
Song Qingming patted Chunsheng's little head and said, "Because you listen to stories on the radio every day and never listen to the news. If you listened to the news, you would know these things without me telling you."
radio……
Jiang Dong lowered his head silently.
They all had radios, except Jiangdong.
Jiang Dong knew that his mother made a lot of money now, and if he asked for it, his mother would definitely buy it for him.
But he saw that his mother's hands were cracked from washing pig offal in the cold winter, and pus would occasionally flow out of the cracks. His mother's treatment method was simply to put the hawthorns they grew at home on the stove, roast them until they were rotten, crush them and cover the wounds with them.
In fact, a tube of ointment is much cheaper than a radio.
so.
Jiangdong couldn't bear to accept it.
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