Song family.
After dinner, Xie Yu lit two oil lamps and took notes while reading.
Seeing that she was so serious that she didn't even notice that her hair was burnt, Song Yuehua walked over and helped her move the oil lamp away.
He picked up the woolen paper on the table and started reading it with squinted eyes.
"Interesting," Song Yuehua chuckled, "It's like coaxing a little baby. It takes a lot of effort."
Xie Yu raised his head and said, "This is Bai Shu's teaching plan. He used this to teach Hua Baoer."
Song Yuehua took a piece of paper and sat down and said, "His method has both advantages and disadvantages. It is indeed useful for children who are just beginning to learn, but in the long run, students will not be good at thinking and reasoning, which is not good. After Hua Baoer is promoted to Class C, you can let him keep it to himself. If he talks about everything, he will not get to the point."
Xie Yu said with admiration, "I felt ashamed when I listened to his lectures, but now after listening to Sister Song's words, I suddenly feel enlightened. Has Sister Song really never been to school?"
Facing this question now, Song Yuehua was not afraid at all. Instead, she smiled and said, "You guys study and lecture every day. Do you really think I didn't listen to anything?"
Xie Yu sighed, "Sister Song, if you were a man, you would definitely not be inferior to my Third Uncle."
"Who knows." Song Yuehua said as she picked up Dabao who was strolling over and took him to the yard to count stars.
The next day, everyone got up early and prepared to pick cotton.
Song Yuehua bought more than twenty backpacks from the bamboo craftsman.
At the school, there were Zhang Dandan, Bian Wu, Duan Fuzi, Xie Yu, Gou Wazi, Er Guotou, and Ji Ming.
There are several children in the compound, and Grandma Wang’s family.
After everyone was given a backpack, picking cotton was not a technical job, so Zhou Dafu showed them how to do it and everyone soon learned how to do it.
Not long after, Hua Baoer also came over. She asked Song Yuehua for a backpack and started picking fruits with Hua Xiyu.
"Xiyu, it turns out that this is how cotton grows in the ground, it's amazing!"
Hua Baoer started chattering as soon as she entered the cotton field, and even ran over to Bai Shu to say hello, "Brother Bai, I'm here to pick cotton, too."
"Be careful, don't get sunburned. There's tea there, go and have some if you're thirsty." Bai Shu pointed to Xiaoyu who was pouring tea under a tree not far away.
Hua Baoer picked the fruits with great interest and even hummed a little tune.
Song Yuehua looked at the two people and thought, they don't look like classmates, nor like teacher and student, but more like father and daughter.
However, Bai Shu is really patient and has a really good personality.
It would be nice to have a dad like this.
Not long after, Old Man Ren came with his daughter-in-law Shu, his daughter Ren Xiaoxi, and even the five-year-old Ren Xiaomei, all with scarves wrapped around their heads and carrying a small basket on their backs.
Song Yuehua was not at all surprised by the appearance of Old Man Ren.
"Boss, we are here to help pick cotton. Oh, by the way, we will go to the side to pick cotton so as not to disturb you."
Old Man Ren came over specially to sign in, and then chose to stay within Song Yuehua's sight, working as hard as a big bee.
Well, let Zong Yi take a look at it when the time comes. If there is no problem, he will accept Old Man Ren as his own, so that he doesn’t have to seek presence in front of her every day.
Zhou Dafu has 7 men under him, Liu Xue has 8 men under him, and Zong Yi has only 5 men under him, so it is necessary to add two more people.
Song Yuehua was thinking about the manpower problem in her mind, while she kept picking cotton.
Hua Baoer picked cotton for half an hour and then went back. Before leaving, she gave a basket of cotton to Song Yuehua.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'll ask Madam Xia to make some sweet water for you later." Song Yuehua praised.
Hua Baoer didn't lack this bowl of sweet water, but she enjoyed being praised by Song Yuehua. "I'll go back and take a rest, and come back in the afternoon."
Song Yuehua smiled. This little girl is still very cute when she is cute.
When the sun was high in the afternoon, Xie Wenwu and Zhou Xiaohu pushed in a large bucket of mung bean soup and chrysanthemum tea.
After everyone drank a bowl of it, the heat was relieved a lot.
Xie Wenwu said proudly, "Master, I think I am the best person to be in charge of the kitchen."
"Have you finished memorizing the book?" Song Yuehua wiped the sweat off her forehead, took the mung bean water, and asked without raising her head.
"Still...still a little bit behind."
After Song Yuehua drank it in one gulp, she smiled at him.
Xie Wenwu, "..."
"Old Xie, why don't we go back and study harder, otherwise there won't be enough room for us in the kitchen." Zhou Xiaohu said worriedly.
Xie Wenwu put away the bowl, his eyes melancholy, "Let me finish this first, Master needs me."
Zhou Xiaohu, "..."
Everyone worked hard for three days and harvested more than 1,000 kilograms of cotton. It was a bumper harvest for the first harvest.
The picked cotton is placed in the yard and the seeds are slowly removed.
The remaining ones that have not yet shed their silk are waiting for the farmhands to pick them slowly.
The cotton in the cotton fields is not picked until the end of the month.
After weighing, the total was more than 1,900 kilograms, which means the yield per mu is more than 60 kilograms.
There are still some cotton fluff left in the cotton field, and Song Yuehua no longer cares about the harvest.
After cleaning out the cotton seeds, Song Yuehua and Duan Yidao carried 1,500 kilograms of cotton to the cloth shop in the county town.
The proprietress was very surprised to see that she had brought in new cotton.
Song Yuehua said, "You were the one who found this cotton seed for me. Naturally, when I produce cotton, I will give it to you first."
You can tell the new cotton just by smelling it, and the lady boss asked cheerfully, "How many do you have here in total?"
Song Yuehua said, "1500 jins"
"Such good cotton, only 1500, what can you do with it." The proprietress felt a little regretful, then turned around and said to Song Yuehua with a smile, "Then I want all of them, what's your price?"
Song Yuehua asked, "I will give the same price as others."
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