Xie Wenwu had a sad face and was unable to cry. No wonder his uncle always said that it is better to strike first.
Seeing his look, Song Yuehua stopped teasing him and said, "You can take Dabao and Xiaobao to sleep over here. Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu and I will sleep on the kang over there with Granny Wang."
"Master, you mean that this kang belongs to me alone!" Xie Wenwu said happily.
Song Yuehua reiterated, "And there are twins!"
Xie Wenwu nodded perfunctorily, then climbed onto the kang and wrapped himself in the quilt like Xie Yu, feeling that the ice on his body was about to melt.
Fortunately, I asked Xiaoyu to make a few more quilts beforehand, otherwise with so many people coming, they might not be enough.
The next day, Granny Wang woke up.
The medicine had just been boiled, and after drinking it, Song Yuehua finally understood what was going on.
The day before yesterday, Zhu Zhenzhen came back again to ask for money, but Granny Wang really had no money left and just wanted to get rid of her quickly.
As a result, Zhu Zhenzhen became so cruel that she moved all the things in the house away, even the big pot in the kitchen.
Granny Wang chased after her and was pushed by her. The ground happened to be frozen at that time, so she injured her leg and fainted.
Granny Wang said sadly, "She is trying to kill me! She is trying to kill me!"
In this case, Granny Wang definitely cannot go back.
Song Yuehua thought for a moment and said, "You are injured now, so just stay here and we can wait until spring to discuss everything else."
Granny Wang also knew her situation, and said embarrassedly, "Girl, I am sorry to trouble you. Please take the silver and don't despise it."
When Granny Wang left the silver with Song Yuehua, she hoped she would use it when she built a house.
Unexpectedly, it ended up happening to me.
Song Yuehua laughed and said, "You are so rude that you have to use money to push people away."
"As we agreed earlier, I won't be polite to you, and you shouldn't be polite to me. Xiaoyu has been learning needlework from you for so long, but I haven't paid a penny as a disciple."
"I won't talk about other trivial matters. I recognize you as my own grandmother. From now on, your business is my business. Of course, if you want to despise us as a burden, just pretend I didn't say anything!"
With a personality like Grandma Wang, who doesn't like to trouble others and has been tough all her life, who would have known that when she was old, she would still be ruined by her daughter.
"You girl..."
Granny Wang's eyes became moist. She turned her face away and wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands.
"Yes, yes!" Xiaoyu also came in and said, "Xiaoyu is your apprentice, and I should take good care of you."
Granny Wang smiled helplessly. She just felt sorry for these little kids at the beginning and helped them occasionally, but it turned out to be such a good fate. That was all.
Since Xie Yu moved in, she would urge Xiaoyu to write a big character every day and taught her to read the Three Character Classic.
At that time in the bookstore, Song Yuehua had no money to buy the Three Character Classic in order to save money.
After coming back, I copied the Three Character Classic, Thousand Character Classic, and Hundred Family Surnames that I borrowed from Zhou Xiaohu.
Although Song Yuehua's calligraphy is average, it is still good enough for now as long as the characters are not written wrong.
In the morning, Xie Yu taught Xiaoyu to read and learn to read. In the afternoon, the two of them stayed on the kang on Granny Wang's side, and Xiaoyu taught Xie Yu needlework.
When Tang came to visit their home, he saw Xiaoyu learning to write from Xie Yu, and he couldn't help but have an idea.
At that time, I discussed with Song Yuehua whether we could send our two younger children over to learn a few words together.
Song Yuehua naturally had no objection. After she asked Xie Yu, the girl said of course it was okay.
From that day on, there were two more elementary school students sleeping on the Song family’s kang.
Even though I'm only learning two characters, if I want to write I at least need a pen.
Song Yuehua said to Erniu and his wife, "Just buy two pens and a piece of paper. The inkstone is too expensive, there is no need to buy one for each person."
As a result, Zhang Erniu braved the frost and ran to the town to buy paper and pen that day.
The next day, Tang and Zhang each brought 50 duck eggs, a string of bacon and a cured fish. Song Yuehua accepted the duck eggs and repeatedly emphasized that the family had no shortage of cured fish and bacon, so the two took them back.
Who would have thought that the next day the two of them would bring a large piece of fresh meat and a fresh fish.
Where can you buy fresh fish and fresh meat nowadays, unless you go to the county town.
Song Yuehua said seriously, "Take the fish and meat back home to eat. If you send anything else, don't send the two little ones over."
Tang and Zhang were stunned for a moment. They originally thought that she was just being polite, but they didn't expect that she was actually angry.
Thinking that he was her elder after all, Song Yuehua said gently, "The ground outside is frozen now. How far does it take for Uncle Erniu to walk from the village to the county town? If something unexpected happens on the way, what will you do, and what will Rushan do?"
Originally, she was only concerned about her children, but now thinking about it carefully, Tang couldn't help but feel a little scared.
The adults calmed down, and the children were not affected and studied very seriously.
Unexpectedly, the five-year-old child Zhang Ruochu also learned needlework with Xiaoyu and Xiaoyu.
Every time Song Yuehua saw Zhang Ruochu holding a needle, she was afraid that she would prick herself.
Zhang Rushan was a good student. He was smart and hardworking. After Xie Yu finished teaching in the morning, the girl went to the next room in the afternoon, so he sat on the kang and practiced calligraphy.
At first, Xie Wenwu could still point fingers and make comments, but by the second month, Xie Wenwu became autistic.
"You must have written one extra horizontal line here!" Xie Wenwu said unconvinced.
Zhang Rushan put down the ink-stained pen, smiled gently and said, "Old Xie, let's make a bet."
"What are you betting on?" Xie Wenwu asked.
Zhang Rushan thought for a moment and said, "Promise me one thing. I can't think of it now, so I'll talk about it later."
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