After Jiang Jun spent three days with Li Caixia, he completely changed his mind.
After three whole days, Li Caixia still hadn't woven a single inch of her work. She pulled the thread extremely tightly, and the fabric she wove was stiff and had no elasticity at all. She kept emphasizing, "I see other people weave it this way. It's strong, airtight, and it doesn't lose its shape even after washing!"
When she saw Li Caixia confidently saying something stupid, she had the urge to slap her twice, but she could only hold it back: "You are helping me knit clothes, so you must do it according to my requirements. Clothes should accommodate you, not you accommodate clothes!"
Li Caixia wanted to prove that she was right: "Everyone else..."
Jiang Jun was getting impatient: "I'm not her! If you say anything about her again, go to her!"
Li Caixia fell silent and obediently took off the fabric on her hands.
Only when I went to bed at night did I dare to bury my head in the quilt and cry in grievance.
Jiang Jun was a light sleeper and woke up at the slightest noise. When Li Caixia finished crying and fell asleep, she still had her eyes open and couldn't fall asleep again.
It was impossible to convince her, and it was impossible to scold her. After thinking it over again and again, Jiang Jun decided: he would no longer try to reform Li Caixia, but must reshape her.
Only by putting Li Caixia in the position of zero could Jiang Jun control herself from getting angry and ensure that she was patient. She didn't want Li Caixia to mistakenly think that she was living under someone else's roof.
Jiang Jun got up early in the morning and took out two work notebooks, intending to write teaching materials.
Li Caixia went to make breakfast quietly, put it on the dining table quietly, and then stood aside at a loss.
In the bowl, the rice grains were just cooked until they bloomed, and the dried sweet potatoes were obviously not cooked through. The water was just water, and the rice was just rice, which was completely different from the sweet potato porridge she liked to eat.
This is all the result of saving gas!
"Li Caixia," Jiang Jun sighed inwardly and softened his tone, "How educated are you?"
"The first day of the new year."
"Only the first grade? Didn't you say you were going to the capital to study?"
"I started school late. I didn't start until I was ten."
Jiang Yun fainted. This meant that Li Caixia only had an elementary school education. "Then write down for me the Chinese texts and math formulas you learned."
Li Caixia tugged at the corner of her clothes nervously: "I can't write well."
Jiang Jun waved his hand: "It's okay, just write. If you write well, you don't need to learn from me, right?"
Li Caixia pouted in grievance, her eyes red.
Jiang Jun stood up and said, "You write first. I'll put the porridge in the bowl back into the pot."
Out of sight, out of mind. It’s more realistic to get some delicious food yourself.
When I cooked the porridge again and brought it back to the house, Li Caixia was chewing on the end of her pencil, her face full of distress: "Teacher Xiao Jiang, there are some words I can't write."
Jiang Jun turned her face away, not even bothering to look. To be honest, she was really afraid that after she finished reading it, she would be so angry that she couldn't eat her meal. "Put it away and have some porridge first."
The sweet potato porridge modified by Jiang Yun has sticky and glutinous dried sweet potatoes, white porridge soup, and soft rice grains that melt in the mouth.
Li Caixia sniffed and secretly glanced at Jiang Jun, not daring to say "It smells so good". She picked up the bowl and imitated Jiang Jun, taking small sips from the bowl, trying her best not to make any noise.
After being scolded impatiently by Jiang Jun with a frown on her face, Li Caixia no longer dared to share her habit with Jiang Jun as a good thing.
For a bowl of porridge like this, no matter how hot it is, you just need to put chopsticks in the middle of the bowl, stir it a few times, blow on the porridge a few times, and slurp it up and you can eat it. Now you have to eat it with such effort for half a day, slurping one or two grains into your mouth, without talking or making any noise, and no rice grains can fall on the table, and no soup can leak from the edge of the bowl. After drinking a bowl of porridge, my back hurts.
Jiang Jun looked at Li Caixia's tense shoulders and said, "Li Caixia, aren't you tired of eating with your shoulders raised like this?"
Li Caixia shook her head.
Jiang Jun sighed silently: "I'm tired just watching it!"
Li Caixia pouted, at a loss.
Jiang Jun raised his hands and tapped his shoulders on both sides: "Don't bend forward here, pull back."
Only when the shoulders are opened up, the lines of the back will be soft and smooth, without tension or pain.
Li Caixia was already nervous, and she twisted her shoulders as Jiang Jun instructed, doing whatever was awkward.
Jiang Jun had no choice but to stand up again and put his back against the door to demonstrate: "Your shoulders should be against the door so that you can open it."
Li Caixia quickly stood up, pressed her back against the wall, and shifted a few times: "Oh, so this is called stretching? Isn't this the posture for carrying a shoulder pole? When carrying grain and firewood in the production team, if my shoulders were uneven, the shoulder pole would always slide down, and my back would ache. If my shoulders were even, I could carry dozens more pounds!"
Hey, even drinking porridge requires the strength of carrying a shoulder pole!
Jiang Jun reached out and pulled Li Caixia away, patting her clothes and saying, "Look at you, you're covered in white ash."
Li Caixia finally saw Jiang Jun's gentle side again, and her eyes were red with emotion: "Teacher Jiang, I'll take the photos myself, don't get your hands dirty."
Jiang Jun was both angry and amused: "Don't cry so easily. If someone sees you, they'll think I did something to you."
Bullying a nanny as if she were a long-term worker will cause public outrage.
Her bad tone these days is also related to the lack of news from Jiang Yonghua. It is impossible for her not to be anxious and angry just waiting like this every day.
Perhaps some expression or words inadvertently took out his anger on Li Caixia.
Their current neighbors, besides Secretary Niu's family, are a new family living on the right. Li Caixia is always rushing to do the work, and if others see her timid appearance, who knows what they will think and say.
Li Caixia burst into laughter and said, "No, I didn't run into anyone these past few days when I went to cook. The only person I ran into was the older woman who lives at the west end. She walked past me and didn't even look at me."
Jiang Jun snorted, "If she looks at you, ignore her. Less trouble is worse than more!"
I haven't seen Zhang Ying during the day these few days. She might have gone out to work. But two nights ago, I heard Director Niu's footsteps in the corridor.
Li Caixia responded obediently, stopped talking, and took the two empty bowls on the dining table to the kitchen to wash.
Jiang Jun thought about it and decided that instead of going to the children in the staff housing complex to borrow elementary school textbooks, it would be better to wait until he returned to Beijing and directly ask Hong Hao for help - the editorial department of the textbook writers must have a complete set of elementary school textbooks from grade one to grade five.
Jiang Yun no longer had any expectations about Li Caixia's educational level.
Jiang Jun didn't have any hope for Li Caixia's knitting skills for the time being. It would be more reliable for her to make the woolen vest for Chen Yuanwu himself.
When the military service center opened, she went to see if there were any new floral fabrics. The weather was getting colder, and Li Caixia only had an old cotton jacket and cotton trousers. Apart from that, she had no other winter clothes.
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