Chapter 201 200. Little Ginger Almost Sets Fire...
Everyone likes cute and carefree children.
Lei Li picked up little Erhua, teased him in his arms, and held Erhua's little hand to interact with little Jiang, making the two children giggle.
Meng Luo urged his third brother Meng Yao to pick up Xiao Erhua.
Meng Yao felt a little embarrassed and picked up the chubby boy a little awkwardly. He felt that Xiao Erhua was solid, like a solid meat dumpling, while his younger brother was like a soft bun when he was a child.
When the aunts and sisters nearby saw this, they laughed and teased Meng Yao, saying that he should hug this fat boy and have a baby soon. They also asked him if he was married and wanted to introduce him to some good boys and girls.
Meng Yao was so embarrassed for a moment, but his eyes subconsciously glanced towards Yuger.
Yu Ge'er was also stealing glances at him, and when their eyes met, they separated immediately as if they had been electrocuted, without saying a word, except that their ears and faces turned even redder.
Lei Li found it funny watching from the side.
But as he touched his flat belly, he couldn't help but wonder if he could get pregnant again.
He still wanted a little boy or girl, either a well-behaved and sensible one like Xiaobao, or a boisterous one like himself. If she was like Zhou Yi... then he would have to marry her off, otherwise she would be bullied without saying a word after getting married.
His father is a big cat, and his brother is a kitten. He will meow when someone holds him and rubs his belly.
Lei Zhouzhou.
This name is really suitable for boys and girls, and it also carries his father's surname.
Lei Li thought about it, curled up his lips and smiled softly, which was seen by Zhou Yi. Although he didn't know what he was laughing at, he couldn't help but laugh with him.
The first birthday party that Liu Xiaocao held for her youngest son Erhua was a grand one. There was meat, fish, vegetables, and even a mushroom soup. In the past, that was a feast that could only be enjoyed during the Chinese New Year.
After the sumptuous banquet, it was time for Xiao Erhua to hold his first birthday celebration.
The plump and white little Erhua was placed on the large square table, his bright eyes looking at the things scattered around, including books, brushes, abacus, purse, small wooden sword, as well as money strings, seals, combs, longevity locks, etc.
They are all things with good meaning.
Xiao Erhua seemed confused about what to do and wanted his father Liu Xiaocao to hold him, but when he saw that he was not held, he tilted his head to look at his father.
For a while.
He seemed to understand and tentatively picked up something, looked at his father's reaction, put it down, and picked up something else. He touched several things in a row but still couldn't decide.
Lei Li picked up little Jiang and watched Erhua's brother do the "Zhuazhou" (grab the name of a certain year) ceremony. He chuckled and said to him, "Jiang also did the "Zhuazhou" (grab the name of a certain year) ceremony when he was one year old. There were more than twenty things on the table. Does Jiang still remember what he grabbed?"
"What?"
Four-year-old Jiang has long forgotten what happened when he was one year old. He looks at his father with curious eyes.
"Grab your brother Xiaobao's hand."
Lei Li said with amusement, "As soon as she saw your brother Xiaobao, her eyes lit up and she crawled towards him, grabbing his fingers and giggling."
"Dad finally pulled Xiaobao's fingers out and carried you away to continue the "Zhuazhou" celebration. But you thought Dad and your brother were playing with you, and you giggled and crawled towards Brother Xiaobao."
"Oh……"
Little Jiang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was a little shy. He threw himself into his father's arms and giggled, "I held Brother Xiaobao's hand? Twice?"
"Three times."
When Zhou Yi heard Lei Li talking about this, he couldn't help laughing. "On the third climb, you grabbed the things nearby, even the small brush and gold ingots, and hugged them all in your arms."
"Your father once said you were greedy, don't you remember?"
"I don't remember..."
Little Ginger shook his head and thought for a while, "Then where are my little ingots?" Why did he seem to have never seen the things his father talked about?
"You gave them all to Brother Xiaobao, so where are the small ingots left?"
Zhou Yi laughed grimly and said, "Your father was laughing at you at that time, but then he saw you stumble to your feet, holding a bunch of things and walking towards Xiaobao. You gave everything in your hands to brother Xiaobao, leaving nothing behind."
"You couldn't even stand steadily and sat on the table with a slumped butt, and smiled at Xiaobao with crooked eyes. In the end, you even wanted to take off the silver bracelet on your wrist and give it to your brother Xiaobao."
"bracelet……"
Little Ginger stretched out his little hands and looked at his two bare wrists. Only then did he realize that he had two bracelets, which he had forgotten.
The little guy turned his head to look at his brother Xiaobao, and saw a bright silver bracelet on his brother Xiaobao's hand. He grinned and said, "My brother is wearing it!"
At this time, Xiao Erhua had also finished catching it, and it was a big white and fat bun.
The little fat boy grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, then bit off half of it in one go, making his father Liu Xiaocao laugh and cry. He scolded him and sighed slightly.
"I wanted you to take advantage of your husband's status as a scholar and pass the exam to become one in the future, but you're just busy eating... It's good to be able to eat, it's a blessing to be able to eat."
It would be great if Xiao Erhua could grow up to be as strong and healthy as his father Niu Ershu.
The one-year-old ceremony is over.
The first birthday party was over.
Everyone in the village helped to clear the tables and dishes, pack up leftovers, sweep the floor and wipe the tables, organize the gifts from the guests, and take the children back home.
Those who were on good terms with Liu Xiaocao stayed to talk to him, and Lei Li naturally did the same.
When talking about the things that happened during their own children's one-year-old celebration, especially the story of Lei Li's little Jiang borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, everyone burst into laughter again.
Every year, when a child has a one-year-old birthday celebration, Lei Li would remember it. Every time, Lei Li would smile and tease the little ginger. Every time, the forgetful little ginger would be surprised, which brought a lot of laughter to the adults.
Fortunately, Xiao Sheng Jiang had just taken his brother Xiao Bao to play with his younger brother Er Hua, otherwise Xiao Bao would have stayed here and heard it, and would have been shy and embarrassed again.
The husbands and wives were talking about interesting things about their children, while Zhou Yi and Meng Yao were chatting about children's books.
Simple enlightenment is different from enlightenment at school. After going to school, it should be more systematic and targeted, and study around the imperial examination step by step.
This is also a form of exam-oriented education.
The set of enlightenment reading materials that Zhou Yi is currently compiling tends to be more interest-based education, guiding children to learn and explore things on their own, with a great degree of freedom.
Zhou Yi also wanted Xiao Sheng Jiang to develop one or several hobbies, such as reading, playing chess, Cuju, boxing, or flower arranging, painting, playing the piano or the flute, or even just daydreaming.
For example, he likes cooking, reading, and taking care of people. Lei Li likes making money and also likes to play with him... These things should not be blocked for children first.
Lei Jingsheng likes to draw and make up stories, his mother Liu Ye'er likes to make clothes, his father Lei Dashan likes to farm and do carpentry work, Liu Xiaocao likes to chat with people, and Miao Fulang likes to pick mushrooms and see Xiaobao happy.
Everyone should have something that interests them, otherwise life would be so boring.
But if you ask little Jiang what he likes now, he will definitely say that he likes Brother Xiaobao, or that he likes playing with Brother Xiaobao. Let's wait until he grows up.
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Time always passes quickly.
In the blink of an eye, winter snow fell. Meng Luo, Mei Yuqing, and Meng Yao were about to return to Zhongchuan, and the series of children's enlightenment books compiled by Zhou Yi also came to an end.
The six books including "Reading", "Awooo Animals", "Eating and Drinking" have been finalized. Several sets of samples have been produced first, and I gave one set to several familiar people.
The village chief's family has two, Liu Xiaocao's family has one, and his eldest sister-in-law's two children have one. Miao Fulang and Zhu Zhuer each have one, and my grandfather's family also has one.
Of course, the first set is for the little ginger.
Little Jiang loved this set of reading materials so much that he even carried them in his small schoolbag to school. However, six books were too heavy, so Zhou Yi asked him to pick just one.
Little Ginger likes the "Bedtime Story" in it the most.
At first, I listened to Daddy, Adi, Brother Xiaobao, and Sister Jingsheng read it, and later I began to learn and read along. As I read, I learned a lot of characters and vaguely understood many principles of life and work.
So whenever Little Ginger saw others doing something wrong, especially when there was a conflict or quarrel that was different from what was described in the storybook, he would be very confused and would step forward to stop them and try to reconcile them.
Little Jiang said, "He bumped into you, that was his fault, he should apologize. You were rude and mean to him, that was also wrong, you should apologize. Quarreling is not good, we should be united and friendly like the little elephants."
Little Jiang said, "The teacher assigned homework, but you played around and didn't do it. You even lied to the teacher. That's wrong. You should have told the teacher honestly, apologized, and then made up the homework. A good child is one who admits his mistakes and corrects them."
When someone was bullied, the little ginger boy, who was the size of a radish, saw the injustice and bravely went to help the bullied classmate, but he was no match for the big kid who bullied him and was pushed down instead.
Little Ginger didn't cry. He ran to find the teacher. When the teacher came, the older children ran away. They were criticized and their parents were called in. But the brave Little Ginger was praised by the teacher.
Little Ginger was very happy. He felt like he was the brave warrior in the story who defeated the dragon. After school, he happily told his father and grandfather about it.
Daddy first affirmed the little ginger's brave behavior, and then taught the little ginger that when it is obvious that he cannot defeat the dragon, the warrior can also seek help from others, such as the master, daddy and father.
If I rush out at the beginning, I will probably get hurt, and then my father, my daddy, and my brother Xiaobao will all be worried.
Dad also said that if you can help, then help; if you can’t help, then refuse. If someone you don’t like asks you for help, then refuse immediately if they ask you for help.
Little Ginger seemed to understand, but nodded obediently. He would still go out to help when he saw something unreasonable, but he would go to adults immediately if he could ask them for help.
Then……
Little Jiang suddenly got the title of "Little Judge".
Little Ginger: "Huh?"
He didn't know what the title meant, but since it had the word "official" in it, it must be a good thing.
He had heard from the aunts and uncles in the village that being an "official" was very powerful, and if he could become one, it would be a great honor for his ancestors!
Smoke rising...
Little Jiang wore a small cotton-padded jacket and ran to see his great-grandfather and great-grandmother's mound before it snowed. He tilted his little head and wondered in confusion, "He's an official now, so why doesn't he have cigarettes?"
The doubtful little ginger almost set fire to his great-grandfather's and great-grandmother's graves, because fire makes smoke...
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