The school run by Mr. Xue is halfway up a hill.

This place is remote and the land price of the house is cheap. The old gentleman bought it with the reward money he got from winning the lottery.

Li Qingshan, who was full of energy, got up early early, checked the situation of Little Red Horse's copying of the Three Sons Sutra, and then ate half a serving of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Of course, the little red horse also had the intention of cheating and spat on its portion of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

I had thought that Li Qingshan wouldn't eat it at all, so he just pulled off the saliva-stained portion and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the little red horse was completely speechless. To be honest, looking at his own saliva, he couldn't even swallow it.

Li Qingshan was actually able to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that splattered with a few drops of saliva.

Otherwise, he is the master...

Stepping on the white snow, Li Qingshan walked quickly, and the little red horse behind him raised its legs in the snow, marching with some difficulty.

After walking for half an hour, they arrived in front of the school.

The plaque of the school is a table board with the four characters "Zhixing School" written in red paint.

I have to say that Mr. Xue's handwriting does have a unique charm. It is simple, thick and has a sense of age when he writes.

"Mr. Li! Why are you here?"

Xiaoyao'er, whose cheeks were as red as a red apple from the cold, jumped and ran out. As he ran, he greeted the school: "Sister Qiao Xi, Zhang Dong! Come out and have a look, Mr. Li is here!"

Soon, the three boys and girls who had been asking questions every day appeared neatly in front of Li Qingshan.

"Good morning, Mr. Li! Good morning, Little Red Horse!" Zhang Dong clasped his fists and said, "I don't know that you two distinguished guests came to the school, but I am not welcome at a distance. Please forgive me..."

Snapped!

Xiao Yaoer's classic big pussy appears!

Zhang Dong fell headlong into the snow. When he got up, he was still smiling. He was not angry at all after being beaten like this by Xiaoyao'er. He even seemed to enjoy it...

Josh saluted, and an oriole-like voice slowly sounded: "Good morning, Mr. Li, are you here to take the place of Mr. Xue in class?"

Zhang Dong and Xiaoyao'er looked at her one after another and said in unison: "Will you take the place of the old gentleman in class?"

"How come we don't know?" they both said in unison again.

"Don't imitate me!"

This time Zhang Dong didn't force Lai Lai, but he got a big blow from him again.

To be honest, just from what Li Qingshan saw, this guy would be beaten three times a day... But then again, he really needs a beating sometimes.

Josh ignored the two people who were messing around and continued: "Because Mr. Xue didn't come, he has never been late...and Mr. Li, who would never have appeared, showed up."

Li Qingshan nodded: "Jiao Xi is very smart. Teacher Xue is old and is a little unable to teach you... From today on, I will be your substitute teacher."

"You guys remember to get out of class and go see his old man more often."

"Please follow your instructions!"

…

It's noon.

The one-day course has come to an end.

Since the school is located halfway up the mountain, it is easy to be in danger if you go home too late.

Therefore, the daily classes are very early, basically taking place all morning and ending at noon.

According to past rules, Mr. Xue would personally cook some food for them to eat, and would only let them go back after finishing the meal.

According to Xiaoyao'er, the old man would cook a meat dish every day, but he wouldn't eat it himself.

The euphemistic claim is that I don’t like eating meat, but in reality I want to leave meat to my children.

The two girls didn't have a big appetite and didn't eat much meat, so the meat basically ended up in the mouth of half-year-old Zhang Dong.

"Tomorrow is the winter solstice. How about we make some dumplings to deliver to Mr. Xue?" As he spoke, Li Qingshan unloaded a large piece of fat and thin pork, a bag of fresh leeks and a bag of flour from the back of the little red horse.

"Make dumplings! I'll chop the meat!"

"Then I'll wash and chop the vegetables!"

"Sir, let me make some noodles."

When he heard about making dumplings, even Josh, who usually talked the least, showed a hint of interest.

In this way, the division of labor is complete.

There are ready-made kitchen utensils in the school.

Even though these three children are young, none of them have bad hands-on skills.

Zhang Dong's action of chopping meat is so skillful... At first glance, he really looks like a pork seller.

Xiaoyao'er was also very efficient when washing vegetables. It didn't take long for her to wash and chop a large bag of leeks.

Not to mention the older Josh, whose kneading movements are light and powerful, and a large ball of white flour is very obedient in her hands.

Li Qingshan glanced at the little red horse who was dazed at the side, and said disdainfully: "Look at me, I am so capable at such a young age, look at you!"

"When I make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and noodles every day, why don't you come up to help me? You still know how to eat them?"

"Eh..."

Little Red Horse: Last time I wanted to make noodles, did you dislike the horse dung on my hooves???

Selectively ignoring the dissatisfaction of the little red horse, Li Qingshan ran to the side and became a hands-off shopkeeper, watching the three little guys working.

A sense of joy arose in the heart of the old father as the child became sensible...

…

There is a small wooden house located two miles west of the school.

This place is conveniently the residence of Mr. Xue.

I have to say that this wooden house has the style of the wooden house that Li Qingshan built himself.

There are many gaps between the walls. Although they have been filled with soil, there are still many places where air leaks.

Arriving in front of the wooden house, Li Qingshan knocked on the door: "Mr. Xue, let's come and see you."

"Here we come..." a voice full of exhaustion came out.

Squeak!

The wooden door was opened, and Mr. Xue, who was wearing a ragged coat, saw several people coming, and quickly stepped aside: "Come on, come on, it's cold outside, come in quickly."

"Hello, Mr. Xue! How is your health?"

"Dumplings! Mr. Xue, I brought dumplings to see you... As the saying goes, dumplings are not as delicious as they are fun..."

Snapped!

Xiaoyao'er struck Zhang Dong with a lightning palm and knocked him to the ground...

Relatively speaking, Mr. Xue was very familiar with this scene. He didn't even look at Zhang Dong who fell to the ground...

The attentive Josh saw the books beside the bed and frowned: "Mr. Xue, why are you still preparing for lessons? Mr. Li is in class now, you can rest for a while."

Mr. Xue smiled and said: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it..."

After taking a look at the environment inside the house, Li Qingshan found that this place was not much better than his original living environment.

After all, he possesses the Spark Technique. No matter where he is, at least he won't freeze, but Mr. Xue's body...

"Okay, hurry up and put down the dumplings and let Mr. Xue have a taste of your craftsmanship." Li Qingshan greeted, and the three of them immediately took action.

Not long after, plates of "jade-like" dumplings were served to the table.

Mr. Xue's table was not big and could only seat four people. Li Qingshan pressed down the three teenagers who insisted on giving up their seats to him.

He carried two plates of dumplings and a stack of old vinegar, walked to the stone steps at the door of the wooden house, and invited the little red horse to eat together.
Chapter completed!