After seeing the house, Song Qiu came out and saw her grandma about to go out, "Where are you going, grandma?"
"Isn't your brother Wangcai's wife's first child? She's going to give birth in the next two days. She's so scared that she asked me to go and feel it. I guess she won't give birth today. I'll come back as soon as I go.
, soon." Old Yuan replied.
"Aling has gone to find Grandma Mo. I have nothing to do at home. Let's go with you." Song Qiu heard this and caught up, holding Old Yuan's arm and walking down the gentle slope together.
Grandfather and grandson walked slowly to the village side by side. Old Yuan glanced at Song Qiu and laughed at her, "I just went to rub my belly and join in the fun. You like to join in, but you are not happy to learn this craft from me."
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Hearing her mother mention the matter of learning midwifery skills again, Song Qiu quickly shook her head. She was a little dizzy just thinking about the battle of giving birth to a baby with blood in her head in the delivery room. She really didn't dare to ask her to deliver a baby.
study.
She plucked up the courage to think that having babies would be enough in the future, and she might as well forget about the job of delivering babies.
"How about you teach Ah Ling? She is brave and not afraid of blood. Maybe she dares to learn this craft."
The work of midwifery and the skill of matchmaking have always been passed down from daughter-in-law to daughter-in-law.
The old Yuan family lost his wife and had a granddaughter. This craftsmanship would not be lost, and he had long thought about passing it on to his granddaughter.
It's a pity that my granddaughter is not interested in this craft.
If we go forward, Mr. Yuan might as well force his granddaughter to learn it. After all, it is a craft, and with skill, he will be able to make a living no matter what in the future.
But now her granddaughter is quite capable in business and can support herself, so she doesn't force her to learn this craft.
After hearing what Song Qiu said, Old Yuan thought about it, since A Ling was registered in her family's household registration, she was considered a member of the Song family, and it was okay to pass it on to her. It was understandable that her mother-in-law was watching from below.
"Okay, I'll ask her later if she wants to learn."
Song Qiu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She was still afraid that her mother would have to catch her to learn.
Old Yuan responded, then thought of something and said, "What do you think of Erping?"
"Erping? What's wrong with him?"
From what she meant, she thought she was going to be a matchmaker for him?
Old Yuan said: "What do you think about Al-Ling telling Erping?"
Yuan Erping was born in the same year as Song Qiu, only a few months older, and his fifteenth birthday has just passed.
His temperament is similar to that of his father Yuan Hua. They are both lively, outgoing and not afraid of strangers, and they can speak well when they open their mouths.
At this age, it can be said to be a kiss.
Song Qiu shook his head when he heard this, "No."
Er Ping was a decent talent, but she felt that there was still something missing when it came to matching A Ling.
Old Yuan was just thinking about it. Seeing that her granddaughter couldn't agree, she immediately stopped thinking and said, "Then what do you think you can tell Aling? How about we hire a matchmaker?"
Song Qiu listened and said: "Don't worry, Aling is a few months younger than me. It won't be too late to get married next year. Why don't you ask a matchmaker? Just wait and see. I don't think this fate will come by itself."
It’s over.”
"If you don't ask the matchmaker, how can this fate come about by itself?" Old Yuan shook his head, but then he thought that their family was now well-known in eight villages across the country, and it was impossible to say that someone would actually fall in love with Al-Ling.
Here to propose marriage.
Then just take your time and watch.
Let’s wait until next year if nothing is suitable.
With this thought in mind, I stopped mentioning the matter.
While talking, they also arrived at Meng's house.
Meng Wangcai saw old Yuan coming from a distance, and hurriedly came out to greet her, "Grandma Yuan, you're here. Please show Yueniang a quick look. She got up from a nap, and now she felt a slight pain in her stomach.
I’m afraid I’m going to give birth!”
Old Yuan also came here to touch it yesterday afternoon, and it probably wasn't so fast. When he heard that his stomach hurt, he hurriedly went inside and said, "Okay, let me take a look!"
After saying that, he didn't let Song Qiu follow him in.
Since my granddaughter doesn't want to learn this craft, is still a girl, and is unmarried, it's better not to get involved in the excitement of this woman's birth.
His younger brother Wang Gouzi was only a few years old. When he saw Song Qiu standing in the yard, he wisely came up and asked her to sit in the house.
Song Qiu refused to go, so he turned around and moved a stool for Song Qiu to sit on.
Song Qiu thanked him and sat down in the yard. After Wang Gouzi moved the stool, he squatted under the jujube tree and rowed around with a small stick.
She was curious, so she got up and walked over to take a look.
Wang Gouzi was making a stroke on the ground with a stick. The character was very big and he was still missing an arm and a leg, but it was clear that it was the word "wang".
"Are you writing your name?"
Wang Gouzi looked up at Song Qiu and smiled sheepishly, "Brother Awen taught me this. I've been practicing for several days, but I still can't write well."
"Sister Aqiu, I heard that you are also literate. Do you think I am writing correctly?"
This Brother Awen is talking about Tang Wen from the village chief’s family.
Not many people in the village are literate and can write. The village chief's family is the only one who can read and write.
Song Qiu was originally illiterate, but she forgot to hide her clumsiness when she first came here. However, she said at that time that she was blessed by the Buddha and her brain was enlightened, so she could learn it without learning.
At that time, she didn't know what to say, so she followed the steps her mother told her.
Now after all this time, no one doubts that she is literate.
After all, everyone in the village thinks she is smart?
Now that I think about it, her mother will really make excuses for her. No matter how unreasonable, they are all considered to be blessed by the Buddha.
Buddha is a very useful shield.
Song Qiu knelt down, picked up a small stick, and wrote the three characters Wang Gouzi for him stroke by stroke under what Wang Gouzi had written.
"Here, it's written like this. It's a bit difficult to write the character "dog" when you first start writing it. Write the character "wang" well first, then take your time. If you can recognize your own name and can write it, you'll be great!"
Wang Gouzi smiled even more embarrassedly when he was praised, "I will write well!"
After that, he paused, looked at Song Qiu's hesitation, and then asked: "I heard them say, Sister Aqiu, you mentioned the matter of setting up a village school with the village chief grandpa? I don't know whether the village chief grandpa should take this matter.
Well, it would be great if Uncle Mingde could really teach us how to read and write! Then I would definitely study hard!"
"Do you want to study and become literate?" Song Qiu asked him.
Wang Gouzi's face was full of yearning, "I think! Only by reading and literacy can you be successful. My grandpa has a family in his village, and his grandson is literate and can write. So when he went to the town to find work, others were rushing to get him. Now he works in a shop
If you work as a waiter, you can earn 800 yuan a month!"
"If I can also read and write, I can work as a clerk in a shop in the town. If I earn more money, I can buy medicine for my mother."
Wang Gouzi's mother was very weak after giving birth to him, and she was not getting better intermittently. Now she is bedridden all year round and cannot get any medicine.
Wang Gouzi's father and his brother Wangcai spent most of the money they earned after working hard for a year on medicine.
Under such circumstances, no matter what, Wang Gouzi cannot be sent to study, not even the village school in Shitou Village across the street can afford to send him.
That's why Wang Gouzi hopes that their village can really set up a village school.
He heard the adults say that if the village could set up a village school and call Mingde Shu as the teacher, all the children in the village could go and no money would be collected.