Yun Mian hummed again as he hugged a bench and came out of the kitchen.
Wang Xiaojun's eyes immediately fell on her small body.
Wang Xiaojun was already jealous of Yun Mian after not eating the eggs. The three uncles praised Yun Mian in public, and Zhang Ruhua asked Wang Xiaojun to study hard with Yun Mian in order to get the candy, which made Wang Xiaojun dislike Yun Mian.
"A flatterer only knows how to move a stool for adults to please them."
Yun Mian put down the bench, lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Wang Xiaojun, not bothering to pay attention to the little fat guy who was so frightened by the wild boar that he peed his pants.
"Uncle, aunt, please sit down."
Yun Mian didn't know the village cadres in Xiushui Village either. He would call young women aunt and uncle when he saw young men. Sweet words can never go wrong.
Several cadres in Xiushui Village smiled when they saw that she was diligent and polite.
Seeing that the little girl was about to turn around and go to the kitchen again, Yun Yongcheng reached out and took her little arm.
"Mianmian, you play in the yard, uncle go get the stool."
As soon as Yun Yongcheng left, Wang Xiaojun smiled mischievously, and then bullied Yun Mian boldly.
Little Fatty pointed his fat little finger at Yun Mian's face and said with a proud look on his face: "Can you recite poetry?"
Without waiting for Yunmian to answer, Xiao Pangdun recited aloud with a proud look on his face: "The sun is shining over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and as far as the eye can see, the dumplings are facing the vegetable oil."
"Pfft!"
Their cultural level was not on the same level. Yun Mian originally did not want to be as knowledgeable as the little chubby boy from the old Wang family, but the poems that the chubby boy memorized made her unable to hold back her laughter.
Even when reciting poems, he is thinking about food. No wonder he looks like a meaty guy.
"Flatterer, why are you laughing?"
Wang Xiaojun was young and had strong self-esteem. When Yun Mian smiled, he suddenly became anxious and pointed at Yun Mian with a blushing face.
Yun Mian spoke calmly: "The sun is falling behind the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. I want to see a thousand miles away and reach a higher level. This is a five-character quatrain by Wang Zhihuan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, which means that the setting sun is falling behind the Western Mountains.
Slowly sinking, the mighty Yellow River rushes towards the East China Sea. If you want to see enough of the scenery thousands of miles away, you have to climb to a higher level."
Memorizing poetry is a piece of cake for Yun Mian.
In her previous life, her parents attached great importance to her education. They not only sent her to the best school, but also hired the best tutor for her. She was a perfect academic.
Bang bang bang!
As soon as Yun Mian finished reciting the poem, there was a burst of applause in the courtyard of Lao Yun's house.
Several village cadres, three uncles, and even several members of Lao Wang's family stared at Yun Mian with their mouths open.
Yunmian could understand why they were so shocked.
In the early 1980s, people in the village were uneducated. Most of the respected village cadres could only write a few words. There were very few college students. She, a six-year-old child, fluently recited Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower".
It came out and was translated by the way. It would be strange if these people were not shocked.
"Mianmian, can you recite other poems?"
Xiushui Village Women's Director Xu Yaqing's eyes fell on Yun Mian.
Yun Mian turned his wet eyes to look at Xu Yaqing.
Xu Yaqing wore a dull blue short-sleeved suit, a pair of khaki plaid straight pants, and had two long and thick braids on her head. She looked simple and gentle, and her tone of voice when talking to herself was also gentle.
Yun Mian had a good first impression of her. He smiled sweetly and replied, "Auntie, I can also recite "Mulan Ci"."
