Jiang Xiaohua had just changed her clothes when Mrs. Jiang came in.
"Milk, is that person in the backyard awake?"
"Wake up! Your third uncle went over to see you this morning. He's fine. He even drank half a bowl of porridge. By the way, Xiaohua, your third uncle said..."
That's what the third child, Jiang Xiangyuan, said.
Mrs. Jiang actually disagrees.
A girl who works in a household should learn how to read and write, but it is more serious to learn how to run a household from her two daughters-in-law.
I can see that the little flower will get haircut in another year and a half.
There is so much to learn!
But Jiang Xiangyuan, the third child, said that our little flower is pretty and it would be better if she could read and calculate accounts again. She would not be bullied even if she married into her husband's family in the future.
For the sake of the third child, he will not be bullied.
Mrs. Jiang only agreed.
Her good granddaughter is so good that she cannot be bullied!
Seeing the hesitation on her grandma's face, Jiang Xiaohua was curious, grabbed her arm and asked: "Nai, what did the third uncle say?"
Old Mrs. Jiang grabbed the little girl's hand and looked at it carefully. It was obvious that this hand was not for working. Not only was it long and thin, but it was also white and tender.
There are a few scratches, which must have been left when cutting wormwood.
Mrs. Jiang sighed in her heart.
It's a pity that such a good daughter was born into their Lao Jiang family.
How wonderful it would be to be born into a rich family!
"Hua'er, your third aunt said those mugworts are useful? What are you going to do?"
"Miscellaneous, you will know about this in a few days, and you haven't said anything yet about what the third uncle said!"
"Your third uncle, it's like this, Xiaohua, the man in the backyard is not an ordinary person at first glance. He is literate. Your third uncle said that anyway, he is recuperating at our house. He is idle during this period. It is said that he is someone like you."
Before my brother comes back, I want you to learn to read and write from the guy in the backyard, are you willing?"
Jiang Xiaohua looked surprised after hearing this.
Even to death, it is impossible for Third Uncle to say this.
This is what Ling Wenjing’s third uncle said!
Tsk!
I really think about her!
However, this is also good!
This saves Jiang Xiaohua from having to talk to grandma about this.
Seeing that Jiang Xiaohua didn't speak, Mrs. Jiang thought that the girl was unhappy and continued to persuade: "Hua'er, although we are a daughter's family, if we can read, we will be better than the daughter's family who is illiterate. Wait for our Hua'er family to
When you have hair extensions, you won’t be bullied when you marry into your husband’s family!”
cut!
After all, who can bully her?
Jiang Xiaohua snickered!
She shook Old Mrs. Jiang's arm and said coquettishly: "Mistress, you are the best to me, I will listen to you!"
"That's right! Let's eat first. Before your third uncle left, he found the sand table for you. It was used by your older brothers. After dinner, you can go to the backyard. Your third uncle has already made an agreement with that person.
, and he agrees!”
Jiang Xiaohua nodded.
After eating, I opened the door to the backyard.
I saw that the man was wearing a dark cloth robe with arrow sleeves, and the sleeves were damaged in several places.
These are the clothes of Jiang Xiaohua's father, Jiang Xiangwu.
The man was sitting on the bed with a noble and elegant demeanor, which was not compromised by the clothes on his body.
He held a long stick in his hand and was writing on the sand table.
The man looked up when he heard the voice.
The flying eyebrows and a pair of eyes seemed to be soaked in cold light. As the eyes moved, there was a compelling light. When he saw that the person coming was Jiang Xiaohua, the curve of his lips rose slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
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Jiang Xiaohua walked in facing the man's faint smile. She put her hands behind her back at first. When she got to the man, she stretched out her hands and found a few bright red fruits in her palms: "I picked them from the back mountain and ate them, right?"
It’s good for you to recover from your injuries, just think of it as the repair I prepared for you!”
This is the red fruit that Jiang Xiaohua specially went into space to pick.
This thing is so precious!
There is only one tree in the base space.
It doesn’t bear much fruit either.
The man answered it and observed it carefully.
Jiang Xiaohua took another stick, glanced at the man's movements, and said, "Don't worry, you can just eat it after washing it!"
"Is this Zhu Guo?"
Jiang Xiaohua lowered her head with a slight guilt: "What is Zhu Guo? I don't know what you are talking about?"
"Did you really pick it in the back mountain? Tell the truth!" The man looked over and Jiang Xiaohua immediately felt the edge inside.
Tsk!
I'm doing this for your own good, do you understand?
If you don’t eat such a good fruit, you’ll fall down if you don’t eat it!
Jiang Xiaohua raised her head, her delicate face was filled with anger, and her eyes glared over, pretending to take it back.
The man moved his hand back.
"Requesting something back after giving it away? It's not polite!" He raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Hmph! Who is rude! I gave you fruit to eat, and you still doubt me?"
"Ben...I don't doubt you. I just want to know where such a fruit can be found, or do you simply not know the effectiveness of this fruit?"
"It's a joke, don't I know?"
"Then tell me, where did it come from?"
"Are you still teaching how to read?"
"Teach me after you finish speaking!"
"Huh!" Jiang Xiaohua frowned: "Don't ask, it's not picked from the back mountain. It's just like those medicines. You don't understand even if I tell you! If you want your injuries to heal as soon as possible, it's best not to ask anything.
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The man nodded, picked the smallest one from the palm of his hand and threw it into his mouth.
"You can't eat more of these red fruits. Just eat one in five days. You have a place to put the rest!" The man sent the remaining red fruits to Jiang Xiaohua, his eyes flowing, looking at Jiang Xiaohua.
Little flower.
Jiang Xiaohua is not stupid, this is testing her!
The man also wanted to know where these red fruits came from.
Jiang Xiaohua raised her lips and put the remaining three red fruits into her pocket in front of the man.
Gone.
Ling Wenjing's eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiaohua's pocket. It was so plain that there was no fruit in it at all.
this……
Ling Wenjing's face showed surprise at first, and then a look of surprise.
Want to ask?
His mouth moved, but he finally held it back.
Jiang Xiaohua raised her hand and waved it in front of the man's eyes: "You look like a deceit when you stare at a girl like this!"
Ling Wenjing froze up!
Withdraw your gaze.
He put his hand against his lips and coughed a few times, then cleared his throat.
“Today I’ll teach you how to write your own name!”
Jiang Xiaohua thought he was teaching Xiaozhuan.
It turned out not to be.
It’s a big seal script!
"This is a seal script. It was created by our ancestors who observed all things in the world and measured the mysteries of the world. They took the shapes of birds, fish and insects as their meaning. It is simple, elegant and most beautiful. However, the font is complicated and it is very inconvenient to write on bamboo slips."
Ling Wenjing took a stick and wrote the six characters Jiang Xiaohua and Ling Wenjing on the sand table in this seal script. After writing, he taught Jiang Xiaohua one character at a time. In addition to reciting, he also taught Jiang Xiaohua the meaning of each character, such as Jing.
This word refers to the brilliance of jade.
After hearing that the last three words were Ling Wenjing's name, Jiang Xiaohua raised her head and glanced at the man in confusion.
Teach yourself His name!
What does this mean?
"Listen carefully and don't get distracted!" The man didn't even raise his eyes.
Jiang Xiaohua knelt down in front of the sand table, gathered her mind, and practiced seriously on the other sand table.
Jiang Xiaohua has a good memory. When Ling Wenjing was writing, Jiang Xiaohua focused on memorizing the stroke order of each character.