The children who went out were like birds out of their cages, exuding happiness all over their bodies.
Jian Yuelan was funny, "I don't go out every day, why are I so happy?"
"That's different."
The little chubby kid had a bright smile on his face, "There were a lot of people before, but today it's just me and my mom. I'm happy."
It's nice to be alone with her.
"You also slept with your mother at night."
"Occasionally."
Not every day.
I don't know what I thought of, but the child sighed and sighed.
"What did you think of?"
"Mom, I have a big, big question."
"Well, you say."
"Yesterday, I went out with my grandpa and grandma. On the way, I met an uncle wearing a black bandage on his arm."
This is a mourning cloth worn when someone in the family dies.
"The uncle's eyes were red from crying and he said he had no father. I asked the grandpa why this uncle had no father. The grandpa said it was because that uncle's father had passed away."
At this point, the child frowned and said, "Mom, does death mean death?"
"Yes."
The child yelled, "Why did that person die?"
"Because birth, aging, sickness and death are the eternal laws of nature."
"What are the laws of nature?"
Then, Jian Yuelan told the children what the laws of nature are.
When she finished speaking, the child did not say a word, but frowned and absorbed the content, and then said slowly, "I understand, mom, the natural law you mentioned is just like the old man loading the bucket before. At first, the length of the wooden board was not the same.
Qi, the water in the bucket will flow out from the shortest board, not from the longest board."
Isn’t this the barrel theory among the ten laws of nature?
Jian Yuelan was about to speak when the child said again, "Mom, do you think there is a possibility that we are the memories of the dead people, and we will be dead when the memories are over."
Jian Yuelan's eyes suddenly widened, and she was so frightened that she shivered. Is this a question that a child would think about?
"Son, why do you have such thoughts?"
Don't let her son see anything he shouldn't.
This kind of question that questions the authenticity of the world similar to "I think, therefore I am" has already involved philosophy.
"I suddenly thought of it."
This answer was beyond Jian Yuelan's expectation. She looked up at the sky. It was very good. The sun was shining brightly and it had not come out from the west.
"Mom, do you think this is possible?"
This question was really difficult to answer. After Jian Yuelan thought for a moment, she still didn't know how to answer it so as not to bring her child's thinking into a ditch. She then said, "Well, mom, let me tell you two stories."
"Okay, okay."
Then, Jian Yuelan told him about Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterflies, and how the world in Asan's myth was Brahma's dream.
The child listened very carefully, and when he finished, he said, "Mom, I need to think carefully."
"Okay, you want."
The store was almost fully decorated, and when the mother and son arrived, the carpenters were busy installing the wooden shelves.
She touched the wooden boards and saw that they were all polished smooth. There were no pricks or splinters at all.
Next to it lies varnish.
Jian Yuelan leaned over and took a look, "Master, can you paint it today?"
"It's ready to go once it's installed."
At this moment, a disgraced Wang Xinsheng came in from the back door. When he saw Jian Yuelan, he immediately said jokingly, "Boss Jian, I thought you had forgotten your store."
Ever since he came out from the village with his team to take over the work, he had never met a master like Jian Yuelan.
I really don't care about anything and don't come to the store to take a look.
On the contrary, the old man and his wife came several times.
"too busy."
"Yes uncle, my mother is very busy."
Listening to the baby's milky voice, Zhang Xinsheng was happy, "I remember you were busy too."
"I'm fine these days."
The child is a social cow and can chat with anyone. There is no such thing as shyness in him.
"I'm only busy for two or three hours a day, not as busy as you, uncles."
Zhang Xinsheng raised his eyes and looked at Jian Yuelan, "Boss Jian, how old is your baby this year?"
"Four years old."
"How to teach?"
Zhang Xinsheng humbly asked for advice, "Boss Jian, please share your experience so that I can learn to teach my children at home."
The same three-year-old child, Boss Jian, is clearly articulate and quick-tongued, and is always good at making small talk.
The one in his family can now speak smoothly except for short sentences, but it is difficult to complete long sentences.
When he is anxious, he can't say anything, he can only scream.
"I didn't teach, the children are taken care of by the elders."
How can she teach children? She can only teach them boxing.
In her native world, she was in a state of being kept free. Her parents never cared about her, and it was all up to her.
After she came to this world, she was a child with a human body and mind, and she also did not need the care of her parents.
There are a lot of children in the family, but education is not her responsibility. There are three uncles and the others.
"If you ask me, I can only say that it all depends on the child's self-consciousness. My only role is probably to teach the child to make progress with a little whip."
The room full of people who were listening and wanted to learn from her experience were immediately speechless when they heard her words.
Zhang Xinsheng couldn't even breathe and asked in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously."
Jian Yuelan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I really can't lie about this matter."
Zhang Xinsheng, "..."
Very good, his idea of learning from the experience of raising a baby was completely in vain.
Glancing at Doudou, who was grinning like a millet tooth, he sighed, "Boss Jian, let me show you around."
"If you have any dissatisfaction, tell us in advance so that we can make changes. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to make changes after everything is already done."
"good."
Then, Zhang Xinsheng led the mother and son around in a circle. I have to praise Zhang Xinsheng and their work attitude, they are really serious.
Also really attentive.
Strictly following her drawings, they did a great job on all the corners and small details that are not noticeable.
Even if there is a problem, as long as Jian Yuelan raises it, the work will be changed immediately.
More than two hours later, Jian Yuelan said goodbye to Zhang Xinsheng with a satisfied look on her face, "Mr. Zhang, I will go back first."
"Boss Jian, go slowly. Remember to come for inspection in three days."
"OK."
On the way back, Jian Yuelan took her children to the free market to buy vegetables.
The children couldn't walk when they saw the shrimps and pointed at the lively prawns to eat.
Jian Yuelan fished out a few and took a look at them. Seeing that they were huge, she bought six kilograms.
Because she bought a lot, the boss generously gave her a basket to put her things in and asked her to deliver them tomorrow.
The child heard the sound and said, "Uncle, why didn't you give it to us?"
The boss who was busy killing fish couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, "My child, I also bought the basket."
"If I had made it up myself, I would have given it away."
The one who bought it really can't give it away, otherwise this person will buy fish and shrimps and send a basket away, and the other one will buy and send another basket away. He will spend a lot of money buying baskets every month.
The child suddenly understood and gave his boss an idea, "Uncle, I think you can learn to make baskets yourself and save money."
"It saves money, but my uncle is too busy and has no time to learn how to make baskets."
Putting the killed fish into the basket, the boss handed the basket to Jian Yuelan and said to the child with a smile, "Remember to return the basket with your mother tomorrow."