After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 237 Chapter 237

"This…"

Zhao Yuanle felt that the meaning of these words was a bit of a coincidence.

She personally thinks that those people really like to follow crooked ways, don't talk about martial ethics, and like to burn, kill and plunder.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle didn't continue to talk, Yao'er stopped asking.

"Well, I will know when I learn more in the future."

Zhao Yuanle touched Yao'er's little head.

"Well, you can go and see for yourself later."

She held Yao'er's hand and taught to write twenty-four letters, and it was over soon.

Zhao Yuanle: "Now, write it yourself a few times."

Yao'er copied it obediently, and accurately reproduced the details Zhao Yuanle told him.

Zhao Yuanle watched from the side, very satisfied.

She felt that she had a sense of accomplishment as a teacher for the first time.

When the time was almost over, Zhao Yuanle raised his head habitually, looking at the clock like in a classroom, but only saw the roof that had just been repaired.

Pausing for a moment, Zhao Yuanle slowly retracted his eyes.

When she goes to Rongcheng, she will buy a clock that can tell the time and come back with a few more batteries.

If there is a flashlight, you can also buy another flashlight for the family to use, she doesn't need it.

After waiting for Yao'er to write two pages, Zhao Yuanle stopped him.

"Okay, take a break, let's go to the next class."

Yao'er put away the notebook carefully, picked up a pencil and showed it to Zhao Yuanle.

"It's almost finished."

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle found a small machete, took the pencil, and sharpened it a few times.

Yao'er looked at the sharpened pen tip again, and curiously reached out to touch it.

"Is this made of coal?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's made of graphite and clay."

Yaoer: "What is graphite?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Well, it's actually the same as coal, but graphite is softer, so you can write on paper."

Yao'er: "Then what is clay?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's almost the same as the yellow mud."

Yao'er asked again: "Then why is it called a pencil?"

Zhao Yuanle paused, recalled it very hard, and explained: "Because it was made of lead at the beginning, it was called a pencil, and it was made of graphite later, but the name has not changed."

Hearing this, Yao'er asked again: "What is lead?"

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Her head hurts a little.

How to deal with the curious attitude of children at this time?
Seeing that Zhao Yuanle didn't answer, Yao'er understood.

"Oh, sister, you don't know either."

Zhao Yuanle also admitted.

"Yes, I don't know either."

This problem is finally over.

Zhao Yuanle also realized a problem, she should not teach Yao'er chemistry and physics beyond her capacity in the future.

Forget about biology, she didn't want Yao'er to ask her what the cell wall and nucleus look like, how they can be seen, and what the principle of a microscope is.

Let's teach En Chinese and mathematics first, and let the serious teacher teach him Chinese when he goes to school.

After resting for about a while, Zhao Yuanle began to teach him mathematics.

Teaching mathematics is easier than teaching grace, just teaching arithmetic is enough.

Symbols from zero to nine are not challenging for young children.

After Zhao Yuanle taught him a little bit, he began to teach him the concept of decimal system.

From one to ten, ten to one hundred, one hundred to one thousand, now to ten thousand, to one hundred thousand million, all the way to trillion.

This recursive logic is easy for Yaoer to understand.

Basically, what Zhao Yuanle said, he can remember and understand.

Zhao Yuanle's test method is also very simple, let him count directly from one to one hundred.

The unitary counting is very accurate and smooth.

Making sure he's got the concept, she fast-forwards to addition and subtraction.

Zhao Yuanle: "This is a plus sign, which means putting together, this is a minus sign, which means separating, and the equal sign means the result."

Yao'er looked at Zhao Yuanle and asked: "Separation means separation, it's not that there are no, there are still so many."

This…

Zhao Yuanle thought about it, and felt that he had indeed described it wrong.

She came in a simple and rude way.

"The plus sign means more, and the minus sign means nothing. For example, if two people get married, one plus one equals two, and if they have a baby, two plus one equals three."

Yao'er also continued: "Then the baby died, and three minus one equals two."

Zhao Yuanle was silent, frowning slowly...

She couldn't help but said: "Actually, it's usually the parents who die first, because they are older. It should be three minus two, which is equal to one."

Yao'er: "If you are older, you will die first?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Generally speaking, it's not obvious how old they are, but it's generally like this for those in their teens and twenties."

Yao'er was a little puzzled.

"What if the person is dead? Is there a ghost? Going to reincarnate?"

Zhao Yuanle said directly: "When a person dies, he is dead, he is gone, he can no longer move, he can't hear, see, or feel anything, and then he slowly turns into bones, and finally turns into ashes, melting into the soil inside."

As soon as this remark came out, Yao'er's eyes widened in surprise.

He looked at Zhao Yuanle to judge whether the words were true.

When he found that Zhao Yuanle's expression was serious, the surprised expression on his face could not dissipate for a long time.

These words had a great impact on him.

It was different from what he usually knew.

Seeing Yao'er so surprised, Zhao Yuanle also reflected on whether what he said was too direct.

The two stared wide-eyed and small-eyed for quite a while before Yao'er returned to his usual expression.

After recovering his expression, he said this sentence.

"I'm going to die with you."

Zhao Yuanle: "Well... let's forget it."

Yao'er: "Family must be together."

Zhao Yuanle: "Actually... there is no need for this kind of thing."

She decided to skip the subject.

But Yao'er remembered what he saw in the village before, and started talking again.

"The little ones die first."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

Yao'er: "In the river, there is Moon Mao Mao."

Zhao Yuanle frowned, recalled for a while, and then understood what Yue Maomao meant.

It's a baby without a full moon.

There is a moon in the river...

Zhao Yuanle suddenly felt a chill down her back, and she asked Yao'er, her voice trembling a little.

"What is it like?" Could it be that my youngest son saw something that others couldn't see?
Yao'er: "Damn it."

Zhao Yuanle: "When did you see it?"

Yao'er also recalled it for a while, and said: "Sanniang took me to pay New Year's greetings, and it was wrapped in cloth over there."

Zhao Yuanle was silent for a while.

Yao'er said again: "San Niang said, it must be a girl."

Zhao Yuanle was silent for a while, and then heaved a long sigh.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle was a little depressed, Yao'er lowered his head and began to write the numbers on the paper, occasionally glancing at her secretly.

Zhao Yuanle adjusted his mood, continued to teach Yao'er how to add and subtract within ten, and asked him to count by his fingers.

He learned these things quickly, and basically never asked Zhao Yuanle to teach them a second time.

Zhao Yuanle left some homework for Yao'er, and the first day's tasks were considered over.

Outside, there were other voices.

(End of this chapter)