My imagination has come true

The little dolls are really well behaved.

Mu Qingyun was sitting on the fluffy and soft cotton cushion made by the little girls themselves, tasting the cumin potatoes roasted by the children, and she almost felt like she wanted to become a teacher.

Although she didn't like teaching and educating people much when she was working as a tutor to save money, but if the students were as cute and hard-working as these dolls now, being a teacher must be the happiest thing in the world.

There were no serious teachers in Mu Qingyun's villa, so she just found some teaching videos, and selected a group of literate people from the refugees, as well as people who could handle children at a glance as assistants. Children learn on their own.

At that time, she was already prepared to be covered in chicken feathers.

Mu Qingyun herself had been studying hard for more than ten years. She spent more time in school than at home. She knew very well how troublesome the students' affairs were.

It is said that students are the most obedient, orderly, and well-managed, and they cannot be wrong. Anyway, Mu Qingyun’s class can sing twelve songs of love and hatred throughout the year. On average, one song a month is not a big problem.

But the children she has gathered together now cannot be said to be all smart, there are also children who are very slow to learn and make people anxious, but they are all mature.

The older one will take the initiative to take care of the younger one.

Even children who are four or five years old and still in kindergarten in modern times never cry and know how to cherish books and things.

The maturity of children makes people soft-hearted and lovable.

Xia He and the others always reminded her in a roundabout way, saying that children need to be beaten and beaten in order to grow strong. In short, if a child is spoiled, he will be spoiled.

By the way, she spoils children? Children aged four or five are required to line up and eat by themselves, pack their own bags and books, dress themselves, plant flowers and vegetables, and clean the house.

Practice calligraphy every day, half an hour a day for those four or five years old, and one hour a day for those six years old and above. Although there are not many classes a day, five classes, each class lasts forty minutes, but they still have to learn crafts, so don’t worry. Boys and girls have to learn to cook, learn to cut clothes, and learn some handicrafts every now and then. They are very busy.

Is it considered pampering to feed and clothe the children, prepare a small playground, coax them gently, play games with the children, and occasionally watch various movies?

That is something that every child deserves and should get from the hands of adults.

Mu Qingyun had a hard life as a child, but her mother, uncles and aunts in the village also gave her the sweetness she deserved.

She no longer remembers the details, but she still remembers the swing frame by the lotus pond, the wind chimes hanging by the bed, the origami ingots and frogs, large and small hula hoops, and the small pull cart made of tires and wood.

Speaking of which, most of the various movies and videos she watched for her children were related to study. The only one that was highly entertaining was "Journey to the West".

For the sake of children's eyes, I only watch it for a short time every day.

It's so simple, and I still think she spoiled the children.

Humph.

The sound of children reading neatly came from the library nearby.

Because the window was open, the sound drifted in the wind, and not only Mu Qingyun, who had sharp ears and eyesight, could hear it clearly, but also the villagers outside at the entrance of the private cinema.

Wang Tiezhu heard it in an instant. The boy with the loudest voice and the loudest voice, who read like a hammer, was his precious eldest son. For a moment, his dark face could not help but show a little joy.

No one in Lao Wang's family could read in his eight lifetimes. Unexpectedly, this year there was smoke coming out of the ancestral grave.

Their son Lezi...no, his name is Xiuwen now, and Xiuwen's brain is very bright. The fairy told him that he was a mathematical genius and that he should be trained well to become a scientist in the future. Don't worry about the family, anyway, he gets fifty taels of scholarship every year, which is fifty taels. He has lived for decades and has never seen that much money.

Wang Tiezhu now wakes up half-way through his sleep every night. Even his mother-in-law doesn't like sharing a bed with him anymore.

Minmin Bu Chijin was also in a daze.

Nowadays, the outside of the capital is tight but the inside is tight. The embroidered censors, the imperial army, and other spies are all investigating her, the princess of the Golden Pagoda tribe. If it were anyone else, they would be so frightened that they would not want to see the light of day, but Min Min Bu Chijin just wanted to go to the busiest place.

Where else can be more lively than the Immortal Blessed Land in Roarquan Mountain?

Today happened to be the day to sign up to watch a movie in the Immortal Paradise, so Minmin dressed up and used some tricks to get into the crowd of moviegoers.

"Immortal? He is not omniscient and omnipotent."

She already knew how she was exposed.

It's all because Qi Zhenye couldn't handle it, and she has become the reincarnation of 'Qin Hui'!

Minmin didn't see the sky screen this time, but she had seen the sky screen before. Just because of this sky screen, she couldn't carry out many of her plans. Even the people below were helpless in doing things, and many of her subordinates were worried. God punished him and he didn't dare to move at all.

Now those calculations and plans have come to nothing. It might have been okay if she hadn't been exposed. Now that Qi Zhenye has exposed his identity, she has turned from darkness to light, and is being controlled in every way. It's really irritating!

"Qi Zhenye!"

Minmin felt a little resentful, but more of a helpless feeling.

She naturally likes Qi Zhenye. She has fought against this man many times on the battlefield and has been entangled with him for seven or eight years. If she didn't have a good impression of him, she would have killed this old rival long ago.

But she also knew very well what was wrong with this man. He was a man who grew up in a honey pot. He was also protected by his father's ancestors when he went to the battlefield. He was good at fighting against the wind. Once the situation reversed, he would definitely lose.

In terms of character, this person cannot be said to be very tough.

She was willing to be "hidden in a golden house" by this man, not because she believed in him, but because she believed in his identity as uncle.

Who would have thought that one wrong step and one wrong step would lead to the situation we are in today.

Minmin sighed and glanced across the crystal clear glass. She saw the elevator door downstairs opened, and two cooks pushed milk and snacks up. Not long after, the children in the library moved to the small restaurant. Go have...afternoon tea.

She fell silent for a moment.

Are there really gods in this world?

Is that a Han Chinese god?

The Jinta tribe also sacrifices to the gods every year, so why doesn’t the god favor her tribe?

Minmin Bu Chijin pinched herself hard, no, she must not waver.

Across the crowds of people, Minmin's eyes fell on the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor. The so-called Fairy Qingyun was sitting there, and her shadow looked very slender.

"I want to see if you, a fairy, can kill me."

If she could kill a fairy, it would be much more interesting and useful than her original plan.