In the age of crossing books, the female supporting role of salted fish won

Chapter 72
Blackboards are not difficult to make.

Find a piece of wood, paint it with black ink, and it should work.

But soon, Song Juan realized that she thought things too simply.

The template is easy to find, but the black ink is hard to find.

Although there is some ink in the house, it is not enough to cover a whole board.

Moreover, even if it is made into a blackboard, where can the chalk be found?

In addition, if you absorb too much chalk dust, you will easily get respiratory diseases.

"Being a teacher is really a high-risk job!"

Song Juan finally put aside the idea of ​​making a blackboard.

She didn't want to start to shine before she officially took office.

However, the matter of practicing hands with the little nephews can still continue.After all, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Song Juan spread out the white paper brought back by her third brother, and found out the writing brush at home. Song Juan began to write big characters stroke by stroke, preparing to use it as a template for her little nephew to follow.

Each large character is formed in Song Juan's pen, not very beautiful, but at least square.

Back then, Song Juan also took calligraphy lessons.

It's a pity that I was too playful and didn't succeed in learning.

But in this day and age, her calligraphy can be regarded as more or less on the stage.

In addition to the basic characters to learn, Song Juan did not forget to write some slogans and slogans suitable for this era, after all, she wants to do as the Romans do.

"Oh, my daughter's handwriting is so beautiful!"

Li Guilan came out of the house, didn't hear Song Juan's movement, so she went into Song Juan's room, and seeing the big characters written by Song Juan, her eyes lit up.

Although she didn't know a few of these characters, she just felt that her daughter's handwriting was beautiful.

"Mom, are you done?"

Song Juan closed her pen and looked at Li Guilan.

With a bright smile on Li Guilan's face, she said, "No, isn't it time to cook?"

"Is it time?"

Song Juan was also engrossed in writing just now, and didn't notice the passage of time.

"No, it's time to make lunch!"

"Otherwise, when your father comes back, you'll have to talk about it again!"

"Stop talking, write slowly, and mom will cook!"

Li Guilan quickly withdrew and went straight to the kitchen.

Song Juan put away the written paper, brush and ink, and then ran to the kitchen to help Li Guilan cook.

"Oh, you go to write, that's business!"

When Li Guilan saw Song Juan coming, she prepared to drive her back.

Song Juan said quickly: "Mom, I'm hungry too. Let's cook quickly!"

Hearing that her daughter said she was hungry, Li Guilan opened the cabinet and took out a generation of biscuits from it, and asked Song Juan to fill it up first.

"Mom, I don't want to eat cookies, I want to eat!"

"Problem!"

"I don't even eat cookies!"

Li Guilan gave her daughter a disgusted look, knowing in her heart that this was an excuse for Song Juan to help with the cooking.

The two stopped talking nonsense, but cooperated with each other, and quickly made lunch.

Song Laifu also got stuck and returned home, and the food was served as soon as he washed his hands.

"Master, how much firewood have you chopped?"

At the dinner table, Li Guilan talked to Song Laifu.

In this family, there is no such thing as eating, sleeping, or talking. You can do whatever you want.

"good!"

"The oak branches in the mountains are growing well this year. The fourth child and I put in a little effort, and two or three days will be enough."

"Where's the pine needle that kindled the fire?"

"It's quite a lot."

"Don't worry about it, I've done all these things with the fourth brother."

"Speaking lightly, can I not worry?"

Li Guilan glared at Song Laifu, "If it's snowing heavily and there's not enough firewood to run up the mountain in winter, will I suffer?"

"I know, I'll go back and search in the mountains, and bring back two piles of tree roots, sure enough to burn them!"

……

One meal, finished quickly.

Song Laifu didn't stay at home too long, so he smoked dry tobacco and walked slowly into the mountains with his hands behind his back.

Song Juan also wanted to follow, but was driven back.

The reason is that she must study hard at home, and must pass the exam in the spring of next year to become a teacher.

Song Juan sighed, she really didn't want to be a teacher.

After all, her predecessor was uneducated and did not have a degree, that is to say, as a temporary worker, she might have to do it for several years.

"Maybe, when the time comes, I will take the college entrance examination?"

"Forget it, don't bother!"

After reading for so many years in the previous life, do I still have to read in this life?
She was probably kicked in the head by a donkey.

Song Juan returned to her room and continued to write big characters.

And Li Guilan went out to the vegetable garden, saying that she wanted to pick two cabbage back.

Song Juan didn't follow this matter.

In the middle of the afternoon, Li Guilan turned around slowly with two Chinese cabbages in her arms.

Song Juan heard the movement and came out of the house.

"Mom, why have you been here for so long?"

"Hey, I talked to your Aunt Chunhua for a while."

Li Guilan was in a good mood.

Song Juan found out the information about Aunt Chunhua from her previous life's memory, and she was in a bad mood.

Aunt Chunhua, surnamed Mu, is well-known in their village for being eloquent, and what she does most is to pull the strings for the mediators.

"Mom, what did you say to Aunt Chunhua?"

"Hey, your marriage to brother Geng Wenxuan is about to be settled!"

As soon as Li Guilan said this, Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid that her mother would go to Mu Chunhua to arrange a blind date for herself.

"Mom, whose girl does Brother Wenxuan have a crush on?"

"An educated youth from our village!"

"Educated youth?!"

Song Juan's eyes widened, and Ye Wanjun's name popped up in her mind.

If it was really Ye Wanjun, Song Juan felt that she had to quickly find a way to stay away from Banpo Village.

"Well, a girl named Li Wan."

"I heard from Aunt Chunhua that this girl is very nice."

Li Guilan said with a smile.

Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief again.

Li Wan!
No impression!
However, as long as it is not Ye Wanjun, Song Juan has no objection to whoever it is.

"Mom, why did Brother Wenxuan fall in love with the other party?"

"By the way, this Li Wan, do you want to?"

"Girls in the city are willing to marry into our village?"

Song Juan really had no impression of this Li Wan.

After all, she only read part of the book, and some plots made her very angry, so she naturally skipped some chapters.

"How do I know that?"

"You have to ask Brother Wenxuan about this."

"I heard from your Aunt Chunhua that this girl is quite willing to marry."

"She has already sent a telegram to her parents in the city. If there is no accident, she should get married in a few days!"

"Wenxuan is really a good kid, alas, why am I not so lucky!"

Li Guilan's eyes drifted towards Song Juan's body as she spoke, with a faint tendency to turn into a knife.

Song Juan didn't expect that she would be involved in all this, so she quickly said that she had to go back to study, and then quickly slipped away.

"Heaven and earth, when will this day be the end?"

As men and women of the same age get married, Song Juan feels that she will be a little sad in the future.

(End of this chapter)