No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"Go to school, get some tables and chairs, and put them in the study room. From now on, you...you guys, read and write together every day." Jia Lian was just pointing at his youngest son, but he happened to see Jia Zhuo and the others coming out, thinking of going home. Girls also need to study, he said hurriedly. After thinking about it, he pointed at Wang Xifeng and said, "You and Heping'er are the same, let's study together."

Wang Xifeng and Heping'er felt their legs were a little weak and could only support each other. If it were before, it would be impossible for Wang Xifeng to argue with Jia Lian, but now that Jia Lian is getting older and his temper is getting calmer and calmer, Wang Xifeng will no longer lose any face in front of the children. No more left for Jia Lian.

No matter how sad it is, you have to carry it out. Fortunately, the school has expanded rapidly in the past few years, and there are still enough tables and chairs. Jia Lian and his family were asked to put six tables and chairs in the study room in the small courtyard. After dinner every day, as long as there is nothing else, their family of six can , don’t do anything else, just read and practice calligraphy together.

Wang Xifeng was educated by the old lady before, and Ping'er also studied in the servant class for a few days, but soon went to the northwest to join Jia Lian. After so many years, to be honest, except for the few words on the account book, there is no other All the money was returned to the old lady.

Jia Lian was about to vomit blood again. In the family of six, apart from himself, only Jia Zhuo and Jia Wei could read more. The Jia family has always been very tight-lipped about girls, and they had learned well before. Later, You Shuang's grown-up girl was also brought in, which was also a source of motivation. In the inner courtyard, they are quite average in every aspect. So Jia Lian looked at his two sons and the last wife and concubine. What could he do? Let’s start over.

At this time, it turned out that Jia Ruo was okay, because he didn't know many words, but he could memorize it. He could memorize the Three-Character Classic and the Thousand-Character Classic. It was his grandfather who taught him and let him memorize it for fun. Jia Lian nodded and looked at Wang Xifeng and He'er. They both wanted to hug each other and cry. I deeply feel that I can’t live this life any longer. At this moment, the two of them felt that maybe Jia Ku was really spoiled by the two of them. Jia Lian was busy and the two of them were just such a baby at home, so the three of them didn't like to study, so that was it.

Jia Zhuo was a good sister, and she felt very uncomfortable when she saw her biological father staring at her mother, her second mother, and her brother Ku. From now on, during the day, when Jia Lian is away, she will stay with her mother at home, and Er Niang will study hard and try to catch up on her homework.

In this way, the last person to enter this house is Jia Ku. Sitting in the middle with his hands behind his back every day, he himself felt very miserable. Everyone said to help him make up for it, but he ran away. If he is willing to make up for it, why should he bother?

Jia Ku is actually really smart. He told Ou Mengmeng that generally speaking, Pi's children are very smart children, because Pi also needs wisdom to support him. So Jia Ku went to find Ou Mengmeng again.

Ou Mengmeng listened quietly to Jia Ku's complaint. It was a little strange that such a child could talk so much. However, she is very patient, mainly because her daughter talks a lot. She has been talking to her since she was a child, and it seems that she can save a lot of words every day and come back to talk to her. But the problem is, she also talks so much about others. Therefore, if she talks a lot to the child, her methods are limited, but she is used to listening. Because I couldn't bear to stop my daughter, I had a little more empathy for other children.

She did her own thing, and then Jia Ku sat aside and angrily sued the whole family.

"Ancestor, did you hear that?" Jia Ku talked for a long time, his mouth was dry, he drank a large bowl of rice soup, and then looked back at Ou Mengmeng who was seriously answering the question.

Jia Jue, who was opposite Ou Mengmeng, also gently wiped the unnecessary sweat on his head. Who does this kid look like? This little mouth has never stopped since he came in.

Ou Mengmeng persisted in writing the last line, handed it to Jia Jue first, then put down the pen and thought for a moment, "You said that your father and mother are too cruel, Aunt Ping is nagging, and the eldest sister, second sister, and eldest brother are not willing to help you. , right?”

"Uh-huh, ancestor, can I come and live with you?" Jia Ku held her little face in her hands and acted cute.

Jia Jue also started to hold up his head. Who does this guy look like? So stupid! He had almost forgotten the days when he lived in the old lady's Bisha closet. He just thought, this guy is not a coward. He doesn't know how to write, right? With the old lady, that's much harsher than Brother Lian. Besides, Brother Lian has to go to the Yamen to order a meal. He is away most of the day, but the old lady is there every day. Ou Mengmeng looked at the sky, how could she look like an old grandmother who could help take care of her children? After struggling for a while, he looked at Jia Ku's pretty little face, thought about it and said, "I set the rules in the school."

"Well, children like school." Jia Ku said hurriedly.

"Then do you want me to talk to your father and let you try out in the first grade, just like a student?" Ou Mengmeng nodded and said hurriedly.

"Can I stop my father from beating me?" Jia Ku said hurriedly.

"Is it okay to punish me by endorsing or copying books?" Ou Mengmeng thought about it. It would definitely not work without punishment. We still need to discuss how to punish them. She generally respects the children's own wishes. The result is their own choice. What does it have to do with the old lady?

"Is it okay to ride a horse as a punishment?" I have to say that Xiao Douding was still smart and said hurriedly.

"It's not impossible, but there have to be rules. For example, if you disobey in class and gossip to your classmates, what's your punishment? I can't let you skip class and go out to ride horses, right? Also, the horses in the school are fixed Yes, when you are in class, others are also taking horse riding lessons, and there are not many horses for you. If you wait until get out of class is over and go to ride a horse for a penalty, then the horse will work overtime. Do you think you have to compensate the horse? So the penalty When you ride a horse, you have to feed the horse, help the horse tidy up the stable, and do the little things you can..."

Jia Jue now put his head on his hands and looked at Jia Ku with great sympathy. The baby's name was wrong. Isn't it really hard? They all found it themselves. However, he was looking forward to it. This child was like this. He couldn't cry and shout that he wanted to come back to study with Jia Lian. He was his biological father, and he really wouldn't be cruel.

Anyway, Jia Ku was confused, so he put his small fingerprint on the document the old lady mentioned, and made three copies. Jia Ku took one copy, gave one to Xueli, and gave Ou Mengmeng one. After they accepted it, Jia Jue was asked to take Jia Ku to school.

It's been half a year since the first grade started, and the point is, this time the students in the first grade are all based on Zhou Yan, the grandson of Zhou's parents. They are all around fifteen years old and have studied for N years. Now let them study for another six years. I felt a little sorry for them, so in addition to studying hard every day, they focused on other things besides studying, such as the reconstruction of Ningrong Street.

Then Jia Jue brought a baby who was more than two years old and almost three years old, and said that he would read as much as possible. However, everything was the same as them, starting from early reading.

Zhou Yan was fifteen years old and quite tall, almost seven feet tall (22.7CM*7, about 1.6 meters). Looking down at the little baby who was less than three feet tall, he felt a little doubtful about life.

It snowed all night in Wuhan. It was a kind of small ice. When I went out in the morning, the ambient temperature in the car was negative three. Then the snow didn't stop, it melted on the car glass, and then it became a horse. The ice was so frightening that I could only scrape it with my wiper, making a harsh sound. I finally arrived at the work unit, and I deeply felt that I couldn’t afford to be in this class. I didn’t dare to park outside, so I could only park in the parking lot downstairs. It cost fifty yuan a day. I really couldn’t survive this life.