My village can't be like this

Chapter 637: Son is forced to study

After returning home, little Siqi couldn't wait to get out of the car.

"Grandma, roast duck, roast duck."

It didn't matter that he got off the car. He took the two roast ducks he got from Zhang An, one on each side, and then trotted back to the house to find Wang Fang to take credit.

It’s true, although the little guy doesn’t look very big now, it seems like it’s no problem for him to carry two roast ducks.

You have to know that the two roast ducks weigh about three or four pounds in total, which is not particularly light.

However, Zhang An had seen his own son lift a car violently before, so he was not particularly surprised.

He felt that it was his own strength that was passed down to little Siqi.

"You're hungry again. We have ducks at home. If you want to eat some, grandma will cook it for you."

Wang Fang stretched out her finger, gently tapped her grandson's head and said, although she said this, her face was full of a kind smile.

"No, I just want to eat roast duck."

Although the family kills a chicken and a duck every now and then, the little guy is obviously tired of eating them and prefers the roast duck that he doesn't eat often.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you. Grandma will steam it for you at noon."

After all, he is her own grandson, so Wang Fang would of course choose to pamper the little guy.

"Hey, this duck still has two legs. Did the duck owner wipe them off for you?"

Wang Fang opened the two roast ducks and found that only one had legs, and the other was bare with only two wings left.

"Grandma, I ate it. It was delicious."

As soon as the little guy heard his grandmother mention the duck legs, he quickly spoke and stretched out his hand to his mouth and pretended to gnaw on the duck legs.

Originally, Wang Fang wanted to say that Zhang An was wasting money, because the roast duck was not cheap, and she thought that buying one would be enough and there was no need to buy two. But when she saw that her grandson liked it so much, she immediately felt that it was worth it.

As the saying goes, money can’t buy a grandfather’s happiness. For her, money can’t buy her grandson’s happiness.

After little Siqi finished playing tricks in front of his grandmother, he ran to Xiaohu and started chasing after several big dogs in the house.

"Okay, stop messing around, come here and I'll take you to wash your hair."

Zhang An parked the car and saw his son's dogs fighting in a mess, so he shouted.

The little one must have a lot of broken hair on his head and body after just having his hair cut. If he doesn’t wash it clean, he will definitely be pricked and feel uncomfortable after a while.

"Oh!"

Hearing Zhang An's shout, the little guy had no choice but to obediently roll down from the big tiger.

Back in the bathroom, Zhang An turned on the heater and adjusted the water temperature before taking off his son's clothes.

Even though I just put on this outfit this morning, there must be a lot of broken hair stuck in it, so I definitely can't wear it anymore.

“Daddy, it’s itchy, hahahaha, hahahaha.”

Little Siqi is very ticklish. When Zhang An was taking off his clothes, he accidentally tickled his armpits, which made him curl up in a ball immediately due to the itchiness.

"Okay, Daddy won't pull you anymore. Close your eyes. I'm going to release the water."

Zhang An sat on the bench, laid his son across his legs, and took the shower head to turn on the water.

"I closed it."

Little Siqi closed his eyes tightly and said that what he hated most in the past was washing his face. He would get angry every time, not to mention washing his hair and taking a bath.

But as he grew older, he no longer rejected these things.

After the water wet Xiao Siqi's hair, Zhang An reached out and took a box from the sink.

This box contains a box of medicine powder, which Zhang An specially prepared for washing hair. Now his family doesn't even need shampoo to wash their hair.

Because in later generations, Zhang An was deeply poisoned by shampoo. Not only was that stuff expensive, but it was also extremely toxic.

Later, as he was middle-aged, his hair was not as thick as when he was young. As a result, a lot of hair fell out every time he washed his hair, even when he didn't wash it.

After a few years, even he himself felt that the hair on his head was becoming increasingly thinner, and the hair growing out was less than the hair falling out.

But every morning when I wake up my hair feels like it’s been greased. There’s no way I can not wash it, so I have to make do with it.

So when he came back, in order to be responsible for his thick black hair, he stayed away from that thing.

Just after Zhang and his group came back, Zhang An found a recipe for Chinese medicine powder from the pile of medical books he gave him. Now he would never use shampoo again.

The formula is also simple, mainly consisting of soap beans, Polygonum multiflorum, Ligustrum lucidum, Platycladus orientalis and black sesame, combined with some other adjuvants.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Zhang An came up with the first prescription. After going through the processes of processing and grinding, he soon produced the finished product.

After trying it for a while, he was shocked by the results. After using it for more than a week, Zhang An found that his hair stopped falling out when he washed it, and when he woke up in the morning, his hair was not as oily as before.

I used to wash my hair every morning, but after using the powder, I don’t feel any pain even if I don’t wash it for three days.

So, from that time on, Zhang An asked everyone in the family to use this powder to wash their hair, but he didn't expect that even greater surprises were yet to come.

My mother Wang Fang already had some white hair on her head. Although they were few, they seemed to be increasing day by day.

However, after using the powder made from this prescription, he discovered after a while that although the white hair on his mother's head was still there, upon closer inspection, the roots of the hair had begun to turn black.

Originally, Zhang An just wanted to wash his hair without losing it, but it turned out that this recipe could make the hair black, so Zhang An liked it even more.

So from then on, his whole family used the medicinal powder that he prepared and ground himself.

"Okay, now that you're done, go find your mom to help you dry off."

After a while, Zhang An patted his son's butt and said.

When Xiao Siqi heard this, he couldn't wait to get off Zhang An's lap and ran to find Su Ying.

Zhang An had nothing to do, so he threw his son's clothes into the basin and washed them with his hands.

There is no need to use a washing machine for just one piece of clothing, especially children's clothes.

After washing and hanging, Zhang An took the opportunity to sink his mind into the space, wanting to observe the big centipede that had just shed its skin.

Looking closely, the big guy was still sitting there motionless, just like yesterday.

However, it had eaten up all the old skin it had shed. The color of its body had deepened from the yellowish brown color it had just shed its skin to the current dark green color.

It seems that the outer shell on its body has hardened a lot. According to the experience of the last molting, as long as the outer shell on its body turns into ink-black, it will be considered hardened and it will start moving again.

Although this guy has grown to the size of 300 legs, Zhang An plans to wait until it hardens before finding a chance to tell Yan Peifeng. Then, Zhang An suddenly remembered that the last time Yan Peifeng came to him to take the centipede to Sanqing Temple, the old man said that the 300-legged centipede was not the most important thing, and the main thing was whether it could grow into a brain bead.

Thinking of this, Zhang An wanted to confirm it. He was worried that he had spent a lot of effort to create a giant centipede with more than 300 legs, but in the end there was no bead in its head, which would be in vain.

Generally speaking, if you want to know whether a centipede has formed a brain bead, you have to pry it open.

But this is not necessary for Zhang An, because as long as he is in the space, he can see whether it exists or not.

He did what he said. As soon as the thought came to his mind, he immediately entered the space, came in front of the big guy, put his hand on the big guy's cold body, then closed his eyes and concentrated.

The next second, the inside view of the big guy's body appeared in Zhang An's mind.

The first thing you see is where his hand touches, and then it slowly moves forward.

When he finally looked inside the centipede's head, Zhang An discovered an oval-shaped object the size of a pigeon egg.

Although Zhang An had never seen this thing and had never heard of it before, he was sure that this was what the old man needed in the prescription.

Only after seeing this thing did Zhang An feel satisfied.

But this thing really looks small. This big guy is now four feet long, and his head is like a small basin, but the bead is only the size of a pigeon egg.

After finding out that the most important thing was there, Zhang An stopped and quickly opened his eyes. Although the perspective was good, it was too stressful for his mind.

He didn't want to overdraw his energy and have his head spinning and dizzy like last time.

The next step is to find a reason to tell Yan Peifeng the news.

After leaving the space, Zhang An returned to the room and found that his wife was teaching his son pinyin.

"Uh, why do you have to teach him so early? Qiqi is still so young. He won't be able to learn even if you teach him."

Looking at his son sitting obediently beside his mother and reciting aoe along with her, Zhang An did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Although he always thought his son was very smart, he was only this smart.

You have to know that when other children learn these things, the youngest is about four or five years old and starts in preschool.

"It doesn't matter if it's early or not. You can only know whether he can learn it or not if you teach him. If you don't teach him, he will never learn it. Besides, I have been teaching him other pronunciations since he learned to speak. Now he is learning well and can speak long sentences. Anyway, he has a lot of energy, so I'll just find something to keep him busy."

After hearing what Zhang An said, Su Ying became unhappy and immediately retorted.

As a teacher, she not only wants to teach her students well, but also wants to teach her own son well.

"Okay, okay, you can teach me if you have time."

Seeing that his wife was about to change her mood, Zhang An tactfully ended the topic and left the room so as not to disturb Teacher Su's teaching session.

After all, he has to protect one of him and his son. If Teacher Su gets angry, neither he nor his son can escape.

Although his son is feeling a little aggrieved now, at least Teacher Su is in a very stable mood now.

However, Zhang An felt that what his wife said made sense. Although his son had learned to speak before, he could only pronounce a few words and his pronunciation was not clear.

Later, when Teacher Su had time, he spent a lot of effort holding his son's hand, and now the little guy can speak like a little adult.

Xiao Siqi’s tutoring time didn’t end until noon.

While eating, he didn't dare to get close to his mother, but sat obediently on Zhang An.

Seeing his son's appearance, Zhang An could only cheer him up silently in his heart.

Because school is about to start, everything will be fine as long as we can get through this period. Because both classes taught by Teacher Su will have the high school entrance examination this year, she definitely does not have any extra time.

After dinner, the little guy still didn't stay close to Su Ying. Fortunately, Teacher Su was busy with other things and no longer focused on him.

"Come on, Qiqi, and go out and play with us."

After a while, Li Yao's group of naughty kids ran to the door and shouted.

It was fine when little Siqi just learned to walk, but now he can run and jump, and has gradually become an indispensable member of their army of naughty kids.

Little Siqi didn't have much freedom in the morning. When he heard his brother Li Yao calling him, he couldn't bear it any longer. He just dropped the small jeep under his butt and went out to meet up with the main group.

"Li Yao, where are you going to play?"

Zhang An didn't stop his son from going. Although these naughty kids were young, they were still very reliable.

He just asked casually to find out where his son had gone so that he could keep an eye on him later.

"Godfather, we are going to fly kites in the rice fields."

When Zhang An asked, little Li Yao quickly answered honestly, his excitement not diminished at all.

Because he knew that his godfather was different from his biological father and would not stop them from going out to play.

"Oh? Where's your kite?"

Zhang An looked at the weather and found that it was a bright spring day, which was indeed suitable for flying a kite.

"Here it is. I bought a Monkey King."

Li Yao held his kite high up to show Zhang An. It was in the shape of a Monkey King. Other children also held up their kites, with patterns of paper kites, butterflies, cranes, phoenixes, dragonflies, etc.

But the most beautiful one is definitely the one in Li Yao's hand holding the Monkey King, because it is much bigger than the other kites.

The kites that children in this area play with are all hard-wing kites, made only of bamboo frames and plastic paper.

These are also sold in stores. They are not expensive, usually only a few cents. They are very popular among children and affordable.

After all, this is for kids to play.

Unlike the particularly large string-shaped kites and barrel-shaped kites of later generations or other places, which are large and long and very difficult to fly.

If the place to fly a kite is too small or the wind is not strong enough, it will be impossible to fly the kite.

Even if it can be released, it is not something that children can play with. It is usually a toy for adults.

"Come on, come on, I'll go play in the rice fields with you guys."

Zhang An also liked playing with kites when he was a child, but he didn't have money to buy them at that time, so he made them at home using white paper and bamboo strips. But even so, he still had a lot of fun playing with them.

Arriving at the rice field, Zhang An discovered that there were quite a few people here. Almost all the children, big and small, from the village were there, even those from the Dongli yard.

Nowadays, there are no vegetables left in the rice fields after a winter, so they have become a paradise for children.

(End of this chapter)