Five-year-old little girl: Mom has thousands of acres of material space

Chapter 53
  Qiu Lianniang stood next to Zhao Youcai. When she heard her man say such words, she smiled quite proudly: "My eldest son Tiezhu is fourteen years old this year. He can be regarded as half of the labor force. Dagang, let him be named as well." Bar."

"Hey, good!"

The couple got off to a good start, and immediately more people signed up enthusiastically.

"Li Zheng, and me! I also participate in digging ditches."

"Dagang, add me too!"

……

More and more people are signing up to dig ditches, which makes the few who hold objections look ugly.

Zhao Rascal was also one of them. He looked at Jiang Wei who was standing outside the crowd, said "poof" and cursed: "You stinky bitch, I don't know what insidious tricks you played to make Li Zheng listen to her like this. Why should we let everyone dig ditches..."

As he scolded, he looked at Jiang Wei's slim waist with his eyes wantonly, and felt a fire in his lower abdomen.

Jiang Wei's consciousness was sharp, and she quickly noticed Zhao Rascal looking at her. Her eyes darkened, and a dark color flashed in her eyes.

But she didn't say anything, she just walked to Jiang Xiaoxiao silently.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was standing next to Liu Dagang, watching him record the names of the villagers with a brush stroke by stroke.

He wrote very laboriously, and his strokes were crooked, like a dog crawling.

When he encountered a word he couldn't write, he even just used a cross to express it.

Liu Dagang attended a private school for several years when he was a child, but because of a famine in the village, his family couldn't even afford food, so he stopped studying and returned home.

Over the past few years, he has almost forgotten the few words he can remember.

"Brother Dagang, the word "lin" in Zhang Dalin is wrong..." Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the twisted words and finally couldn't help but spoke helplessly.

"Ah, I wrote it wrong? Where did I write it wrong?" When Liu Dagang heard Jiang Xiaoxiao say that he had written it wrong, he couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment. He crossed out "wood" with a brush and prepared to rewrite, but After writing for a long time, he couldn't finish it.

Jiang Xiaoxiao could only say: "You also missed one word for wood. It takes two characters for wood to form a forest..."

"Oh..." Liu Dagang suddenly realized it. Just when he was about to write, he suddenly seemed to realize something. He opened his eyes wide and turned to look at Jiang Xiaoxiao in disbelief: "Xiaoxiao, when did you understand these words?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was stunned when he heard this, and then said haha, "Haha, that's what my mother taught me."

This word is in the "Three Character Classic", so she shouldn't be exposed...

Jiang Wei walked over just at this time. She glanced at Liu Dagang's dog-like words, and a trace of helplessness flashed across her face, and she said, "Well, I taught her."

"Really, Xiaoxiaoniang, are you still literate?!" Someone nearby couldn't believe it.

Before Jiang Wei could speak, Li Zheng snorted proudly from the side: "That's not true. Before Xiaoxiao Niang came to our village, her family was from a scholarly family. Her father was a private school teacher, so she was naturally literate!"

After Li Zheng's personal verification, everyone no longer had any doubts, but there was still some surprise on their faces.

"Wow! Mr. Private School!"

"I heard that anyone who can be a private school teacher must at least be a scholar. Is it possible that before Mrs. Jiang married into our village, her family really came from a scholarly family?!"

"If this is really the case, then the Li family is still superior to the Jiang family!"

……

Mr. Li, who was hiding away from the crowd in the distance and had almost no sense of presence, frowned when he heard this.

Why didn't he know about Jiang's literacy?
  Mr. Jiang fled famine and came to their village five years ago. He heard that all his family members were dead. At that time, every household was poor and it was enough to have food to eat. His family used two kilograms of grain to buy Ms. Jiang as their elder. Three's daughter-in-law. Thinking about it, Mrs. Jiang has been silent in the past few years since she married into his family, like a dull gourd, and she never seemed to say that she was literate...

"Bah, this bitch is hiding from our family. She is really heartless. If our family hadn't given her a mouthful of food back then, she wouldn't be alive today!" Mrs. Li scolded angrily from the side. He stared at Jiang Wei in the crowd with vicious eyes.

But scolding was enough, and she no longer dared to directly go up to trouble Jiang Wei like before.

Li Zheng, who was in the crowd over there, noticed the old couple and said directly: "Li Yongqiang, who did your family send to dig ditches?"

"What kind of faction are you going to send? My family doesn't..." Old Mrs. Li was about to refuse, but she was stopped by Mr. Li, "My family keeps the money and digs it."

With so many people in the village participating, if his family continued to refuse, it would look out of place.

"Okay, Dagang, write down Li Shoucai's name." Li Zheng warned.

"Hey, okay dad!" Liu Dagang wrote twice, frowned again, turned to ask Jiang Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, how do you write the word wealth?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao: "..."

How could you ask so naturally? ?

"I gave you two years of study for nothing, and you can't even write a single word!" Li Zheng waved his big hand, simply asked Liu Dagang to get out of the way, and handed the brush to Jiang Wei's hand with his backhand, "Xiao Xiaoniang, before I see you The handwriting is quite beautiful, why don't you come and remember the names of the villagers?"

Li Zheng begged her in front of so many people, Jiang Wei couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

She took the brush, sat on the small bench handed to her by Liu Dagang, and started writing.

"Li Shoucai" appeared smoothly on the paper. The small characters in regular script were written neatly, vigorously and beautifully.

It is in sharp contrast to the dog-lying words written by Liu Dagang earlier.

Liu Dagang squatted aside and covered his face in shame.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stood aside and patted his shoulders to comfort him. It was okay. Her mother was the heroine after all. With the halo of the heroine, she was the best at everything she did. It was not a shame to be compared to her.

Everyone gathered around to watch, and all exclaimed.

"Oh my god, even if I, an illiterate person, read it, the writing is so good!
  "Xiaoxiao Niang is a talented person. It can be seen that she has practiced this word very hard!"

……

Rascal Zhao was also outside the crowd looking at Jiang Wei who was writing.

Even when she was sitting on a short bench, her back was straight, and her delicate face looked indifferent and distant, but her movements always carried a certain calmness.

The more Rascal Zhao saw that the fire in his lower abdomen was getting bigger and bigger, his heart felt like thousands of ants crawling around, and it was extremely itchy.

He looked at it, and his eyes inadvertently fell on Jiang Xiaoxiao beside him.

The five-year-old child is neatly dressed, and his little face is fair and white, with red lips and white teeth. Even at a young age, you can see that his eyebrows are very good.

Rascal Zhao couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and cursed in his mind: They are indeed mother and daughter, they both look so attractive!

He couldn't hold back his anger, so he rubbed his crotch twice and simply turned away.

Halfway through, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender figure sneaking toward the foot of the mountain at the end of the village.

(End of this chapter)