The leisurely life of rebirth.

In the blink of an eye, it entered autumn. At the end of August, in the autumn evening, the cool breeze swept away the heat of the day. After dinner, they moved small chairs and sat around the wooden square table under the big jujube tree in the yard to study. With books, pen and paper.

The red clouds all over the sky set off the small courtyard, which is a strong learning atmosphere. Grandma also sat on the side with a small stool, holding the soles of her shoes, looking at them from time to time, and smiling happily.Fang Monan planted some mosquito-proof Qilixiang on the edge of the north wall, so he is not afraid of mosquito bites.

My aunt lost her books for four or five years, but because of her solid foundation in Chinese and mathematics, it was easy to pick them up.It's all mastered these days.I learned English, and I forgot it long ago when I left school.It is also at this time that there are very few practical ones, especially in this small county.

"I still need to learn English! I gave it back to the teacher a long time ago." Looking at the twisted tadpole prose, my aunt stuttered and couldn't pronounce correctly.She closed the book and gently put it on the square table. No matter how hot the fire was, she didn't dare to put the book away. It was so casual. The last time I was at the old man's house, I accidentally broke the book and called The old man read aloud for half an hour.

Mr. Lin picked up the book and opened it, and when he read it, he blurted out fluent English in cadence, vividness and vividness. [

Fang Monan lowered his head, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he had a pure British accent, without a trace of local accent, as if he was listening to a BB radio.She learned her lesson and remembered to be cautious in her words and deeds in front of the old man, so she just pressed her mouth and shouted without making a fuss.She found a good teacher for her aunt. It is estimated that there is no real English teacher like him in the whole county.She pretended to be still writing, but she listened seriously. What the old man was reading was actually a Sherlock Holmes novel. She lowered her head and listened with relish.

"Hey, why don't you read it anymore." Fang Monan murmured, not daring to raise her head, she was so excited to hear it!

"How is it?" Mr. Lin asked while looking at Auntie showing off.

"It sounds good, even better than the announcer on the radio, but unfortunately I didn't understand a single word." Auntie said honestly. "But I still can't see the real use of learning English, and I can't go abroad." She asked what she wanted to ask most.

Mr. Lin knocked her on the head with a book, as if he hated iron but steel. "It's useless. I've let you read all the newspapers for nothing these days. Reform and opening up, foreigners come in, we can't understand what they say, how can we do it? It will be of great use in the future! Don't talk about the future, just talk about the test Universities also take this test, if you study well, the chances of being admitted are higher. Hmph..."

"University entrance examination, school is about to start, can I enter high school, this is still a problem?" Auntie complained grumblingly.

"Don't worry about this, let's talk about it when the time comes. If you want to learn what is good for you, learn it." Grandma didn't care so much, she just felt that what the old man said was right, so she just supported it.

Fang Monan raised his head, looked at them and said, "What's so difficult about this, listen." The immature childish voice came out in fluent English, and only read a few sentences, exactly the same as Mr. Lin's.

The auntie opened her mouth wide, "You...you..." She had an incredible expression on her face, and the rest was only depressed.

Studying with my little niece, my aunt feels that it hurts her self-esteem.A three-year-old child in someone else's family probably thinks about eating and playing with mud every day?But this one, holding a book every day, sweetly calls her aunt, and even wants to call her grandma when she is studying.How can someone learn so fast, react so sensitively, have a super abnormal memory, and remember most of them after hearing it? !Not only is it easy to understand, but it can also draw inferences from one instance.Sometimes if I can't memorize it by myself, I have to ask her to remind me.

Auntie gritted her teeth and gnawed hard, and turned her head hard, so that she was not too embarrassingly behind.Many times she wanted to throw away these annoying books and leave, but when she saw her little niece's big watery eyes, full of trust, she couldn't make such a move.This is the first time in her life that she is someone's aunt, and her aunt's sense of honor makes her persevere no matter what.A few days ago, she was reviewing the contents of elementary school, and she quickly learned it thoroughly.Now it's the turn of the post-junior high school knowledge, she can't catch up with her, and she doesn't even study anymore. At least she can save some face, otherwise she will really hit the wall.If she knew that Fang Monan didn't learn on purpose, I don't know if she would go crazy.

Grandma doesn't think her granddaughter is a monster either, it's too late to be happy!I just feel that I am so smart and my aunt is so stupid.

Mr. Lin nodded, "Yeah! The imitation was good." He is very pleased now that the young apprentice he has accepted is very talented, which makes him feel very fulfilled in teaching.

"Hey, why don't you read it anymore?" Auntie asked with a smile.

"Oh! I just remember these few sentences." Fang Monan spread her hands and said, she wanted to read on, but she was afraid of frightening them, she had already restrained her study progress.

The sky gradually darkened, they stopped studying, reading is not good for eyes.Fang Monan clamored for Mr. Lin to tell a story.Mr. Lin was so pestered by her that he had no choice but to talk about "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".Grandma and aunt also listened with gusto. This was a little reward after studying. It was dark every day, so they left with unfulfilled desires.In this era when there is no entertainment, it is not bad to have a story to listen to.

After all, my aunt is not a child anymore. The problems that gave her headaches back then can be solved quickly under the guidance of Mr. Lin. Whenever she sees Mr. Lin nodding in relief, she also has the fun and satisfaction of learning.After learning these days, my aunt's attitude towards the old man has changed from suspicion at the beginning to the admiration and undisguised admiration in her eyes.

Fang Monan gradually discovered that her study focus was different from that of her aunt, who only focused on coping with exams and knowledge from books.

Most of Fang Monan's works are ancient Chinese, Chinese studies, and traditional ink painting and calligraphy.Starting from "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Surnames", and "Thousand Characters", this is also her systematic study of traditional cultural knowledge. Seeing that she has a good language talent, Mr. Lin also began to teach English and French. [

Fang Monan's life is fulfilling and busy. He gets up at three o'clock in the morning every day, enters the space, meditates, learns medical skills, etc., stays for two days, gets up at five o'clock, and goes to the backyard to water and fertilize the vegetables.Then run and exercise. Another benefit of Mr. Lin's move in is that she can finally go out for morning exercises openly.Because Mr. Lin also does morning exercises every day.The footprints of the two of them covered every corner of the county, and Fang Monan also re-acquainted with every road.

After returning from running, Fang Monan still used to do aerobic exercises in the backyard of the running track.After breakfast, write big characters in the morning, sleep for an hour at noon, and draw in the afternoon.In the evening, after Mr. Lin checked the guidance, he learned new content and assigned homework for the next day.

My aunt's life has also become busy. Not only does she have to go to work, but she also doesn't forget to study, and sometimes she doesn't forget to memorize English words when she is working.Life is very tiring, but it is very meaningful. The most important thing is to feel that life has a bright future. She is willing to be so tired and happy.

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Grandma has seen her daughter and granddaughter working very hard these days, so she wants to steam some white flour steamed buns as a luxury to reward them.When I was looking for a starter, I actually found a bag of milk powder that had not been opened. I checked the date, but luckily it hadn't expired.Only then did she remember that this was brought by her eldest daughter when she came back to the countryside.Because there was no milk when Fang Monan was born, my granddaughter was raised with millet soup, so she managed to save money and bought a bag of milk powder to give the child extra meals.

Grandma took the milk powder and walked down the corridor. At this time, Fang Monan was writing big characters in red under the corridor. "Come here, Nannan, let's see what this is? This is milk powder. Grandma will make it for you later. It's very sweet and fragrant."

Fang Monan looked up and saw that she was holding a bag of milk powder in her hand. It was an ordinary bag with a cow drawn on it. It was often seen on the packaging in those days.

"Grandma drinks too." Fang Monan stopped the pen in his hand and said with a smile.

"I won't drink it for your grandma, I'll wash it for you now." Grandma entered the house excitedly.

Seeing that the writing was almost the same, Fang Monan rubbed her sore wrist. She was the happiest now that she finally conquered the high threshold. She rode up first and then slowly slid down.She walked in and saw that grandma was waiting to cool down on the table after brewing.

Grandma told her not to move now, be careful to burn it, and wait here, and then she went to steam the dough with peace of mind.

Fang Monan watched as grandma took out the basin, flour, and old yeast.She took a towel, carefully wrapped the bowl of milk powder, took it down, walked to grandma's side, and while she was not paying attention, poured it into the basin at once, and now the dry flour turned into batter.

Grandma saw it angrily and said: "You child, look, this is for steaming buns, what do you do now?"

"In this way, grandma can eat milk powder." Fang Monan blinked bright eyes, and said playfully, she knew that grandma didn't know how to drink milk powder, so she could only use this method.

Grandma's angry expression disappeared immediately, and she looked at her funny, feeling a little sour in her heart. "You child, teach me what to say about you! There is too much water now, and I have to add noodles again."

The next morning, while the steamed buns were still in the pot, Fang Monan could smell the aroma of milk and steamed buns, it was really delicious.Due to yesterday's reason, today's steamed buns are too much, and Qiuhuo is also very powerful. Without a refrigerator, it will break down after a long time. If it is a waste of food, it will be struck by lightning.

Grandma pretended to scare her and said, "Nannan, look at what you've done. You have to eat all of it."

"There's so much, I can't finish it, or I can give some to Grandpa Lin." Fang Monan didn't expect that after steaming so much, she didn't want to be stuffed to death.

"It's still a lot to give to the neighbors! It's too hot to keep it for a long time. What can I do?" Grandma looked at the table full of steamed buns in embarrassment.

"It's not easy! It's going to be sold." The more Fang Monan thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. This might be an opportunity. She walked through the county town and there was no one who sold steamed buns. Their steamed buns used the spring water in the space. Steamed with milk powder, it is definitely better than public ones.

"Can it work?" Grandma looked at her hesitantly. "Every household usually steams their own steamed buns to eat. Who buys them?"

"It's almost noon now. Our house is very close to the county high school. It happened that school started two days ago. There is only one high school within a hundred miles. Most of the students there are boarding students. We can sell the steamed buns there." Fang Monan urged her. "Try it and you'll know. Hurry up! You can't finish it, or it will go bad." [

"Okay, let the dead horse be a living horse doctor!" Grandma stomped her feet, making up her mind.I took the big dustpan from home and put the steamed buns neatly, and borrowed a simple four-wheeled cart welded with iron rods from someone else's house, and put the big dustpan on it horizontally.Grandma saw that this was not good, so she had to cover the steamed buns!I went to get the unused white gauze on the bed again, folded it a few times, covered it, and put it on the cart.Lock the door, followed by a little tail, and headed towards the high school in the south together.

After walking for about 10 minutes, when I arrived at the gate of the high school, I happened to meet people who were leaving school at noon, and the day students came out first.Fang Monan and the others stood by the side of the gate with the car.

The students looked at this pair very strangely. The grandparent and grandson were standing at the door, driving the car with a big dustpan on it. It didn't look like they were looking for someone!Three or four looked at it curiously for a while, then walked over and stopped.

Grandma stood there stupidly, watching them walk in, so nervous that she didn't know what to do.

"Are you looking for someone?" One of them, a medium-sized fifteen or six-year-old with a small crew cut, asked tentatively with doubts in his eyes.

"We..." Grandma couldn't make out her nervous words.

"We're here to sell steamed buns." Fang Monan's sweet childish voice stood on tiptoe, lifted a corner of the white gauze on the dustpan, and the strong smell of steamed buns rushed away.

At this moment, grandma also calmed down, and spoke quickly, "The one who sells steamed buns to us."

Three or four students had been in class all morning, and they were all a little hungry. Looking at the steamed buns, a man said, "It's really white, it's much whiter than the steamed buns in the school cafeteria." However, it was really unforgettable, and I never want to go again.

Another said: "Just a little bit."

The other said: "But it looks quite soft, and the steamed buns in the cafeteria are so hard that they can be used as bricks."

The other took a deep breath and said, "Smell carefully, there is also the smell of milk."

Before grandma greeted them, they started discussing themselves.Grandma listened to them talking, and saw some students gathered around, don't care about whether they sell it or not, just seeing so many people is very happy, and she calculated how much to sell in her mind.

Fang Monan watched the crowd gather around, and the Chinese people have a herd mentality, so he yelled loudly: "Delicious white flour steamed buns are fragrant and sweet, and also have the taste of milk." The crowd even chattered, saying what all have.

The first boy who started to speak asked, "How do you sell this?"

Grandma smiled and said, "It costs two cents to add food stamps, and three cents to not add food stamps. The price of steamed buns sold in public cafeterias is two cents each plus food stamps, but their noodles are black, while ours are fine noodles. Their white, the price is naturally higher than theirs."

"Coax" is more expensive than public ones. Some of the students said that before the grandparents and grandchildren could reply, others said that it is so white and fragrant, so it is not expensive.

For new things, they hold the mentality of trying it, and someone buys it on the spot.I broke open the steamed buns and shared them with the classmates around me. When I ate them, the people next to me watched and waited for their reactions, "Yeah! It's delicious! It's even better than my mother's steamed buns."

Someone advertised, and other students bought it one after another. Seeing a large group of people around the door, the boarding students also walked over curiously. They saw that the steamed buns sold were better than those in the school cafeteria, but they thought it was a bit expensive.

Fang Monan looked at their hesitation, "Today is the first day of opening, ten cents, four don't need food stamps."

Now they didn't hesitate anymore, they bought steamed buns and ate the pickles from home, which was better than eating from the cafeteria.

The commuters saw them spending money one after another, and they also thought about buying such delicious steamed buns for their families to try.Grandma wrapped a piece of clean white gauze in her hands, holding steamed buns, Fang Monan faced them, and raised the small cardboard box in her hand to put the money here.

Fang Monan looked at the money that came in, and silently counted the money that was still coming in. There were coins, banknotes, and food stamps among them.Someone watched Fang Monan's quick collection of money curiously, and asked, "Little sister, don't make a mistake in counting."

"I can't make mistakes." Fang Monan counted out loudly. From the flurry just now, to Fang Monan's report and grandma's quick calculation of how many steamed buns, the two of them cooperated for the first time, and they have a tacit understanding full.

Although women of my grandma's age can't read a single word, they can do simple mental calculations very quickly, because they don't need to be taught these calculations because they have been shopping for vegetables and daily necessities all year round.