Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 31

After all, Wen Wan failed to persuade her father and father-in-law, and had to watch them simply pack up and go to the Dahuanshan Coal Mine.

It is said that the entrance of that place is guarded by government officials. After entering, they can only eat, drink, and drink food inside until the work is completed. Relatives outside are not allowed to come and go to visit at will.

It sounds much harsher than digging a canal at the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain last year.

Wen Wan couldn't persuade her mother-in-law, she couldn't convince her husband, and the premonition didn't come, so she simply didn't think about it so much, calmed down and began to learn to read seriously.

Because she was just a beginner, Song Wei taught her straight tone method and fanqie method.

That is to say, start learning from the most basic pronunciation of characters.

Straight phonetic method, as the name suggests, directly uses another homonym to mark the pronunciation.

For example, if you win, you can use "welcome" to mark the pronunciation.

The Fanqie method uses the initials and finals of the other two Chinese characters to mark the pronunciation.

Then the word "win" can be cut into "one" and "spirit".

The word "一" takes the initial consonant.

The word "Ling" takes the finals and tones.

Wen Wan, who had just started, could hear circles in her eyes, and kept muttering in her heart, why is it so difficult to learn a word?Who Invented Writing?There are still many strokes, and the writing is too small and dark, and it is hard to see clearly. Can't it be simpler?

But looking at Song Wei's flowing manuscript on the desk next to her, she tried her best, but she overdid it, and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder at some point.

Song Wei put down his pen, turned his head to look at his little wife who was sleeping soundly on top of him, his lips curled up, and he reached out to hook the hair on the side of her cheek behind her ear, his movements were gentle and careful, and did not wake her up .

In a daze, Wen Wan felt that she was being hugged on the soft bed. She frowned vigilantly, but she was too sleepy to keep her eyelids open. Fortunately, she soon realized that it was Song Wei who was familiar with Song Wei's breath. With the scent of ink, he relieved his guard and went to sleep with peace of mind.

Song Wei went back to the study, and when he sat down, he noticed that there was a copy of "Poetry of a Thousand Family" on the little girl's desk. He was about to reach out to close the book, when the spring breeze blowing from the window opened several pages.

When the wind stopped, Song Wei's gaze was attracted by a line in the middle of the poem——

I am not born, but I am old.

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On the day when Yuanbao was closed for Xunxiu, there was a light rain in the sky, and the spring cold penetrated into the pores, making people shiver.

Song Wei didn't let Wen Wan go with him, fearing that she would be cold, so he put on his coir raincoat and prepared another one for Yuan Bao, and brought her back in more than half an hour.

The eldest grandson left home for ten days, and Mrs. Song talked about it for ten days. Knowing that she would come back today, she excitedly grabbed a fat old hen from the chicken coop early in the morning and came out to boil water and scald her hair. She said that she would cook chicken soup for the eldest grandson. Make up.

Song Yuanbao stepped into the gate of the courtyard, and before he had time to do anything, his grandmother warmly held his little hand, and walked towards the main room while asking questions.

"Is Yuan Bao used to eating in the town school? Do you sleep soundly at night? Do the students in the town school get along well? Has anyone bullied you? If so, you can't hide it. Tell your father and let your father beat them up go."

Song Yuanbao who couldn't intervene at all: "..."

Song Wei who followed behind: "..."

Outside the main room, Mrs. Song helped Song Yuanbao take off his coir raincoat neatly. Seeing that his round face had softened a lot and his chin was pointed, she felt distressed.

Song Yuanbao was afraid that his grandma would ask endless questions, so he rolled his eyes, sniffed, and said "wow", "It smells so good, grandma, have you stewed chicken?"

(End of this chapter)