Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 115 Yan Xiaoshuang Learns to Write
Yun Yiyi helped him into the room and let him sleep for a while. As soon as he touched the bed, his eyelids seemed to be closed, but he tried hard to hold on, and his eyes still fell on Yun Yiyi.

"Go to sleep for a while." Yun Yiyi tucked the quilt up for him. She did this very skillfully. After all, Yan Dashuang liked to kick the quilt, and she often helped the two cubs cover the quilt.

Yan Qinghe hummed, with a severe nasal sound.

Yun Yiyi boiled the traditional Chinese medicine first in the kitchen, then poured a bowl of boiling water, put a cold capsule in it, and stirred it evenly with chopsticks.

She took the medicine bowl and walked outside the house, when she heard a cough coming from the inner room. The other party seemed to be trying to suppress it, but it was not successful.

She frowned, and then forgot the question she wanted to ask before. Pushing open the door, she handed him the medicine bowl, "Drink some boiled water first."

Hearing the words, Yan Qinghe sat up slowly, probably due to his illness, his movements were a little slow, he drank boiled water in small sips, and looked very obedient like that.

Yun Yiyi originally wanted to ask about his legs, after all, he said before that he had found a doctor, but seeing that he looked listless, she still didn't mention these disappointing things.

In this severe winter, not to mention that we can't even hire ordinary doctors, let alone that there are probably no good doctors in this village.Besides, as far as Yun Yiyi knew, the disease of broken leg, even in modern times, was considered a very difficult disease.

Yan Qinghe obediently buried his face in the pillow after drinking the medicine. The pillow was chosen by Yun Yiyi, the color was pink and blue, and it was stuffed with cotton, so soft.

Seeing that Yan Qinghe didn't have the strength to talk to her, she quietly walked out and closed the door behind her.

The moment she went out, Yan Qinghe's closed eyes suddenly opened.

As early as when he saw Zu Dongdong leaving, Yan Dashuang was so happy that he almost jumped up. At this moment, to celebrate the meat, he had already run wildly outside. Yan Xiaoshuang was quieter and watched him run wildly in the yard.

"Mom, where's dad?" Yan Xiaoshuang walked to the small kitchen door and asked with a small head.

"Your father is sick, I'm decocting medicine for him." The medicine pot is decocting Chinese medicine, which anyone can take. Yun Yiyi took a sip last time, but felt sour and bitter. After thinking about it, it was all Leave it to Yan Qinghe.

Yan Xiaoshuang hummed, and came to Yan Qinghe's room while Yun Yiyi was decocting medicine.

Yan Qinghe was sleeping with his eyes closed. He had promised to teach Yan Xiaoshuang how to write before, but it seems that this is no longer the case.

Yan Xiao's arms and legs were small, he put his hands on the side of the bed and exerted a little force, then climbed onto the bed, then stretched out his small paws to touch Yan Qinghe's forehead, and then touched his own.After repeating this several times, he didn't figure out why.

This is what he usually sees Yun Yiyi doing, but in practice, he feels that the temperature of the two of them is about the same.

He pressed his little head against Yan Qinghe's chest, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Yan Qinghe's opened eyes.

Yan Qinghe originally thought it was Yan Dashuang, after all, it wasn't the first time Yan Dashuang came to suppress him.But Zai Zai in front of him was not noisy, his round eyes just stared at him, and the dull hair on his head shook.

The two cubs look exactly alike. When standing together, acquaintances can still tell them apart. After all, Yan Dashuang knew it was him the moment he opened his mouth. Yan Xiaoshuang.

But Yan Xiaoshuang seldom did this kind of thing, he called out with some uncertainty: "Yanhen?"

This is Yan Xiaoshuang's nickname.

In the next second, the little boy jumped out of the bed again with his butt pouted, "Daddy is recovering from his illness and will teach me how to write."

He stood in front of the bed and looked at Yan Qinghe without blinking.This fellow is much more sensible than Yan Dashuang, probably because he is afraid of oppressing him.

Yan Qinghe smiled, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten."

Immediately, Yan Xiaoshuang was satisfied, ran out da da da da, and asked Yun Yiyi if the medicine was ready.

Yun Yiyi was baffled. He didn't know when the relationship between father and son became so good. "It will take at least a few hours. It's still early."

Yan Xiaoshuang was not disappointed either, he let out a cry, and ran out to give Yan Dashuang a hug, which made Yan Dashuang confused, but he quickly reacted and returned a bear hug.

The wind and cold in Yanqinghe improved a lot on the second day, Yun Yiyi was not surprised at all, this ancient people seldom took Western medicine for colds, so it was normal to take it once.

In the afternoon, Yan Xiaoshuang ran to Yan Qinghe's room with her album in her arms.

Some of these picture albums are very old. Each picture album has less words and more pictures. At a glance, they are all pictures, but this picture is... very strange.

There is a picture that is very strange, no, it should be said that the pictures on it are very strange, but one of them actually feels familiar to him, he caressed that picture, and thought for a while but did not remember it.

Yan Xiaoshuang said happily: "Wo also likes this Mickey Mouse the most, and mother even sewed a puppet for him."

That Mickey Mouse puppet was also used as a pillow for Yan Qinghe, and now it has become Yan Dashuang's pillow.

Yan Qinghe stroked his forehead with a strange expression, "Is this drawn by your mother?"

Before Yun Yiyi told them the story, he actually knew about it, but he didn't take it seriously, after all, he didn't see it with his own eyes.Now it seems that she also got some picture albums, which seems to be done very seriously.

What are these things?
No wonder Yan Xiaoshuang's handwriting was crooked, like earthworms, but Yan Dashuang never thought about writing.

Naturally, reading requires literacy first, and literacy requires writing. This is taught in the school. Yan Qinghe stopped looking at those picture books, spread out the paper, picked up a brush and said, "I will teach you how to hold a brush now."

Yan Xiaoshuang nodded humbly, Xiaopangzhuo picked up a brush, watched Yan Qinghe's brushstrokes, and kept adjusting.

Yan Qinghe chuckled, put down his pen, and held his hand to help him adjust his posture.

The little guy's eyes were as bright as the stars, and he happened to see a spot, and then started to draw on the paper, Yan Qinghe didn't stop him, and let the little guy write.

world.

These are words written by Yan Xiaoshuang on the paper. Although they are a little immature, they have already taken shape and can be easily recognized by others. Since he held Zai Zai's hand and helped him a little bit in the middle, the words are not the same this time. No twists and turns.

But Yan Qinghe knew that he had never helped Zaizai write, after all, he had no idea what Zaizai was going to write.

Yan Xiaoshuang seems to be very satisfied with the handwriting this time. He has practiced for a long time, but he still can't get started. The handwriting he writes is like painting. Yun Yiyi has never taught him, after all, Yun Yiyi himself is very good at writing. Writing without a brush.

In Yun Yiyi's opinion, she doesn't need to be a calligrapher, it would be easier to use burnt firewood as a black ballpoint pen.

Yan Qinghe let go of Yan Xiaoshuang's hand, this time the brat dragged out the album, and read out: "The world is mysterious, the universe is prehistoric..."

He started to write Xuanhuang by himself. This time without Yan Qinghe's help, he wrote it in an extremely distorted way, but at least he finished it.

Yan Qinghe's eyes lightly fell on the picture album, on which the sky and the earth were drawn.In fact, the painting is not similar, and it can even be said to be extremely crude.But he can recognize the painted objects at a glance.Black ink was painted on the white paper, indicating that this is the sky.And the ground is a curved arc, with some flowers, plants and stones painted on it, and I don't know what substance was used to paint the ground yellow.

This is "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang" in "Thousand Characters", and it is also a book he has studied at the beginning. The meaning of this article is that the sky is black and the earth is yellow.

Naturally, it does not refer to the present, this is just a legend from the past.

Looking at it this way, although the picture book looks naive, it did not mislead the younger generation. The most important parts were drawn, and a thousand-character text was added below.Let people understand at a glance.

Xiao Zaizai has already finished drawing those two characters at this time, which is already his super-level performance, better than his private practice, even so, his lips are still pouting anxiously.

Yan Qinghe is not in a hurry to teach him to write now, he flipped through some picture albums, and pointed to a few poems in them to ask Zai Zai.

Not to mention Yan Xiaoshuang, even Yan Dashuang could read these short and concise poems in one breath.In order to let them remember, Yun Yiyi made up tongue twisters that were easy to read and memorize, and Yan Xiaoshuang could recite many poems.

After all, although the picture album looks thick and thick, it is basically pictures and contains very few words. They read and read every day, and Yan Xiaoshuang is full of interest, and some of them have long since become profound. Memories can be read as soon as you open your mouth.

Now Yan Qinghe asked him to read according to the picture book, which was even simpler. Yan Xiaoshuang glanced at the contents of the picture book, opened his mouth and read it quickly, his speech was very fast, but every word was very clear , it can be seen that it is easy to do.

Yan Qinghe was shocked, could it be that this child is a child prodigy?Even if he was not taught, it is impossible for him to be familiar with these poems at the age of three.Besides, judging from Yan Xiaoshuang's situation, he didn't have to make any effort.

Regarding Yun Yiyi's teaching, he just ignored it. After all, she only thought she was joking around. This kind of knowledge requires a professional teacher.Yan Qinghe himself has read books, he only knows the importance of a good teacher.

Little did he know that Yan Xiaoshuang, who had been thought of as a child prodigy, was playing with a brush by himself.

Yan Dashuang had been looking for Yan Xiaoshuang for a long time, but he was neither in the house nor in the yard.The little guy was good at imagining, and thought Yan Xiaoshuang was playing hide-and-seek with him.

"Da Shuang, what did you do again, you got covered in ashes." Yun Yiyi patted the ashes off his clothes.

Yan Dashuang got under the bed just now, and thought that Yan Xiaoshuang was hiding there, but he didn't intend to talk about this kind of thing, he showed a not-so-bright son: "I'm looking for my younger brother."

"Isn't Xiao Shuang in the room?" Yun Yiyi said casually, although she was sitting at the side, she still knew the whereabouts of the two cubs, otherwise she would not have known that the two cubs disappeared one day.

Yan Dashuang, who had been looking for him for a long time, obviously didn't believe it when he heard the news.

"Maybe I'm learning to write, I'm just guessing." As soon as Yun Yiyi finished speaking, Yan Dashuang ran in quickly, with grief and anger on his face.

She blinked her eyes, but she didn't know the mental activities of these cubs.

(End of this chapter)