Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 27 Fairy Tales
Yan Xiaoshuang nodded her head, as if she had made up her mind, "Mom, I want to study."

He seldom made any demands on her, but now his cheeks are puffed out and his serious face makes people laugh.

Yun Yiyi also inquired about it before. Children here must be at least seven years old before being sent to school. Only rich families can afford the tuition fees. Yan Xiaoshuang is only three years old. What does a big kid know?She is still in kindergarten at this age.

However, she couldn't dampen Zai Zai's enthusiasm, so she said: "Okay, when you are older, mother will send you to school."

Yan Xiaoshuang didn't know what a school was, but she only knew that her mother had agreed to him, so she left cozily.

The weather was too hot, and after walking for such a long distance, Yun Yiyi cooked some cool dishes.

A tomato mixed with white sugar, the sliced ​​tomatoes are placed on the plate, the sour red juice soaks out, and the white sugar is dotted in the middle, like the fusion of white snow and volcano.It looks very visually impactful.A slice of lotus root in honey sauce, fragrant and crispy.There is also a white meat salad.

These dishes are effortless and ready in no time.

At this time, the white rice was also steamed, Yun Yiyi filled three bowls of rice and kept it cold.The crystal clear rice grains hug each other and look very appetizing.

The ice sugar pear water was no longer hot, and the two cubs drank a small bowl each, and then began to eat.

On such a hot day, the two cubs usually rest in the room after eating, but Yan Xiaoshuang took advantage of Yun Yiyi to wash the dishes and quietly picked up the book that was put aside.

He turned a page, and it was full of words so densely packed that he couldn't understand them at all.

Yan Xiaoshuang read it carefully for a while, then turned another page.

His movement here quickly attracted Yan Dashuang's attention.

Yan Dashuang was lying down and was playing with his chubby fingers. Seeing Yan Xiaoshuang sitting on one side and not playing with him, he touched his face suspiciously and moved closer, "Brother, you doing what?"

He recognized this thing, it was bought by my mother before, it seems to be called a book.

Yan Xiaoshuang opened his black and white eyes, still staring at the unintelligible words, and said in a milky voice, "I'm reading."

Yan Dashuang also took a copy of "University" beside him, nodded and said, "Then I will also read."

Yan Xiaoshuang pursed her lips, turning a page every once in a while, her expression looked as if she was really reading a book.

Yan Dashuang was much more casual. He flipped through the books one by one, rolled over on the bed, and even wanted to put the book in his mouth and take a bite.However, he suddenly remembered that he had been criticized by his mother for biting his fingers before, and he resisted the urge.

Yun Yiyi didn't know about the episode here.

The weather is getting hotter now, and even she can't bear it. She took a sip of Sydney water, which was still warm, and didn't quench her thirst at all, so she made another fruit salad by herself.

Cut oranges, tomatoes, cucumbers, and bananas separately, then add olive oil, vinegar, and lemon juice and mix well.

There are not many fruits in the backpack, eat a little less, Yun Yiyi only cooks a little.She made a toothpick and ate the fruit by herself. The cold and sweet flesh spread out on the tip of her tongue, which really relieved the heat.

Yun Yiyi thought that at this time, the two cubs were sleeping.

However, when she passed by, she found that Yan Xiaoshuang was reading the "Book of Songs" seriously, and Yan Dashuang was also lying on the bed staring at a copy of "University". , suddenly opened his eyes wide again, glanced at Yan Xiaoshuang, and continued to struggle with the book.

Yun Yiyi: "...."

She bought these books for herself when she was bored. The two cubs can't even write their own names, and it's ten years before they want to understand them.

As soon as she walked in, Yan Dashuang noticed, "Mom." Throwing the book in his hand aside, he stretched out his hand to hug her.

Yun Yiyi picked up the book that was crumpled by him, she was not angry, and said with a smile: "Do you understand?"

Yan Dashuang shook his head honestly, apparently he had lost interest in books.

Yan Xiaoshuang also raised her head from the book at this time, although she didn't say anything, her dark eyes were somewhat puzzled.

Xiao Zaizai's thoughts are clear at a glance: It is said that after reading the book, you can know many things, why didn't I feel it.

"You think reading is so easy, what do you need the teacher for? This book is not suitable for you to read." Yun Yiyi said.

Yan Xiaoshuang seemed to understand but didn't understand, and couldn't hide her disappointment: "Then what book is suitable for me to read?"

No books are suitable, you are simply illiterate.

Yun Yiyi was thinking in her heart, and suddenly had an idea, "Let me tell you a fairy tale."

The attention of the two cubs was focused on Yun Yiyi, and they no longer cared about the few books.

Yan Dashuang asked: "Mom, what is this?"

"It's just one short story after another, called Andersen, no, Yun Yiyi's fairy tale, you all go to bed and sit, I'll tell you." She drove Zai Zai over, and she took off her shoes and socks and climbed onto the bed.

The two cubs felt fresh, and sat on the bed obediently, with both hands on their laps regularly, and the expressions on the two identical faces were exactly the same.

Yun Yiyi cleared her throat and said, "The story I'm going to tell today is "The Little Match Girl". The story goes like this... In the end, the little girl died in the ice and snow."

Yan Dashuang was a little sad: "Mom, I'll eat less, and give her something to eat."

Yun Yiyi smiled, "If you give it to her, you will have no meat to eat, and you can only eat Chinese cabbage every day. Would you like it?"

Yan Da's brows were tangled, his face was wrinkled, he struggled for a while, and then whispered: "I can't give her the cabbage."

It's so cute, Yun Yiyi thumped the bed and laughed.

Yan Dashuang looked at her in confusion.

Yun Yiyi said: "Don't take it seriously, it's just a story."

The two cubs obviously couldn't understand that it was fake.

"Now I know how happy you two are. There are still many people starving to death in this world." Yun Yiyi stroked Yan Dashuang's soft hair.

"Mother, mother." Yan Dashuang immediately came over and hugged her hand coquettishly.

In fact, they have also been hungry before, and they know it is difficult.But Xiao Zai Zai is quick to accept new things, and soon forgets the past, and doesn't hold grudges.After hearing this story now, Yan Dashuang seems to feel the same way.

It is really hard to be hungry. He used to be very hungry and would think about pancakes.

Yan Xiaoshuang made a horoscope with his right hand, touched his chin, and asked, "What is a match?"

The corner of Yun Yiyi's mouth twitched. When she told the story, although she noticed the replacement of some words, she forgot that there were no matches in ancient times.

The tools they use to make fire are scythes and flints, but in fact the full set of equipment also includes tinder and coals.This thing is cheap, and every household has prepared a bunch.

Flint is a flake of iron, and flint is a hard flint.When lighting a fire, striking the flint with a scythe can produce sparks, but these sparks are far from enough to light an open flame. Tinder is needed at this time, and tinder is made of mugwort shoots.

When Yun Yiyi lit the fire for the first time, she didn't start it, but after trying a few more times, she got used to it.Although sometimes getting up in the middle of the night can't light the fire, but this is the disadvantage of Flint, and she didn't think much about it.In the county town, there are fire pockets for sale, only wealthy people can afford them. Yun Yiyi thought that the fire pockets were too big and expensive, and had no practical value at all, so she didn't buy them.

She has to make a fire many times a day. A fire pocket is as thick as a child's wrist and can only be used two or three times. It is not worthwhile for her. After all, fire is just lighting and cooking for her.

Then why doesn't she make some matches herself?Yun Yiyi thought about it, then explained with a smile: "A match is similar to a flint, it is a tool that can make fire."

Yan Xiaoshuang also knew about flint, he had lit a fire before, and he knew that kind of stone could spark a fire.

He opened his big watery eyes: "It's the firewood that can make a fire."

Yun Yiyi was stunned, she didn't expect him to have such a strong comprehension ability.

Yan Dashuang couldn't keep up with the rhythm, sometimes looked at Yun Yiyi, sometimes looked at Yan Xiaoshuang, and rubbed his fleshy face against Yun Yiyi's wrist to get attention.It felt like Yun Yiyi was satisfied after touching his face.

Children in this era should mature a little earlier, especially the children of the peasant family. Although the two cubs have not experienced real hardships, they understand some things.

Yun Yiyi's expression became more serious, "Yes, it's a very thin piece of firewood, a little thicker than your hair, and when you rub it lightly, sparks will appear."

Yan Xiaoshuang thought about it in her mind, but she was still at a loss.

Yun Yiyi said: "You wait."

It is very difficult for people to imagine something that has never been seen before. Besides, Zai Zai is not only an ancient person, but also a three-year-old dumpling.

She spread out the paper she bought today, went to grind the ink again, and used a brush to outline the shape of a match on the paper. After thinking about it, she even drew a matchbox.

The painting became smoother and smoother, and she added a lot of brushes to cover the whole paper.

This is a diagram of a pair of matches.

A little girl was sketched with a few strokes on the paper. It was a stick figure. The girl had a big head and a small body, which looked very exaggerated. She was holding a box of matches in her hand.

Then there are a few detailed pictures, a thin firewood head, rubbing the box lightly, sparks suddenly appeared.

After she finished drawing, she handed it to Yan Xiaoshuang, "Look, this is a match."

Yan Xiaoshuang's eyes lit up, "I want to see it!"

Yun Yiyi glanced at him, "I'll show you the matches when Mother has time to make matches."

If she promised Xiao Zai Zai, she would naturally do it.Besides, matches are indeed very convenient. If they can be made, it will be easier for her to start a fire in the future.

Yun Yiyi rarely used matches in modern times, so it's no wonder she couldn't figure it out.Her first thought was a lighter, but it was clear that such a gadget could not have been made in ancient times.

Yan Dashuang grinned and poked the little girl's head with his fingers, "Mom, she's so big."

The head is big and the body is small, this is the drawing method of the modern version of comics, Yan Dashuang seems to like this villain very much, looking at it over and over again.

Yun Yiyi remembered that when she was a child, she also liked to read comic books, with fewer words and more pictures, maybe she could make such books to teach them how to read.

For the little cubs, paintings can attract her attention more than words.

(End of this chapter)