I use the learning system to engage in technology

Song Yao had only seen rabbit traps and traps for catching rabbits before. This was the first time he had seen such a simple and crude way of catching rabbits. Just as Song Ma said, she only had to find a few rabbit holes (no idea how she could tell them apart), then take out a match and light some hay at the hole. The rabbits would run out from a hole she had deliberately left. Then Song Ma would gently wave the "little stick" in her hand. They would be able to harvest a big fat rabbit! The children, who were nominally helping but actually watching, were watching intently, their eyes sparkling. He really wanted to go up and help. If it weren't for the difficulty he had in picking up the thick stick. Song Yao had been strolling around the mountain with his mother and brothers for several laps, and in the end they returned with a full load. Song Ma carried three rabbits' ears in her left hand and four rabbits' ears in her right hand, and carried her sleepy little son on her back, and went down the mountain quite proudly. The villagers of Liuye Village on the road saw her, looked at the seven rabbits in her hand, and greeted her enthusiastically.

Great, these rabbits that often steal vegetables blatantly and run fast seem to be in trouble.

Song Yao hugged his mother's neck and listened in a daze, thinking that his mother was really as popular as him wherever she went.

When he got home, the child was woken up.

It was mid-afternoon, and if he went to bed at this time, he would definitely not be able to sleep at night.

Song Ma hadn't seen her youngest son for ten days. Since they met, they were either eating or looking for food, and there was no chance to chat.

So she decided to find a good topic:

"Little son, what do you think about drizzling some honey on the barbecue? Maybe it will taste better."

The child, who had no kitchen knowledge but was very adventurous, nodded repeatedly:

"Okay, okay."

Song Ma then happily decided to try it when she roasted the rabbit later.

She asked her son again with concern: "Why are you suddenly interested in drawing designs?"

Song's mother guessed: "Do you want to make some kitchen utensils yourself?"

Song Yao, who was a little sleepy, suddenly became energetic.

The child shook his head and whispered excitedly to his mother:

"Mom, I want to go to the sky!"

Song's mother: "..."

She looked up at the sky: "The birds in the sky do taste good."

Song Yao was very eager: "I want to fly out of the Blue Sea Star!"

Song's mother: "Then you have to bring more food. I think there should be no food outside the Blue Sea Star."

The child looked at his mother happily:

"Do you support me too, mom!"

Song's mother gently touched her son's head:

"Of course, our youngest son is so good, mom will definitely support you."

After saying that, she paused:

"Don't climb trees, because the tallest tree can't take you to the sky."

Song Yao nodded obediently.

He thought this was an exchange of experience between him and his mother about going to the sky.

"Mom, I want to make something that is both a self-ringing clock and a fan. Do you know how to make it?"

Song's mother really... didn't know.

Although she went to junior high school, books were hard to come by when she was in school (and they are still hard to come by now), so where could she learn other knowledge?

She even taught herself the design drawings.

But her son said seriously that he would first go to the county government to look up information, then draw the design drawings, and then make the various wooden parts needed.

Finally, he would install it and experiment again and again. If it didn't work, he would have to start over.

It sounds like a very difficult project.

Song's mother easily thought of her childhood.

At that time, she loved to eat meat, but her family couldn't afford it, so she wanted to make a machine that could turn vegetables into meat.

She worked very hard for three months.

Three months later, she ate meat.

Because it was the Chinese New Year, her family bought meat.

Although the production failed, Song's mother always remembered how she, who was only twelve years old and 165 cm tall, held the hope of making her own "vegetable to meat" machine every day.

Song's mother's eyes were soft, and she strongly encouraged Song Yao to do it.

"If you want to do it, just do it. You are still so young. If you have an idea, you should try it well."

"Don't be afraid of failure. Even if you fail after three or five months, it will be an amazing experience."

Song's mother said such chicken soup words that Song's father kept looking back.

Song Yao was very motivated.

The child straightened his chest excitedly: "Thank you, mom! I will do it well!"

"When I make it, I will give you one."

Song's mother nodded heavily: "Okay!!"

She immediately said: "Mom will give you two pencils, you can use them to draw the design!"

Song Yao looked forward to it: "Is it the kind of pencil that is specially used for drawing? Mom is so amazing."

Song's mother: ... No, it's just an ordinary pencil.

She just wanted to show her support.

After getting the two pencils taken out by her mother from the house, the child seemed to have the support of the whole world.

He was super excited and super cherishing, holding the pencil tightly.

[005, look, my mom also thinks I can do it! ]

005 exclaimed: [Host, you must be the genius with the most support in history. 】

Song Yao also thinks so.

When he was studying history, he read a saying: The path of genius is lonely, because what they want to do is always incompatible with the world, and the truths they discover always refute what the world is used to.

So most geniuses might be considered crazy early on.

But I am different!

Everyone around him is so supportive of him.

The child was so happy that he went out with his pencil to show off to his brothers.

When he ran out, Song's father Zhao Zhi, who had been sitting in front and said nothing, just turned back silently.

Dad Song: "Do you really believe that Yao'er can do it?"

Zhao Zhigang: “I think it’s quite difficult to make something like that.”

Song Ma glanced at them disdainfully.

"Yao'er was like this when I was a kid. I worked hard for three months to make something I loved."

Father Song suddenly realized: "So you think we can't reject our children's dreams?"

"No."

Song’s mother: “So during those three months, I stayed at home peacefully every day and didn’t cause any trouble to the adults.”

She proudly listed them all:

“No climbing trees, no going down rivers, no rolling in mud puddles, and no poking hornets’ nests.”

"I think Yao'er is getting more and more naughty. Since he wants to stay in peace for a few months, why don't we just follow him?

If he wants us to help, then help him. When Yao'er is happy, he might even take the initiative to do housework. "

Dad Song: "..."

Zhao Zhigang: "..."

The two of them reached an inner consensus at this moment: Sure enough, there was a reason why she became a teacher.

Song Yao had no idea what her mother really thought.

With the support of his most admired mother, he felt completely lifted up.

So I took the time to study in the learning system for half an hour.

Half an hour later, the child who had learned knowledge beyond his ability retreated again in a daze.

005 cheers him up: [Host! persist in! persist in! 】

[The host has received the support of everyone around him. The host without external interference only needs to concentrate on studying! 】

Song Yao was encouraged and had the courage to continue learning.

He gritted his teeth and went in to listen to the class for another half hour.

Wuwuwuwu, it’s so difficult. It’s really hard to be a genius.

Forget about the future courses being so difficult, why were even the previous ones so difficult?

Shouldn’t technology move forward step by step? Why is it so difficult to retreat?

Father Song and Zhao Zhigang chatted for a long time. The two of them muttered and didn't know what to discuss. They kept talking until it was too late, and then he left with Song Yao sitting at the door.

Song Ma brought them four roast rabbits and a large piece of mutton.

After sending them to the village entrance, he touched the youngest son's head:

"Be your fan well. If something goes wrong, remember to ask an adult at home for help."

——Hahaha, it seems that this kid will be honest for a few months.

Song Yao was completely unaware of the sinister intentions of the adults, and still nodded with an moved face:

"Mom, everyone says I can do whatever you want, I can definitely do it!"

Song's mother suppressed a smile: "Okay, mother believes in you."

Then he turned to Father Song and said, "Take good care of Auntie, if you let me know that you made her angry."

She rolled up her sleeves and signaled.

Dad Song: "...coincidentally, my mother told me the same thing before I went out."

Sometimes he really suspected that he and his ex-wife had hugged each other wrongly.

Taohua should be the fucking child, and he is the son-in-law.

Song's mother was pleasantly surprised: "My aunt is so kind to me and still cares about me so much. Let me tell you, my aunt is too soft-spoken and easy to talk to. You can't disobey her just because of that."

Otherwise, how uncomfortable it would be for her to be unable to speak at home and to endure everything by herself. "

Dad Song: "..."

He recalled Grandma Song, who was at the top of the family's food chain: "...Go and have your eyes checked when you have time."

Song Yao reluctantly said goodbye to her father and brothers, and turned around to urge her father:

"Dad, let's go!"

Father Song couldn't hold back his words and ran to his son's side as if he was running away.

The father and son set out on their way home.

The child who had just finished drinking chicken soup tried hard to hypnotize himself, "Studying is not tiring, studying is not painful, I love studying." Then he gritted his teeth and devoted himself to studying.

Dad Song, who was carrying mutton and rabbit meat hard:...

No, come again? ?

It is not a good thing for a child to be too good.

He accepted his fate and started carrying it.

Today, he and Zhao Zhi just had a good time to ask about the situation in each county, and felt that he should find an opportunity to go out and try selling honey.

He has almost observed the bees' itinerary, and has almost figured out what they eat and drink, and where they like to make their nests.

But raising bees represents an early investment. Before he was sure that he had a source of supply, Song's father still didn't dare to start directly.

Thinking of going to another county and not having his son to help settle the accounts, Father Song became even more energetic.

The father and son once again succeeded in getting involved all the way.

After returning home, Song Yao found a place to squat, took out a pen and paper to write and draw, and tried hard to review what he had learned today.

Father Song put down his backpack and took out pen and paper from his son's room, trying to learn how to calculate accounts by himself.

Grandpa Song was so shocked.

Is Yao'er's mother so powerful now?

He just went to see her. Why were both father and son so serious and motivated all of a sudden?

Grandpa Song strolled in front of his grandson three times and passed by his son five times.

Neither noticed him.

So he returned to his wife and said, "Did Yao'er's mother beat these two boys?"

Grandma Song pouted at him: "What are you talking about? Yao'er's mother has such a gentle personality, how could she hit someone?"

Grandpa Song: "..."

Grandma Song continued: "Don't always judge people by their appearance. Yao'er's mother has a very good temper, and she is easy to be soft-hearted. She will never do anything."

She was sure: "She is only in her twenties. She is a delicate and soft girl. She usually doesn't do anything if she can."

"Must have just uprooted a tree in front of them."