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Song Yao patted himself and stood up. When he was about to take his baby chickens to another place for a feast, he finally found He Junwen behind him.

"Hey! Hello, Teacher He!" The child greeted politely.

He Junwen glanced at the five chickens in the bushes who were unaware of their future fate and were happily looking for insects to eat: "...Hello."

She noticed that Song Yao's little eyes were glancing at the gong in her hand, and smiled and raised it to show him: "In the future, I will beat the gong when the class is about to start, and you will know that the class is about to start when you hear the sound."

Song Yao had heard about it from the village party secretary before, so it was not surprising at this moment. He just nodded obediently and looked at the watch on He Junwen's hand curiously: "Teacher, what time is it now?"

He Junwen didn't know what was going on, so he raised his hand and looked: "One thirty-five."

Song Yao's eyes brightened.

He had only heard of watches before, and this was the first time he saw it. It was really strange. It was obviously used to tell time like a clock, but the watch was small, and the clock was so big.

I was so curious, I really wanted to open it and see what was inside.

But it was Teacher He's watch, so no matter how much Song Yao wanted to open it, he could only say goodbye to Teacher He with regret.

It was almost time for class, and he had to send his chickens back. It was far away from the village like this, and there might be weasels stealing chickens.

He Junwen didn't know that Song Yao had just thought about her watch. She watched the child walk in front, and the five hens with smooth fur followed behind.

One person and five chickens left in harmony.

She:...Children are amazing.

When the students came to class again in the afternoon, they all knew that Teacher He would ring the gong ten minutes before class.

Everyone was very excited and thought it was something worth bragging about. After class, they gathered together and enthusiastically discussed how much impact the "teacher ringing the gong to notify ten minutes before school" had brought to their village.

Song Yao also blew the gong: "Our school must be the first to ring the gong to go to school, the first one."

The other children immediately:

"Wow!"

"Our school is so awesome!"

Song Yao proudly: "Just as awesome as my parents being the first to divorce in the county."

The other children:

"Wow!"

"Our school is as awesome as the first to divorce the youngest's parents!"

"We are so awesome!"

Teacher He, who was passing by with a big teacup: ...

Forget it, she doesn't understand the world of children.

After boasting, Song Yao thought of watches, and he knocked on 005: [I also want a watch, but I can't afford it. What do you think about me making one myself? ]

005: [You don't seem to know how to make a watch yet. ]

Song Yao: [Learn, just like I can't make a spaceship now, but I will definitely learn it in the future. ]

He was super confident, and 005 didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He searched for courses and told him: [Host, you only need to learn to the 2nd level. ]

Song Yao knew that the learning system divided courses according to levels, and he thought for a while: [I am in the 1st level now, right? 】

005: [Yes. 】

[Then the next step is it! ] The child was happy all of a sudden. He could still do a simple math problem like 1 plus 1 equals 2.

005 did some calculations and felt that this was correct.

Although there are at least 99 courses in a step, and the number of courses will increase dramatically as the steps rise, it is not important. Which learning system is not like this?

Finding that he was only a little bit away from being able to make a watch by himself, Song Yao's enthusiasm for learning was high. Not only did he study hard and seriously for an afternoon, but he also ran to the yard to write on the ground when he got home.

005 happily looked at the prompts of [Learning Degree +1] [Learning Degree +1], and encouraged Song Yao from time to time: [Host, you only need 100 learning degrees to buy the "Fishing Tools Encyclopedia". 】

Song Yao, who originally wanted to put down the stick in his hand to play for a while, immediately became excited again and worked hard to write on the ground.

Father Song came back, covered up from head to toe, holding a basket of honeycombs in his hands. He was delighted to see his son like this: "Little boy, playing with ants again."

As expected of his son, he played with ants so seriously.

When Song Yao turned around and saw his father, he immediately threw away his stick and ran forward to look at the honeycombs in his basket: "Dad, there are so many honeycombs, you are so awesome!"

Father Song was even more proud: "That's right, Dad will get the honey out tonight, and we can all eat honey in the future."

Song Yao instantly forgot what he had to learn, followed his father step by step, watched him pour the honeycombs into the basket, and asked admiringly:

"Where did you find it? I also looked when I went to school today, and I didn't see any."

Father Song immediately boasted.

He ran around for these honeycombs today. After he had poked almost all the honeycombs in the village, he thought about it and ran to the mountains again. He really saw a large number of honeycombs on a cliff, but there were too many bees, so he only got some down.

You know, he hasn't worked so hard for a long time. He felt sore in the waist and weak in the legs at the end of the day. Moreover, when he was going down the mountain, he was so happy that he didn't look at the road and fell on his butt. However, he didn't need to tell his son about such things that affected his majestic image.

Song Yao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was so obedient that he said it without any money: "Dad, you are so awesome. No other father is as awesome as you. No wonder Zhao Xiaodong always wants you to be his father."

He said this sincerely, and all the children in the village envied him for having a father who was willing to play with him.

Dad Song was so proud that he didn't feel his waist was sore or his legs were weak. He said proudly, "Well, if Dad wasn't so powerful, could he have given birth to a son as smart as you? Come on, let's make honey together."

When Grandpa Song and Grandma Song came back from the fields, they found the father and son making honey together in the yard.

For a time, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard was quite warm.

Grandma Song was speechless for a moment. She saw that although they kept mumbling, the work they were doing didn't stop, so she didn't care.

She went to pull the bellows to cook, while Grandpa Song arranged the farm tools in an orderly manner. Then he looked at the father and son who were boasting to each other, and complained in his heart: What kind of praise? Putting honey there produced so much honey, and they still praised each other so happily.

Judging from the posture of my son and grandson, I don’t know how much honey will be produced today. If you want to put honey, you will need a vessel that can hold water. They only have one basin at home.

With his son and grandson unreliable, Grandpa Song could only go outside with a knife, intending to cut a thick bamboo and make several bamboo buckets to store honey.

When passing by Song Yao and Song's father who were busy, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but there was too much to say, so he suppressed his words again and walked out slowly and quietly.

Hey, this family still has to rely on him.

Song Yao looked up and saw the figure behind him, and asked curiously: "Dad, why is grandpa going?"

Father Song also looked up: "Maybe he went out for a walk."

There are quite a few old men wandering around the village at this point.

Song Yao was immediately surprised to find the bright spot: "Then our working grandpa goes to play. Aren't we even more diligent than grandpa?"

Song's father also laughed: "Yes, our youngest son is the most diligent."

He glanced at Grandma Song quietly, and whispered in his son's ear: "Your grandparents are getting older. I tell you, this family still has to rely on us. We have to work hard, especially you, to study hard. In the future, If you get into college, this family will depend on you.”

Song Yao felt that he had been entrusted with a heavy responsibility, and immediately straightened his chest and promised: "I will definitely study hard! I want our whole family to live in the stars."

Father Song: "...God doesn't need it."

Grandma Song, who had just lit the fire, glanced at the two people who were laughing and joking for no reason, and then looked at the honey they had made, and she knew what her husband was going to do.

Thinking that although cutting bamboo didn't take long, it was very physically demanding, she thought about it, took a bamboo tube, got some honey water, and went out.

Grandpa Song walked slowly, so Grandma Song caught up with him easily.

He was very happy to see his wife giving him honey water, so he pulled Grandma Song and started talking:

"You see, you are talented, but your work is not steady at all. It would be great if you could get so much honey back. Although I don't know yet whether honey can be drunk like sugar water, which would be good for Yao'er, but something so sweet is useless. We can still drink it every day, so I'm still very happy that he got so much. But I'm not telling him, such a big boy is not stable at all, and he doesn't learn more from me. How can he only know how to make honey without watching it? It depends on whether there is anything at home, but in the end he will have to rely on me, the father, to carry it for him..."

Grandma Song was used to hearing her husband beeping. While the two were talking, a young man from the village came over. When Grandpa Song saw him, he immediately shut up.

The young man smiled and greeted the two of them: "Uncle, aunt."

Grandpa Song nodded, especially taciturn.

Grandma Song quietly rolled her eyes.

There are three people in the family, my son and grandson. They can beep for everyone. They can even beep all the birds in the sky. Let them go out. They can talk a lot.

As for the old man, he loves face. He feels that he seems unstable if he talks too much, and he always talks about one word or two to everyone.

But talking to her alone was like opening the floodgates to release the flood. Grandma Song watched him say nothing during the day, and then came into the house at night.

She seriously suspected that her husband insisted on building a house and letting her son and grandson live in a separate house far away from the main house just so that he could talk to her at night.

The summary is unreliable.

This family still has to rely on her.