village pigwoman

Ming Hongyan was slightly taken aback.

At this time, following the voice of the old patriarch, many families came out with their children, all dressed more grandly than in the New Year.

Zhao Yuanle came out following the voice, and was speechless for a long time after seeing this scene.

She looked at the old patriarch's bright smile like an orange peel, held back for a while, and asked, "Aren't you hot?"

Although it is autumn now, it is not necessary to wear cotton clothes.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle, the old patriarch hurriedly said: "Go and call Yao'er out, Yaoer is a teacher, let's show the nobleman too."

He waited until the meal was over and the children from the next village had gone back before gathering the children from his own village to perform.

It's rare to have such a time, so don't show yourself in front of the nobles.

Yao'er heard someone calling him, went out, and saw all his students standing there.

He touched his little head suspiciously, and said in a childish voice, "The results haven't come out yet, what are you doing?"

Among them, the grandson of the old patriarch stood up under the gesture of his grandfather's eyes.

He glanced at Ming Heyan timidly, and then spoke boldly.

"We are all students of Zhaojia'ao Academy, and we want to perform for you, the distinguished person who came from afar."

Zhao Yuanle stood aside with complicated eyes.

She had a bad premonition in her heart.

Hearing this, Yao'er suddenly said, "Oh, I see."

His students must want to sing together.

At that time, my sister told him that in order to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and in an all-round way, not only should he be taught to read and write, but also to teach singing and how to play some games during breaks.

During this period of time, he memorized all the songs his sister sang and taught them to the children in the village.

Wu Nian rushed out with her two children to join in the fun.

He Ju, Zhao Sancheng, Zhao Yuanlan and others, including Aunt Hong, also came out to watch.

At this time, the crowd watching in the village saw Wu Nian.

Everyone exclaimed.

Originally, they already thought that the nobleman was good-looking enough, but his demeanor was no longer like ordinary people.

Now this lady looks like a fairy, and the two babies are like fairy dolls.

The old patriarch sighed with emotion.

A noble person is a noble person, look at the noble person, how different they are, standing in the crowd, you can tell at a glance.

Wu Nian: "What are you going to perform?"

Yao'er turned around and walked in front of the group of children, puffed out her small chest, and said loudly, "Chorus."

At this time, Zhao Yuanle was a little worried, but he could still accept it.

The songs she taught were serious nursery rhymes, even if they were sung, there would be no inappropriateness.

Wu Nian was very supportive, and smiled gently at the group of children: "Okay, if you sing well, give me candy."

As she said that, she already gave the maid beside her a look, and the maid knew how to prepare the money.

How can my wife give less money for rewards?

Yao'er led a group of children to start preparations. Here, the old patriarch was called to sit together, and the rest of the people also found their seats, watching a group of children in the courtyard getting ready.

In the courtyard dam, Yao'er spoke to encourage a group of children.

Yao'er: "It's okay, we'll just sing seriously, what we usually do, what we do now, don't be nervous."

The children nodded timidly.

In fact, Wu Nian's promise to Tang comforted them more than Yao'er's encouragement.

After encouraging good people and discussing the repertoire, Yaoer stood at the front and led the singing with confidence.

He Ju sat here watching, not to mention how proud he was.

A clear child's voice sounded slowly.

The old patriarch's orange-peel-like face slowly froze.

its not right…

What kind of bird song is this singing? Why is the tune so weird? It’s not a tune or a mountain song. What kind of thing is this singing?

Zhao Yuanle listened to the songs sung by these children with complicated expressions.

Did she teach this song?

Not only her, but many people present had complex expressions.

They have never listened to it carefully, but now they hear what is sung, and they don't understand each other more than the other.

Yao'er didn't notice at all, she was singing with all her voice.

"I have a beautiful wish to be able to sow sun when I grow up...

Will bear many, many suns...

One for the Antarctic, one for the Arctic Ocean...

One hangs in the winter, the other hangs in the evening...

La la la la...

...

By that time every corner of the world

Everything will become warm and bright! "

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She remembered, she sang this song and played it when it was hot, Yao'er might not remember it at that time.

Ming Hongyan's expression is indifferent, but Ming Jue's brows are wrinkled.

He has so many things to ask.

At the end of the song, Yao'er stopped and looked expectantly at the people around him, but he didn't hear the expected applause and praise.

The old patriarch spoke first.

"Yaoer, what are you singing?

How can the sun grow it?

Who taught you this? "

Yao'er proudly said: "My sister taught me."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She backed away silently, turned her head, and tried to reduce her sense of presence as much as possible.

The old patriarch looked at Zhao Yuanle and couldn't help but preach: "What are you teaching? What kind of songs are you making up?"

Zhao Yuanle: "...It's okay."

Ming Jue: "This song is not good."

Yaoer is in a hurry, jumps over and stands in front of Mingjue.

"What's wrong?"

Ming Jue: "Nowhere is good, how can the sun be planted?

Haven’t you heard of the fairy tales? Originally there were ten suns in the sky, which would have burned people to death, but Dayi shot down nine of them. Now there is only one, so that we can live a good life.

It's not a good thing if you plant so many. "

Yao'er: "The ten suns are supposed to be on rotation. It's only because they appear together."

Mingjue: "That can't be sent to the Antarctic, although I don't know where the Arctic Ocean is, but when the sun passes, the ice will melt, and the water will rise up, drowning us.

And the sun can't always be there in winter, if the sun is always there at night, that person can't sleep.

Then all the crops will die.

This song is not practical at all. Not only can the sun not be planted, but too much will only make the world more miserable and less warm. "

The old patriarch also echoed: "That's right, this year has been drought, and I still sing this song."

Hearing these words, Yao'er couldn't help raising his head, desperately looking at Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

This Ming Jue is still very serious like his father.

After coughing, Zhao Yuanle said, "This song is just for fun. I won't sing it in the future. Let's sing other songs."

Mingyue came over to comfort Yao'er with a smile.

"Yes, little brother, you can sing other songs, my sister really likes your singing."

Seeing that Yao'er was silent, Wu Nian also slightly bent his body and encouraged him with a smile: "It's okay, Tong Yan Wuji, the intention of this song is good, maybe the method is not suitable.

You can sing other songs. "

Yao'er picked at her finger and muttered softly: "But this is the only thing everyone knows."

Ming Hong

I spoke.

"You should remember a lot of songs, and you can sing them, so let's sing one alone."

After hearing this, Yao'er hesitated.

He was confused.

"My sister taught me so many songs, I don't know which one to sing."

Ming Hongyan also had an encouraging look in his smile: "Just sing what you think is best."

Zhao Yuanle coughed and gave Yaoer an encouraging look.

Now is the time for my brother to behave.

Yao'er looked at the eyes of the people around her, and had a choice in her mind.

In the quiet atmosphere, he spoke, his intonation was accurate, his pronunciation was also very standard, and his voice was still childish.

Yao'er: "There is no cloud in the sky, it's hard to rain..."

Everyone's faces are still normal.

Yaoer: "You have no father and mother, each of you has no home, no relatives and friends to help you, are you afraid of being alone..."

Everyone's faces changed.

Ming Jue frowned: "What are you singing?"

Yao'er: "Orphan Paradise."

Mingjue: "Orphan? Paradise? Why do you sing about orphans? Why do you still sing such words?

This is what you think is the best? "

But Ming Hongyan interrupted Ming Jue's questioning, only smiled and asked Yao Er to continue singing.

Yaoer continued to sing.

"Brothers and sisters in the orphanage love each other like a family...

Talk big, slap your mouth...

Don't work hard, be stupid or not...

Read a good book, what to do...

For the society, for the country...

...

Don't be afraid of difficulties and hardships, keep working hard and find a way...

It's really happy in the orphanage, loving each other like a family. "

After singing, Yaoer looked at the people around him, and found that the expressions of the people around him were very complicated.

Some people got it, some didn't.

There was emotion in Ming Hongyan's eyes.

he asked softly.

"Is this what you expected?"

Yaoer nodded.

"There are others, but I think children without parents are the most pitiful. I saw that there are still many orphans in the county without parents and no one to take care of them.

My sister also helped a pair of siblings before.

I don't have a mother either, but I still have family to take care of me.

There are also many children who have been lost, without mothers or fathers.

So I thought, there could be an orphanage where they could have a place to go, someone to take care of them, and let them have relatives too. "

Hearing these words, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help touching Yao'er's little head.

Yao'er's eyes are clear, pure but firm.

"My sister said that talents are the most precious, every child should be a baby, should not suffer, and should grow up happily and healthily.

Moreover, children are the hope. Only when children are taken care of, people will get better and better in the future. "

Saying that, Yao'er said again: "She said that although the children in the village look stupid, if you teach them, you might be able to find good seedlings.

I think the patriarch's grandson and the little cricket are not too stupid, and our village has two more good seedlings. "

Zhao Yuanle, who was still very emotional, hurriedly covered Yao'er's mouth and laughed.

"I really didn't say that."

It's just that IQ is not very high...

The faces of everyone who were quite touched by Yao'er's words also changed.

The old patriarch secretly glanced at his grandson.

Is his grandson really a good seedling?

A five-year-old who still wets the bed can still be promising.

Those who were not named were also very unconvinced.

No one wants to admit their own family

Children are not smart.

Here Wu Nian was the first to break the silence, with tears in his eyes, and tipped the money from the servant girl.

Not only the youngest son, but other children have a share.

It was not an easy move, and they were all given silver dollars.

Now, the people in the village are not calm anymore, and they are all happy.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect, this nobleman really threw money directly.

Wu Nian was throwing money all over the place, and Ming Yue followed by distributing candy.

Ming Jue is still immersed in his own thoughts.

Ming Hongyan looked at Yao'er twice more, his eyes were deep.

Zhao Yuanle came over and asked a question.

"Didn't you say you have no money, she spends so much money..."

Ming Hongyan looked indifferent.

"It doesn't matter, it's not mine."

What was smashed was her own dowry, her own money, and had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Yuanle: "But, have you ever thought about it, where did the money come from when she lost all her money?"

Ming Hong said: "..."

He paused for breath and looked at the red belly.

Bare belly walked over, asked the maid, and after getting the exact news, she came back to report.

"My lord, there is less than one hundred silver dollars left from the money Madam brought on this trip."

As he spoke, he glanced at the scene where he was venting his anger, paused, and said, "Maybe less than fifty."

Zhao Yuanle could clearly see the blue veins in Ming Hongyan's hand pinching the folding fan slowly emerging.

She couldn't help persuading: "Actually, it's nothing. You are a family. Why are you so clear? It's okay for my wife to spend a lot of money. Don't be so stingy. Anyway, your father is a prince. Why are you so picky?"

Ming Hongyan's voice didn't seem to be calm.

"Do you know how much she took with her when she set off?"

Zhao Yuanle: "How much? Thousands?"

Ming Hong said, "Yes."

Zhao Yuanle: "...It's okay, after all, Beidu is so far away from here, and there are two children on the way..."

Ming Hong said: "A thousand taels is gold."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Ming Hongyan couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his temples.

He can be said to be frugal here, except for necessities, he has never spent an extra dollar casually.

This one is good, the trip cost a thousand taels of gold, not counting the expenses on the way back.

When the time comes to return, where will this one ask for money...

Ming Hongyan looked at the two children and heaved a long sigh.

Zhao Yuanle, who was on the side, calculated the amount of silver dollars in his heart, and then thought about the point he had earned.

This time, she once again refreshed her understanding of the powerful class.

It seems that the nobles she met, such as Chen Moying and Ming Hongyan, are all models of frugality.

At this time, when she looked at Wu Nianzhi again, the fairy-like filter was a little broken.

For a while, Zhao Yuanle even suspected that what Wu Lin said was true.

This great beauty is near the end of her life, that's why she wants to disperse these extraneous things in this way.

Here Wu Nian finally finished distributing the money, and brought the child over satisfied.

Wu Nian: "I think the folk customs here are simple and honest, so I can stay here for a while longer."

Ming Hong said he was silent.

Wu Nian: "Did you hear that?"

Ming Hongyan stood up abruptly, leaving only one sentence behind.

"It's up to you, I have no money."

Wu Nian smiled slightly, and suddenly pulled Zhao Yuanle past him.

"Little girl, I heard that you are familiar with Chen Moying?"

Ming Hongyan's steady pace flickered suddenly.

His current complexion can't be said to be cold, it can only be said to be a little icy.

Ming Hong said: "Before it snows in the northern capital, I need you on the way home.

It will be arranged, and you still have about half a month. "

With a victorious smile on Wu Nian's face, he patted Zhao Yuanle lightly and said in a low voice, "Come find me in two days."

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Ming Hongyan (difficult to understand): How can such a prodigal person be raised.

Duke Ye (silence for a moment): I was so puzzled...

Ming Hong said: Probably there will be no more prodigal person than this one.

Duke Ye: This...not necessarily...