village pigwoman

Wu Nian took a pair of children and said goodbye to the children in the village along the way.

Ming Hongyan stood behind and did not move. When Zhao Yuanle passed by, his expression was quite complicated: "If she tells you something strange, you don't have to believe it."

Zhao Yuanle: "Well, actually, I want to ask you a question."

Ming Hong said, "Ask."

Zhao Yuanle: "Is she in good health?"

Ming Hongyan paused for a moment, and his eyes instantly became serious.

Zhao Yuanle: "Eh... Wu Lin said that she may not be in good health."

Ming Hong said: "She is really not in good health."

After thinking about it, Ming Yan went to another secluded place and explained it carefully with Zhao Yuanle.

Ming Hong said: "More than ten years ago, there were endless battles among the courts, and she made a bad plan when she was pregnant. Although the two children were saved, the foundation was also damaged.

I found many doctors to show her, but there was nothing I could do. I could only keep it for as long as I could. "

After Zhao Yuanle heard these words, his eyes suddenly changed.

She: "I'm sorry, I blamed you wrongly earlier."

Ming Hongyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhao Yuanle's eyes were full of emotion.

"I began to feel that you were indifferent to her, maybe because you disliked her for being a prodigal, I was still upset, thinking, why are you so picky.

Otherwise, you are a cold-hearted person who only cares about the great cause of the family and the country, and the overall situation, and does not take personal matters seriously. "

Ming Hong said: "Hmm..."

He felt that Zhao Yuanle was right.

Zhao Yuanle who said these words shook his head: "No, I blamed you wrongly, so you are too infatuated.

You must love her so much.

Because he was afraid of her sudden death, he didn't dare to get close to her, because he was afraid that he would be too sad when that day came.

Being so stingy here, no one will take advantage of any advantages, so all the money that should be saved should be used by her, right?

It doesn't matter what you say, but as long as she mentions other men, even if Chen Moying is your good brother, you will still be jealous.

In fact, you love her very much, but you can't help it. You can only try not to take too many pictures of her now, lest the two of you will be so sad in the future. "

Ming Hong said: "..."

He took a deep breath and wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to start.

Zhao Yuanle: "No wonder you have a good relationship with Chen Moying. It must be because seeing him reminds me of my wife, so I love Wu and Wu, and I am more willing to make friends with Chen Moying."

Ming Hong said: "..."

Zhao Yuanle: "I heard from Mrs. Xi that you have not been close to women for so many years.

She said you were trying to compare yourself with Chen Moying, but I think she was wrong, you just love your wife too much.

Mrs. Xi also said that she is seven years older than you, and she waited to become an old lady for you. You went to the battlefield for her, won the battle, and dragged your wounds to ask the emperor to marry you. "

As he spoke, Zhao Yuanle's expression became sad.

"Why does God always torment lovers like this?"

Now she has made up a lot of love and hatred between Ming Hongyan and Wu Nian.

One is a great beauty from the northern capital, a lady from a family, and the other is a young general who fought on the battlefield, a nobleman of the family.

Regardless of the age gap between the two, one is willing to wait and the other is willing to broadcast.

Unexpectedly, something happened after they got married.

The more loving the two are, the more uncomfortable it is when they part. He is sober, so he can only suppress himself, because he still has more responsibilities on his shoulders, so he can only respect each other like a guest and act indifferent.

But even though she was left out in the cold, she didn't care at all, she kept her old appearance, raised a pair of children for him, and served her parents.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yuanle sighed.

Ming Hongyan watched the changing expression and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuanle slapped his head.

"I understand!"

Ming Hong said: "..."

What does this person know...

Zhao Yuanle affirmed: "I know, because it seems to be peaceful now, but in fact, the dark tide is raging. You ignore her and treat her coldly, in fact, it is to protect her.

Because, you are afraid that one day, someone will hold her hostage and threaten you.

So, in fact, staying away now, making others feel that you don't care, is actually another kind of protection. "

Looking at Zhao Yuanle's affirmative appearance, and those slightly moist eyes after being moved.

Ming Hongyan let out a long sigh.

He didn't bother to explain anything.

Zhao Yuanle coughed and brought the topic back.

"By the way, you tell me this, do you want me to help?

My uncle's medical skills are not bad, but I can't guarantee that he can be cured.

Actually, I will sell pig milk at that time. Drinking this can strengthen your body, and I can give you a discount. "

Ming Hong's words remained calm.

"I told you this, just to tell you that Wu Lin saw it very accurately, and he was right."

Zhao Yuanle: "That's all?"

Ming Hong said, "It's almost there."

He originally wanted to tell Zhao Yuanle not to believe some of what Wu Nian said then, and then ask about the pig.

Now it seems that some people may think more.

Something about pigs...

Forget it, he doesn't want to talk to Zhao Yuanle right now.

Ming Hong said, "See you later."

After the voice fell, he turned and left.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but stop him.

Zhao Yuanle: "You... cherish the person in front of you."

Ming Hong said: "..."

His fan was about to be crushed, he held his breath in his chest, and he seldom let out a cold snort, leaving behind a gust of wind and walking away quickly.

Zhao Yuanle stood where he was, feeling emotional.

"I must have hit his heart. Alas, it's easy for ordinary people to be like this when they are hit."

The red belly on the side: "..."

He couldn't help but give Zhao Yuanle a blank look, and hurriedly followed his master.

Zhao Yuanle returned home when he saw that he was gone.

The courtyard of the Zhao family was still very lively. The old patriarch stood there talking to Zhao Sancheng with a smile, and looked at Yao'er with a smile from time to time.

When Zhao Yuanle came over, the old patriarch rushed to greet him.

The old patriarch: "Lele, what did you tell the nobleman?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Nothing."

The old patriarch nodded as if he knew it well: "I know, you can't chew your tongue casually about what the nobleman said."

As he spoke, he sighed: "You are really promising, and you can still talk to the nobles. From now on, our village will depend entirely on your family's help.

If you are a boy, what an achievement you must be. "

Zhao Yuanle gave the old patriarch a white look: "So what if I'm a woman, I'm still much better than you."

She stood at the door and waved directly.

"Go home, don't stand in the way here, I'm so annoying!"

As soon as the villagers saw Zhao Yuanle, they became impatient and quickly left with their children without saying a word.

Zhao Sancheng whispered: "Why are you so fierce."

Zhao Yuanle: "Cut, just praise people if you praise them. It's a pity that I'm not a boy."

That's not the only thing she's impatient about.

Obviously it was her before, and her family provided so many things to the villagers, both as a school and a workshop.

As for these people, although they say it is good, they may not know what they think in their hearts.

But when Ming Hongyan and others came, these people were not like this at all.

In their bones, still

The admiration for the royal relatives cannot be changed.

The more he learned about this, the more Zhao Yuanle felt that he had to stick to this school.

She not only wants to continue to run this school, but also adds more anti-imperialist and anti-feudal content stories to it. The transmission of these ideas must start from the baby.

Not only that, when she has more money, she will also enter the county school.

Making up his mind secretly, Zhao Yuanle found Yao'er.

Zhao Yuanle: "Come on, let's mark the papers together, and discuss the courses after the discussion."

The papers will be finished soon.

All the children from the neighboring village have passed the exam, and their scores are quite high.

When Yao'er was ranking aside, he discovered something.

"Sister, the children from the next village have much better Chinese scores."

Zhao Yuanle smiled: "That's not true, my sister had already taught them when she raised pigs there before."

Yao'er: "No wonder."

The two were talking, and Yao'er ranked the fifty people in his village.

Looking at the failed papers, his little face turned red with anger.

"I can't do such a simple thing, what are you doing in class every day?

Hmph, I must be thinking about eating dry food, I am so mad. "

Zhao Yuanle: "How many failed?"

Yao'er: "Five! And all of them are boys."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's normal."

Yao'er didn't understand.

"Why? Boys are competing for places, shouldn't they work harder, and the results are all boys who fail."

Zhao Yuanle: "Because boys are more likely to be distracted, and they will only control it when they grow up."

Yao'er: "I don't have one?"

Zhao Yuanle: "You are different."

Yao'er: "Why is that?"

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, and said: "Because, in the past, men were responsible for hunting, and they had to watch all directions and listen to all directions, so they should be more distracted and always pay attention to the movement around them."

Yao'er frowned suspiciously: "Is that so?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Maybe, think about it, if that kind of man is too focused, he only looks at the front when hunting and doesn't care about the surroundings, wouldn't he easily put himself in danger?"

Yao'er nodded: "It's also..."

Just when Zhao Yuanle started to talk about preparing for next month's teaching courses, Yao'er suddenly asked: "Is there any other saying similar to this?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Well... for example, when children are young, they all look like their fathers, and when they grow up, they start to grow up separately.

Like you, now you look a little like a father, and you will look more like a mother in the future. "

Yao'er: "Why?"

Zhao Yuanle: "In order for father to know that this is his child, he can guarantee that father will do his best to support the child."

Yao'er: "Huh? Could it be your own?"

Zhao Yuanle coughed: "Okay, let's not talk about this, come on, my sister will tell you some stories, and you will tell them next month. The first one is a poem called Mulan Poetry...

Chirping and chirping, Mulan is weaving..."

...

One night, Zhao Yuanle told Yao'er all the stories he remembered about women's self-improvement.

Yao'er memorized it all, and promised to teach others well.

The second day is the day when the monthly exam results are released.

Zhao Yuanle posted the ranking on the pillar of the school.

One to fifty.

The ranking scores of the neighboring villages were also posted.

The top three are all girls, No.1 is Xiuer's younger sister, Sanxiu, full marks.

Among the top ten, there are two boys, Xiao Cricket and the grandson of the old patriarch.

The last five who failed to pass the test will suffer from the moment they see the results

The big mouth of his own adults.

These people slapped their mouths and cursed.

"Girls can't even pass the exam, use it like a fart!"

"One meal a day, and you'll make fun of it!"

"I tell you to be more serious one day, and you're not listening, you little bastard."

...

Zhao Yuanle stood by the pillar, looking at the people in the village, smiling and angry.

When the children from the next village came, Zhao Yuanle coughed and said, "Okay, I have seen all the grades, and each of them took away the papers, but one of them was correct.

What I said then is what I say now.

Those five who failed the pass will not be used the day after tomorrow. If there are still people in the village who want to come, they will be ranked according to their age, five. "

As soon as this remark came out, some people were happy and others were sad.

Zhao Yuanle gave Zhao Yuanlan a look, and Zhao Yuanlan and Wang Gou'er walked to the center of the venue with things in their hands.

Yao'er shouted while running with his rattle.

"Everyone be quiet, all be quiet!"

Everyone is quiet.

Yao'er stood in the middle, holding his own rattle, and said solemnly: "If you fail the exam, you will be rewarded.

There will be prizes for the top ten and special prizes for the top three. "

As the No.1 mother, Xiu Erniang is proud and reserved at the moment.

So it was the old patriarch who asked, "What kind of awards are they?"

Yao'er: "Once you get it, you'll know. I'll read them one by one. No.10, Li Cuicui."

Li Cuicui stood beside her mother, looking shyly at a group of people.

Cui Cui Niang was very happy and pushed Cui Cui over.

"Go up, go up, Cui Cui, accept the award."

Under everyone's attention, Li Cuicui walked up shyly.

Yao'er showed a gratified smile to Li Cuicui.

"Your arithmetic is all right." It was written as if the chicken had been caught.

Zhao Yuanlan glared at Wang Gou'er, and Wang Gou'er hurriedly passed the things over.

A greased paper bag.

Zhao Yuanlan put the oiled paper bag in Li Cuicui's hands.

"Take it."

Li Cuicui caught it, and her heart was quite weighty.

Next Yaoer read one by one.

When they read about Little Cricket, Old Man Wang and Mrs. Wang burst into laughter.

The little cricket wiped his nose, trotted to Yao'er, and waited for Yao'er's comment on him.

Yao'er frowned: "In the future, if you have a runny nose, don't wipe it with your hands."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Old Man Wang laughed the loudest.

Wang Gou'er kept an eye out, and took the marked paper bag.

Zhao Yuanlan gave the paper bag to Xiao Cricket and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't learn from your brother."

Wang Gouer defended: "I don't have a snot now."

Yao'er: "Alright, next one, Wang Xiaohua."

Two more.

No.5, Yaoer: "Zhao Chengcai."

Zhao Chengcai, the grandson of the old patriarch.

The old patriarch looked at the people around him and smiled: "Did you see that my grandson is the number one among male babies?"

And Xiu'er's father, who was number one among all, coughed.

Yao'er turned to Zhao Chengcai: "Although you are my elder, I hope you won't wet the bed in the future."

Zhao Chengcai: "..."

But when it comes to No.3, things are different.

There are more pencils and notebooks, and there are patterns on the notebooks.

The two little girls who got these loved it.

Until the end, when Sanxiu No.1 was read, people around shouted.

Zhao Yuanle took the lead in applauding.

Sanxiu smiled

, Zhao Yuanlan stuffed everything into her arms.

The largest oil-paper bag, as well as a pen and ink notebook, a set of triangular rulers, compass and ruler.

Under the envious eyes of everyone, Zhao Yuanle passed by.

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