Poor family mother and son

Chapter 6 Who Says Children Have No Bad Minds?
The terrain of the school is slightly higher.Because of the village's proximity to the mountain, the terrain is a bit sloping.

Standing at the gate of the school, you can see the smoke from many houses in the village.You can also hear the sound of a woman yelling at her child and feeding her chickens.

Chu Qing poured out a basin while the water was warm, and asked Xiao Bao to wash his face and mouth.Fill it up with water and continue to boil.At this time, Xiaobao was really sweating on the tip of his nose, it was shining brightly, and his little face was also flushed.

Xiaobao looks upright, his facial features are not prominent, he is not considered a beautiful child, but he is fair, maybe because he is locked up at home and rarely basks in the sun, he is a little pale, very thin, and feels light when held.

Chu Qing carefully looked at Xiao Bao by wiping his face.It just has no expression and looks dumb.The legendary paralyzed face?
Mr. Xie came over to take a look around. He lives in the backyard of the school. He came here to see how things are going and what he needs to tell.

In the end, he saw that Chu Qing was walking towards the classroom with a kettle in his hand, ready to fill Mr. Xie's teapot with water.Just don't bother.

I went to the utility room to take a look, and found that Chu Qing not only cleaned the utility room neatly, but also made full use of the space. Even the dilapidated desks were repaired and used as beds.

The damaged bookshelves were also erected against the wall, and the broken horizontal boards were clearly trimmed into vertical baffles. The bookshelf now looks like a shelf, but every floor has been fully utilized, and small things are classified into categories. well placed.

The wall behind the door is also used. Tools such as brooms, shovels, and poles are neatly hung on the wall in order of height, size, fat, and thinness. This does not affect the opening of the door at all, and saves space, and there is no need to worry about falling down and stumbling.

Satisfied, Mr. Xie nodded, and Echo saw Xiao Baomu standing outside the door staring at him blankly.

"Your mother is very capable." Xiaobao didn't respond.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Go to the backyard to eat with your husband?" Xiaobao shook his head.

Chu Qing came over at this moment, bowed to salute her husband, and then replied: "Thank you sir, we've eaten. Xiaobao can't speak yet, so I'm sorry."

"Speak to him more and inspire him to speak."

"Yes, thank you, sir." Chu Qing thanked him, then remembered something, and hurriedly asked:

"Mr. Xie, I saw some bald writing brushes in the utility room, but are they still useful?"

"That, it's useless. It was originally reserved for new students. I'm afraid they won't be prepared, but the bald pen will make the children's handwriting difficult. I don't want it anymore. Throw it away."

"Yes. Thank you sir."

Mr. Xie went back to the backyard for dinner.Chu Qing went to fetch water.There is no well in the school.There are 3 wells in the village, one in the village chief’s house, and two in the middle and the end of the village.

Chu Qing chose to go to the well at the end of the village, because there were few residents passing by, and most of them were behind other people's houses.

Can deal with people less.For young women who are single and have children, it is better to be less tongue-tied.

Just can't bear the shoulder pole.This thing is too disgusting!The balance is easy to control, and Chu Qing's bucket is not too full.But just one trip broke the skin on the shoulder.

Chu Qing went back to the utility room and found a broken sack, and made something shaped like a saddle and tied it to the shoulder pole. It was much more comfortable now.

I picked up water 5 times back and forth and filled the water tank.

For lunch, the children drink water and wash brushes, all of which are needed.

When Chu Qing returned to the utility room to rest, the children came to school one after another.Immediately the school became lively.

Chu Qing led Xiaobao to stay in the utility room.Xiaobao looked at the walls side by side in the utility room, touching them from time to time, as if studying them.Chu Qing found a knife and sharpened some bald brushes.

The bald head of the writing brush is cut off as a whole, and then the port is cut into a neat bevel.After using a knife to cut a one-centimeter-long gap at the tip for capillary action, the dip pen is ready.

Chu Qing made the three most bald writing brushes into dip pens.Without ink and paper, there will be.Not urgent.

Xiaobao moved the small bench and sat at the door.I was dumbfounded listening to the voice of Mr. Xie leading the reading in the classroom.There are bunches of hair sticking out of the hair.The legendary dumbass?

"Guo Zhen Li Nai, vegetable heavy mustard ginger..."

"The sea is salty and the river is light, the scales submerge and the feathers soar..."

The Thousand-Character Essay is really a good thing, an overview of natural science.

I don't know if Xiaobao can understand it, but he is so serious.Xiao Bao sat there motionless.Also move.Chu Qing saw Little Treasure lighting his knees with his index finger following the rhythm of reading aloud.

Chu Qing didn't bother, it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not, it's familiar to you.After the teacher has finished reading, call the students to read.After the roll call, the get out of class is over.Xiaobao still sat there without moving.The fingers are still pointing.

The students began to run into the yard, some went to the toilet, some went to find water to drink, and some chased each other like crazy.Several children in the small class who were chasing and fighting saw Xiaobao and ran over.

"Who are you, why haven't I seen you?"

"What's your name?"

"Why are you so small?"

"What are you doing sitting here?"

Xiao Bao looked at them dumbly, then turned around and wanted to go back to the utility room.

"Don't go, I'm asking you something!"

A child who looked eight or nine years old grabbed Xiaobao by the back collar, his tone a little annoyed.Chu Qing came out quickly, took Xiaobao from the child, and said:

"His name is Xiaobao, he is young, and he still doesn't quite understand what you are saying."

"Then who are you?"

"I'm a new cook. My surname is Yuan. You can call me Aunt Yuan or Auntie."

"Cut!" The child was quite disdainful. "A cook wants me to be called Auntie!"

"Which village are you from? Why haven't I seen you?" another child asked.

"I came to live in the village temporarily."

"You are a widow! Otherwise, why would you live here!" A child saw the broken table used as a bed in the utility room.

"..." Chu Qing was a little speechless, because when she saw the children, her eyes instantly became contemptuous.

"Oh oh oh, the widow cook is dumb! The widow cook is dumb!" several children shouted around Chu Qing and his wife.More children were attracted, so everyone shouted in circles together.Who says kids don't have bad intentions?Can you be so vicious without bad intentions?

"That..." Chu Qing said:
"Jing Xing Weixian, restrain his thoughts and become a sage. He builds his name and establishes his reputation.

"..." The children froze.

"Do you understand? I am the cook. Whether I can eat at noon today, and what kind of meal I will eat, depends on me. Xiaobao is still young, and he is very afraid of strangers. He is not a mute."

"Ahem..." There was a light cough not far away, and Mr. Xie came over.

"Go back and write Xiao Baoniang's words fifty times each, and leave them to me tomorrow morning! Let's leave!" Mr. Xie's voice was a little majestic.The children turned and ran.

Chu Qing blessed Fushen: "Mr. Xie." After doing the same movement a few times, he became proficient. Every time Meng Dao's class teacher called him a parent, shouldn't he just salute.

"Have you ever read a book?"

"Oh...no, I heard from my husband."

"Can you read?"

"I can write my name." I can't read the traditional Chinese characters.

"Be humble. Come with me." Mr. Xie turned around and led the way.

Chu Qing followed all the way to the small class.It should be said to be an enlightenment class.Mr. Xie went to a book on his podium, and a stack of papers, and handed it to Chu Qing: "You can teach the children when you have time, you are familiar with it. Xiaobao is 3 years old, right?"

"It's coming soon, I will be 2 years old in 3 months. Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, this book is considered obsolete. The books used by the children are hand-copied or used by the students in the big class. Otherwise, they have to spend their own money to buy them. The children in the small class are not well protected."

Chu Qing flipped through the book, it was a "Thousand Characters", the handwriting was neat, but the handwriting for annotations was of different sizes, which was very messy.This book is really hard to read.

"This is leftover, you can take it."

Mr. Xie handed over the old inkstone and ink stick.

"Thank you sir." Chu Qing saluted again.

"Go get busy."

"Yes." Chu Qing took three steps back and turned to leave.

Mr. Xie stroked his beard and left.

I just thought that with a pen, paper and ink are not far away, so here it is!

(End of this chapter)