Farmer girl with space for good farming

Chapter 156 Brown rice boiled chicken food (4)

Early the next morning, Mu Li got up and cooked a pot of bone porridge, and half a pot of brown rice for chicken food.

When Mrs. Sun got up, he saw that his little daughter was wasting food again, so he inevitably said something to her again.

"It's fine to cook porridge, why cook so much brown rice? Chickens can't eat so much." Sun said.

"This is the food for the chickens in the morning and at noon. I wanted to save some firewood, so I cooked the chickens for lunch," Mu Li said.

Mrs. Sun doesn't want to talk about her anymore, won't she wait for her to pick the chicken and eat grass before cooking?These chicks are going to be fine if they're hungry.

But when I saw the half pot of thick porridge, I felt distressed. There was so much porridge that I couldn't eat so much rice in a day, but now I actually use it for my daughter for breakfast.

But yesterday, the chef was handed over to her daughter, so seeing this now, Mrs. Sun didn't say anything to her, drinking the delicious thick porridge, comforting herself in her heart, her daughter will earn the rice back, Buy it back again.

Father Mu didn't think as much as she did. After drinking four bowls contentedly, he carried the frame on his back and went out with Mrs. Sun contentedly.

They are going to cut firewood in the mountains today. Recently, the firewood has been consumed too much. It is not enough to burn firewood for three meals a day.

Now is the slack season, so I have to go out to chop some firewood and come back, and pick some chickens to eat grass and come back to feed the chickens. Otherwise, I will eat brown rice every day, so how can I go on like this.

After Father Mu and Sun went out, they were the only four children at home.

After eating the fragrant pork bone porridge, as usual, Mu Feng and Xiao Zhi practiced new words and arithmetic in the yard.

Mu He was surprised. He had never studied, let alone learned any knowledge. He even learned arithmetic from Mr. Sun. Small numbers are okay, but if there are too many numbers, he will not be able to do it, because he will make mistakes.

Therefore, seeing that the two younger brothers can write and write questions for each other, Mu He is very envious: "Xiaofeng, teach me to write and count, so that when I go to sell things in the future, I won't be able to count." Wrong money."

These two younger brothers are really good, they can even recognize characters now, you know, he can't even write his own name now, even Father Mu can only write his own name.

He also asked them why they could read. Mu Feng Xiaozhi said that he often went outside the village to eavesdrop on the old scholar's teaching.

They have already promised to keep it a secret for their sister, so naturally they will not reveal it.

And honest people believed it when they heard it.

"I'm good at arithmetic, but I'm not good at writing. Let Xiao Zhi teach you." Mu Feng said to him.

I don't know if it's because Xiaozhi has been with Mu Li for a long time, or because of his personal talent. Anyway, Mu Feng is very slow in learning characters, idioms, or making sentences. Naturally, this is slower than Mu Xiaozhi. How it compares to people, I don't know.

However, although Mu Feng is slow at learning characters, he is very good at arithmetic. When Xiao Zhi was still calculating addition and subtraction within [-], Mu Feng already knew how to add and subtract within [-]. Yes, you have to calculate by hand.

"Okay, brother, let me teach you to write your name and the names of some dishes first." Mu Xiaozhi said happily to Mu He.

Mu Li has never been a teacher, so she doesn't know where to teach children. After teaching some simple characters, she is now teaching some practical characters, which are the names of crops and poultry.

So, Mu He learned calligraphy from his two younger brothers.

(End of this chapter)