Rebirth from the end of the world to the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 401 Hong Yun's Talent
Next door, the white-bearded old man was eating happily and enjoying supper, grabbing the shrimp with one hand without any hesitation, and scooping up the soup with a spoon in the other hand.

"When I see this girl tomorrow, it seems that I have to criticize her!"

"Obviously she looks so pretty, but she doesn't have a good brain. How can these things be enough for a little old man to fill his stomach?"

This thing is really delicious!too delicious!
Obviously, the little old man has eaten a hundred or eighty similar delicacies, but the girl who seems pampered can make such an excellent delicacy.

The little old man is too dissatisfied at this moment, do you have such delicious food, you can only eat it in your heart, but you don't have it!

"Hey! Hey!" The old man was dejected: "It's estimated that this food will arouse the soul in my stomach tonight, and I won't be able to sleep!"

I don't know if the little old man slept well, but Shuhan really didn't sleep well anyway.

What is Shuhan thinking?Thinking about the child Hongshi, I don't know if he is a little older now than before!

When hugging and sleeping with Hongpan, but always unable to fall asleep.The body that was about to fall asleep would also tremble, she was thinking about her little son!
She is an incompetent mother, a mother who cannot be responsible for her children!
Poor Hongshi hasn't seen his brother yet, poor Hong hoped that he would suffer such a crime at such a young age.

In an instant, Shuhan became uneasy, wanting no matter which child he was in the past.

Although Shuhan doesn't breastfeed herself, she uses the good things in the space to raise them bit by bit, so the children never get sick! !
But now I am far away, and I don't even have a chance to get close. Hongshi was less than half a year old when he left. Although there is a nanny looking up to him, it is worrying...

You stayed up all night, thinking about the three children not far away. Occasionally, the appearance of a man will flash in your mind.

It's not that she doesn't understand the man's forbearance when leaving, she just pretends not to know.Children are more important than men.

When I woke up the next day, I really missed it terribly!This book contains a lot of looting of materials from the space at a time.

There are fruits, food made by myself, clothes to make during this time, and spiritual spring water that can prevent it.

The next day, Shu Han sent these things to the capital, and Hong Yun and Huai Ke happily took the big package.

There is no child who doesn't want to be a mother, but sometimes after crying and making trouble, but still can't find the person he wants, he will calm down!

Hongyun is under a lot of pressure now, every day he is told to sit in the room to read and draw, and there is a very strict and rigid teacher who guards him with a big whip.

There is really no way to do it. First, something happened to Hong Hui, and then something happened to Hong Pan. Now Hong Yun is the last hope.

Hongyun's life is extremely difficult these days. The child who is only a little over three years old is taught the three-character scriptures and hundreds of surnames by strict and demanding teachers.

When Hong Yun was really exhausted, he wanted to throw himself into his aunt's arms to act like a spoiled child, but Lin Lang, who was always very doting on weekdays, ruthlessly refused.

Tears glistened in Linlang's eyes: "Hong Yun is a good boy! Now he has to grow up! Protect his sister and brother!"

Although Hong Yun was small, he could vaguely feel the difference between the atmosphere and the past.

After all, he is only a three-year-old child, and he will still cry and make a fuss under such high-intensity oppression and study.

"I don't want a master! I want my mother! I want my mother! I want my brother! I want my brother!"

Hongyun hugged Linlang's leg and splashed, crying pitifully, his nose and eyes were all red.

Lin Lang felt distressed, since the master left, he didn't know what he was doing every day?To be so free, come to see the three little masters every day!
The master also specially invited three masters to teach Brother Hongyun, and now he has completely copied some of the homework that Brother Hongpan needed to do in the past.

Oh no!Even stronger than Brother Hongpan's before!
Even though Lin Lang didn't spend much time with the master, she could still feel that the master was in a very anxious attitude!

"Master has brought something here!" Xiao Chuangzi shouted with joy.

This time, even the master pretended not to see Hong Yun jumping up and down, so it was rare for him to be merciful and let his only student go.

The master watched the three-year-old child skip and run away, and stroked his completely exaggerated beard.

"It's true that people can't be judged by appearances, and sea water can't be measured! I didn't expect that a child who was less than four years old would have such a magical talent!"

The kid Hongyun seems to be mischievous, and he is completely absent-minded in his studies. His eyes are always fixed on the singing of birds and cicadas outside the window.

But I didn't expect him to be such a talented kid!
I read it roughly and analyzed the train of thought of the article. Since this child can fully understand it, he can even recite it backwards.

"This child is indeed a malleable talent. If he can restrain his personality and think quietly, he will definitely have a great fortune in the future!"

When the master is bored, he checks the homework written by Hongyun, thinking that it is a child who is a little over three years old, and the master himself does not want to assign much homework.

But I didn't expect fourth master to be extremely harsh on this child, and assigned a lot of homework to the child that needed to be copied.

sigh!Even a child from an ordinary family might not be able to suffer this kind of hardship.

Unexpectedly, although the child was unhappy, he still completed the homework honestly.

There is a pile of straw paper in front of him, and the handwriting on it can be regarded as neat. It seems that he has practiced calligraphy hard in the past.

As the saying goes, good calligraphy is like a person. Although Hongyun is mischievous and mischievous, he really wrote a beautiful brush calligraphy under Shuhan's supervision.

Master is really more and more curious, it seems that this child is really talented!

When I ask a question in class, the children can answer it, and have a few words with myself!
Fortunately, I thought it was something my child had learned before, and it seems that it was all the information I got when I copied the article.

"Genius! This is a genius! This is probably a good seedling that is rarely seen in ten years! It should be a good seedling that is seen once in a hundred years!"

Just three years old!I didn't expect to have such an ability. If I train the next poet later! !

On the other side, both Hong Yun and Huai Ke were happily unpacking the package sent by the mother.

"Wow, so many new clothes!" Huai Ke happily picked them up and put them on himself, then put them down sadly, with a dejected look on his face.

"This dress is so small! So it wasn't made for me at all!" Huai Ke's book-like face drooped.

"These clothes are so small that Hong Yun can't wear them. I'm afraid they are for my younger brother?"

Hong Yun stared at those delicious and fun things!Then with a playful smile on his face, he got the letter from Eniang's father-in-law from Xiaochuangzi.

Hongyun and Huaike then sat head to head, reading the letter sent by Shuhan, crying while reading.

However, Hongyun was sad and broke his voice and shouted: "Woohoo! Is Er Niang not wanting us anymore! Hongyun must obediently study hard in the future, and don't make Master angry anymore!"

Huai Ke also cried at the top of his voice, the little girl was afraid that Er Niang really didn't want her, so she wouldn't come back!
It wasn't until the servants comforted the two little masters and took the letter from the little masters that they finally saw what was written.

(End of this chapter)