Ning Mengyao looked at the words written by Lin Er and Xiao Mu, and nodded slightly: "The writing is very good, but it still needs more practice. Other children who can't write yet don't be disappointed. You just learned to write, you can write The two words before the meeting are already very good, let’s talk about it next... "
When Ning Mengyao was giving a lecture, some villagers secretly stood outside and listened. Their faces were filled with joy when they heard that she spoke so well and praised their children.
After explaining the first sentence of the Three Character Classic, he also taught some simple arithmetic. It was already noon.
"Okay, everyone can go back. You don't have to come in the afternoon, but I have homework. I will practice the words I taught today. I will check it tomorrow morning." Ning Mengyao only teaches in the morning every day, not in the afternoon. She still has her own things to do, and it is impossible to spend all her energy on these children.
"I know, Sister Mengyao." The children happily hugged the books and prepared to leave. Before leaving, Ning Mengyao stopped them and asked them to take the sandbox back, as long as they remembered to bring it with them the next day. Watching the children leave, Ning Mengyao took all the tables and chairs back to the room next to them and then went to the kitchen to cook.
After the child came home and had dinner, he took the sandbox and started practicing calligraphy. If he couldn't write the last word, he took out the book and started writing according to the strokes on it. The writing was a little strange at first, but gradually he started to practice calligraphy. I know how to do it, and then I read a book, even though it only contains a few sentences.
The villagers looked at their children who were so serious about learning so many things in one morning, and their faces were full of surprised smiles. For them, learning to read is a long-term thing, but this morning, they learned After reading several words, how could this not surprise them
In the days that followed, the children went to Ning Mengyao's house to study every day. When they came back in the afternoon, they practiced by themselves. They had five days of rest and two days of rest. During the two days of rest, Ning Mengyao took the children by the stream. Play games, or read, etc.
Time has passed in the blink of an eye, and a month has passed. Many villagers have found that their children have become sensible, know how to be filial to their elders, know more words, and can settle accounts.
All this surprised everyone, and they immediately felt even better towards Ning Mengyao. Ning Mengyao was the first person who thought of anything good at home.
As a result, Ning Mengyao's family never lacked vegetables and fruits. Even fungi from the mountains were sent by many villagers. If they couldn't finish them, they were dried and stored.
During this period, Ning Mengyao had to teach, so she had not embroidered the screen. On this day, when the children had gone home, Ning Mengyao moved the embroidery stand outside. She had just been embroidering for a while, and she hadn't seen her for a long time. Yang Xiuer ran over with something to embroider.
Yang Xiuer's eyes lit up when she saw the screen in front of Ning Mengyao.
She subconsciously put her hand on the screen and stroked it gently. Many of the formations on it were things she had never seen before.
At the same time she was envious, but also a little angry in her heart. She subconsciously grasped the embroidery cloth tightly. Looking at the suddenly wrinkled embroidery cloth, Ning Mengyao frowned slightly: "Let go."
The cold voice made Yang Xiuer shudder subconsciously. When she looked up, she saw a pair of deep eyes. The eyes were so cold, as if they wanted to eat her.
"That me... I didn't mean it. Mengyao, can you teach me such acupuncture? It's so beautiful." Yang Xiuer's eyes were full of expectation.
"No, the acupuncture technique cannot be passed on to others." Ning Mengyao looked at it, and Yang Xiuer said calmly.
"Aren't we friends? Why is this a side story? Mengyao, just agree, please." Yang Xiuer looked at Ning Mengyao pleadingly.
As long as she learned such acupuncture techniques, what would she have to worry about
Ning Mengyao stopped moving for a moment and glanced at Yang Xiuer lightly. She could no longer do the embroidery work. She moved the embroidery frame into the house and started to tidy up her vegetable plot.
"Why don't you embroider anymore?" Yang Xiu'er asked subconsciously, she still wanted to steal from her.
Glancing at her, Ning Mengyao said calmly: "It's too noisy."
Three simple words made Yang Xiuer almost vomit blood. Did she dislike herself
"Mengyao you..."
"Yao Yao, I'm here to find you." Before Yang Xiu'er could say anything, she heard Yang Lele's voice coming from outside.
Hearing this voice, Yang Xiuer was filled with hatred. If it weren't for Yang Lele, how could she not have accomplished anything before? Not only did it not make Ning Mengyao's reputation worse, but it also made her loved by everyone in this Baishan Village.