After naming the little rock, Li Hehua wrote the three words 'Yang Mingrui' on the paper to teach the little rock to write. No matter what, he had to write his name well.
Xiao Shitou cherished his new name very much. He took the pen and wrote each stroke very carefully. He could sit there for a long time without moving, and he didn't need anyone to supervise him. Eleven had never seen a child who cherished the opportunity to learn so much.
Little Stone studied hard for two days, and finally learned how to write his name. He was excited and proud. He showed it to Grandpa Yang and Yang Shifeng. Deng Deng Deng ran out.
Eleven didn't know why, "Where did he go?"
Yang Shifeng smiled and said: "It must have gone out to show other children, children are like this."
Grandpa Yang also laughed, "The children in the village are illiterate, but it's a great thing to know how to write. When they see that Xiao Shi can write, they probably envy them to the death. This stinky boy is here to show off."
After listening to Eleven, he also laughed. Even though Xiao Shishi looked very sensible, he was actually still a child with a childish side.
After a while, the little rocks that ran out came back, but this time there were a lot of little ones behind.
Xiao Shitou ran to Eleven out of breath, put his paper on the table carefully, and then said to Eleven: "Sister, they also want to know how their names are written, can you help them? Also write a note for them to take back?"
Eleven looked at the radish heads who were looking at her eagerly behind Xiao Shi Shi, each of them was about the size of Xiao Shi, and when Shi Shi was looking at them, he immediately lowered his head in embarrassment and did not dare to look at her, but the eyes in those eyes were towards Xiao Shi. The envy and desire she saw clearly.
Eleven smiled, rubbed Xiao Shishi's head, went into the room and took out a few pieces of paper. Under the bright eyes of the children, he started to write with a pen.
She asked the leading boy, "What's your name?"
The boy knew that he was going to write his name on Eleven, so excited that he didn't know where to put it, he stammered: "I...
My name is Da Mao. "
"Huh?" Eleven's hand stopped, "Don't say your nickname, what's your real name?"
Da Mao was stunned, scratched his head and said, "I, my name is Da Mao."
Xiao Shitou hurriedly explained to Eleven: "Sister, Da Mao doesn't have a big name either, so his name is Da Mao, and his name is Wang Da Mao, so you can write to him."
Eleven blinked and had to write the words 'Wang Damao' on the paper.
Next was the second child. When he came up, he told Eleven loudly that his name was Yang Dali. Eleven guessed that it was also a name and a nickname, and wrote it down on the paper.
The children in the back are almost the same, and none of them have a serious name. Eleven discovered that no one here has the habit of naming their children.
Yang Shifeng listened to the whole process, and explained to Eleven when they were sleeping at night: "No one in the village has studied, so everyone has bad names, and they are used to calling Da Mao Er Mao and Da Zhu Er Zhu since childhood. Big. Girls sometimes give orchid and flower a good name."
Eleven frowned, suddenly remembering that Yang Shifeng's name was different, and asked, "Then why are you different? Your name is quite good."
Yang Shifeng smiled and said: "Actually, my original name is not Yang Shifeng, my name is Yang Shifeng, and I have the same name as Xiao Shifeng. There are many people in our village who call this name. When an adult calls Shifeng, many children will turn back and respond."
"Pfft—" Thinking of the picture of many children turning their heads at the same time, Eleven couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Then what? Why did you change your name?"
Yang Shifeng recalled something, "After I grew up and learned to hunt, I often went to town to sell prey, and I also met a lot of learned people, including an old man who told fortune-telling, I accidentally helped He, he gave me a fate, let me change the last word of my name to 'peak', and also said that my marriage was destined to be extraordinary, let me not worry, just wait."
"Ah?" Eleven was dumbfounded, "Really?"
Yang Shifeng pinched Eleven's nose and continued: "I didn't believe it at that time, but I just thought it would be good to change the name, at least not to be called Shishi like everyone else, and later called Yang Shifeng. Now that I think about it, that fortune-teller What I said is actually true, I waited until I was twenty-two years old, I met you on the day I went hunting in the mountains, and I gave you my heart from then on, this is not a marriage, what is it?"
Eleven thought about it, and felt that Yang Shifeng was right. She came from the end of the world in a mysterious way. The first person she saw was him, and then she fell in love with him. What are these many destined to be
"What about the fortune teller now?" Eleven asked curiously.
Yang Shifeng shook his head, "It's strange to say, he was always in the town before, but after talking to me, he suddenly disappeared, and I don't know where he went. I haven't seen him for many years."
"I guess I'll go to another place for fortune-telling, forget it, let's not talk about this, I have something for you to see." Eleven got up from the bed, walked to the cabinet, took out the baggage containing the silver and put it on the bed and gave it to Yang Shifeng Look.
Yang Shifeng was slightly surprised, "Eleven, why so much money?"
"This is what I earned from treating illnesses for the rich during the time I left, and I brought it all back with me later, and I couldn't spend it here, so there's only so much left."
Yang Shifeng watched silently for a while, then stretched out his hand to tie the burden again, "You have collected so much money, so as not to be known to attract thieves."
Eleven reached out his hand to stop him, "Don't take it, I'll show you it's useful, I'm going to use the money to do a big thing."
"A big deal? What's the matter?"
"I'm going to use this money to build an academy, and then I'll hire a master to teach the children who want to go to school in ten miles and eight villages to read and read, so that they won't be able to write their names in the future. Maybe they can learn well. , and get a good job in town."
Yang Shifeng opened his eyes in surprise, "You, you mean you want to build an academy in the village to read to the children?"
"Hum!" Nodding at eleven, "I also thought about it for a long time before I thought about it. Don't we, Xiao Shishi, also want to study, and it is impossible to go to the town. It just happens to build an academy, so that he can also have a place to study."
To be honest, this news is really difficult for Yang Shifeng to digest. In their mountain nest, let alone academies for hundreds of years, even a scholar is rare. Everyone knows that if you want to study, you have to go to the town. I thought that there could also be an academy in the village, but if there is really an academy in the village, the children can read and write, this is nothing short of great news, even if Yang Shifeng is just a villager, he knows that, How much change this matter will bring to the village. If the children can read books, then at least a few educated people will be able to come out. Not to mention the champion test, as long as they can settle accounts, they can become a bookkeeper in the town. You don't have to spend your whole life digging in the ground.
"Eleven, are you serious?" Yang Shifeng couldn't help confirming it again.
Eleven squeezed his mouth and pulled it to both sides, "Oh, what's there to confirm or not confirm, isn't it just building an academy, it's not a big deal, is it so hard to believe?"
Yang Shifeng's face was deformed and he was smiling, "Eleven, you have no idea how important your decision is and how important it is to us."
Eleven smiled and said, "Okay, since it's important, it's even more important to do it. I have enough money here, and I can start building a house in a year's time. As for the furniture, tables and chairs needed inside, When I see it, I will give money to the carpenter in the village to fight, and when my grandfather is old, don’t bother him. When this is done, I will find a master at that time.”
"Leave these to me when the time comes, and I'll arrange it. Don't worry about the furniture, tables, chairs, and furniture. If the villagers know how happy Gaixuetang is, they will definitely come over to help. But..."Yang Shifeng As he spoke, there was a little concern in his eyes, "One thing is probably not very easy to handle, that is, the problem of the children's repairing, the villagers have no money, I am afraid they can't give up so much money to study for the children, what will I do with the master's wages? ?"
Eleven is not worried about this question, "It's okay, even if the master only teaches us a small stone, we have to pay the money, and the money we give is definitely enough for the master's wages. If the other children are willing to come, they will come. If you come, you can just teach our family a small stone. As for the repair, it must not be as expensive as the town, let's ask the master to charge it, and if you don't have money, you can exchange it for grain and eggs."
Yang Shifeng didn't know what to say anymore, so he didn't say anything at all, cupped Eleven's face, covered her lips and kissed it hard, whispering between each other's lips and teeth, "Eleven, thank you, you are so kind. ."
"Silly." Eleven put his arms around his neck and responded enthusiastically to him.
Yang Shifeng's breathing immediately became rapid, and the topic just now was completely forgotten. He only remembered the charming girl in his arms. One big hand unconsciously reached into the clothes to cover the soft, and the other hand impatiently took off Eleven's clothes. , "Honey, can you tonight?"
Eleven saw his anxious look, and he hesitated in his heart whether to give him a meal, but at this time, his stomach growled.
Yang Shifeng paused and looked at her stomach, "Hungry?"
Eleven didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.
Yang Shifeng stopped immediately, got up from Eleven, and said while putting on his clothes: "You don't eat much at noon, and you don't eat much at night. Can you eat so much a day without being hungry? I'll make you something to eat. ."
Eleven Lima stopped him, "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, don't do it."
Yang Shifeng turned around and touched her face, "Your stomach is screaming, you have to eat when you are hungry, I will make some noodles for you, very soon."
Eleven is really not hungry, the stomach growling is just a physiological reaction, but Yang Shifeng obviously doesn't believe it, she can't stop it at this time, she can only let him go, the big deal is that she tries to eat two bites.
Yang Shifeng's movements were very fast. He went to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of hot noodles with a lot of shredded pork and an egg in it, "Come on, you can eat it while it's hot, no matter what the meat is. Eat the eggs first, and if you really can't eat the rest, I'll eat them."
Eleven pursed his lips, got dressed with the help of Yang Shifeng, sat down at the table slowly, took the chopsticks handed by Yang Shifeng, picked a chopstick face and put it in his mouth, chewing for a long time before swallowing it. .
Yang Shifeng's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was a little worried. During the eleventh day, eating was not as active as before, and when she encountered her favorite food, she didn't eat well, and it felt like it was stuffed into her stomach bit by bit. It doesn't matter if she doesn't eat breakfast every day, and she puts down her chopsticks after eating only a few bites for lunch and dinner. Because of this, she loses weight quickly.
Yang Shifeng touched Eleven's forehead worriedly, and checked her body temperature, but the temperature was fine, "Eleven, why do you always seem to have no appetite? Didn't you like to eat it the most before, why don't you like it now? ?"
Eleven looked up at him, lowered his head again, and said lightly: "It's okay, I love hibernation like animals in winter, I like to sleep, and I don't like to eat. I'll be fine after winter."
"It's always been like this?" Yang Shifeng had never heard that humans have the same characteristics of hibernation as some animals.
Eleven hesitated, but nodded.
Yang Shifeng's brows were so wrinkled that he was about to catch flies. He wanted to take him to see the doctor in the city tomorrow, but he immediately realized that he was a doctor, and he was a doctor with superb medical skills, so he didn't need to see anything else. The doctor, so he asked, "Does it matter to you? Will it hurt the body?"
Eleven continued to shake his head, bit his chopsticks and said, "It's alright, it's alright, don't worry."
Despite what Eleven said, Yang Shifeng still couldn't let go of his heart, thinking in his heart that he should coax her to eat more during this period of time, so as not to damage her body.
After a while, seeing that the heat in the bowl was about to disappear, the noodles were still intact, and the eggs and shredded meat were not even moved at all. Yang Shifeng shook his head, and simply took the chopsticks in Eleven's hand and brought Eleven. Picked up from the stool and put it on his lap to sit, circled her, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and brought it to her mouth, "Come on, eat some meat."
Eleven stared at the shredded pork for a while, bit his lip, and put his head in Yang Shifeng's arms and said coquettishly: "I'm full, I can't eat anymore, you eat it."
Yang Shifeng disagreed, "No, you didn't eat anything at all. If you don't want to eat noodles, let's eat the meat, then the eggs, and then we won't eat it, okay?"
Eleven pursed her mouth, reluctantly said "Oh", opened her mouth to swallow the meat on the chopsticks, but in the next second, a burst of sour water suddenly appeared in her stomach, making her unable to control herself any longer. "Wow", he spit it out, not only the meat, but everything in his stomach was spit out, and it was all spit out on Yang Shifeng's body.
But where did Yang Shifeng care about this, he hurriedly wrapped his arms around Eleven's waist and patted her back, and said in a panic, "What's wrong with Eleven?"
Eleven couldn't hear what he said, and now the whole person is filled with nausea, and he can't stop vomiting, but there is nothing in his stomach to vomit, so he can only retching.
"What's wrong with you on Eleven? Is your stomach upset? Do you have any medicine, I'll get it for you!" Yang Shifeng was so anxious that his face was sweating, and his voice became unstable.
Eleven waved his hands, gradually raised his body, and said weakly, "It's okay, you don't need to take medicine, don't worry."
"Why is this so good? What's wrong with it?"
"It's just that the stomach is a little uncomfortable. It may be nausea caused by not wanting to eat hard. It's not a big deal. Don't worry, you can get my silver needle. I'll give myself a needle and sleep."
Seeing that Eleven was really fine, Yang Shifeng breathed a sigh of relief, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, carried her to the bed, and turned around to fetch her silver needle.
Eleven took off his clothes, picked up a silver needle and stuck a few needles on the acupoints on his body. After a quarter of an hour, he pulled out the needle. He smiled and looked at Yang Shifeng, who was still worried: "I'm fine, you Go and clean up yourselves, I've spit it out."
"Is it all right?"
"real!"
Only then did Yang Shifeng believe it. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up, changed into clean clothes, went to bed, hugged Eleven, put his big hand on her stomach and rubbed lightly, trying to make her feel more comfortable.
Eleven leaned against the warm embrace of the person behind him and blinked in the darkness, with a worry that Yang Shifeng could not see in his eyes.