The General’s Little Peasant Wife

During that time, someone asked Yang Zhu if this was not possible. Yang Zhu told them that Ning Mengyao was preparing a book for the children, so they were relieved, and the women brought their own melon fruit and vegetables to Ning Mengyao.

When I came here, I did see Ning Mengyao and Yang Lele busy in the yard, with a lot of newly bound books at the table.

“Finally, it's all written down.” Ning Mengyao stretched out his lazy waist and slapped himself on the shoulder.

“Yeah, when are you going to start?” Over the past few days, Yang Lele's relationship with Ning Mengyao has been getting better and she knows a few words, which makes her very happy.

Ning Mengyao thought, “Go back and tell Uncle Yang to bring the children tomorrow. I'll register my name and send them some books. ”

“All?”

“No, only three copies will be sent and the rest will be sent after these lessons have been learned.” Ning Mengyao shook her head and thought of a modern way of educating herself, maybe even try it.

Yang Lele nodded in favour, sent them all out, in case the child lost them, Yao Yao had to write another copy, which is not to be lost.

In the afternoon, Yang Lele went home and told Yao Zhu what Ning Mengyao meant. Yang Zhu hurriedly informed the villagers and told them the good news.

Early the next morning, many people stood in front of the Ning Mengyao family, some of them a child, the family came, and they heard that they could still send books, so they wanted to come and see.

Ning Mengyao opened the door to greet everyone in the past and put them in line, one by one.

Yang Lele sits next to Ning Mengyao. After she ranks a name, Yang Lele will pass the three books before her to the child.

Twenty-six children, all of them holding their books, happily touched and touched, couldn't bear to put it down.

“Tomorrow morning you bring all the books, okay?” Mengyao looked at the excited child and said with a smile.

“Got it. ”

After getting the book, so the villagers all came home with their children. After returning, they couldn't wait to open the book and look at the beautiful words written on it. Everyone thought that Ning Mengyao was really good. I'm afraid it would take hundreds of words to buy these three books. Although they were copied, it also took her a lot of time.

The next day, the child who signed up at Ning Mengyao's house had eaten early and was waiting at the door, which forced Ning Mengyao to open the door for them to come in later. At this time, she had already placed a table and chair bench in the courtyard with wall tiles.

“Sit in a high, short order.” Ning Mengyao looked at several children and smiled gently, only with seriousness in his smile.

Next, Ning Mengyao began to teach them how to read, using finger reading, pointing to, reading a word, pointing to a word.

It took about half an hour to read all three books. After reading them, Ning Mengyao began to teach them to write, and the words were the characters in the three scriptures.

Every child has a sandbox in front of them, and a branch. Mengyao holds a branch with a normal brush, long and short, to show to each child.

They also teach the handle when they are in an incorrect position.

When all the kids were ready, Mengyao wrote a talent on a blackboard made of charcoal.

As he said, while explaining to the children, every child present listened very carefully, and when Ning Mengyao said he could practice, every child couldn't wait to write.

Lin's qualifications were the best. He looked at the words on the blackboard and could write them very well only twice. Probably for a simple reason.

After each child learned to write people, Ning Mengyao taught them the word again. This word is a bit difficult for many children. When they can't write, Ning Mengyao handles the teaching, after two or three years, they will almost understand.

After that, the word was a little difficult. Half an hour later, the people who would write it were just two or three, and Lin and Xiaomao were there.