The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao looked at the words written by Lin and Xiaomu and nodded slightly: “The writing is very good, but more practice is needed. No other children who can't write should be disappointed. You have just learned to write, and the two words before you can write are already very good. Next we will talk...”

While Ning Mengyao lectured, some villagers secretly stood outside to listen, heard her talk so well, and praised their children, their faces were full of euphoria.

After explaining the first sentence of the three words, some simple arithmetic was taught, and the time had come for noon.

“Well, you can go back now, you don't have to come this afternoon, but I have homework to do. Practice the words I taught you today. I'll check tomorrow morning.” Ning Mengyao only teaches morning and afternoon. She doesn't have her own business to do. It's impossible to spend all her energy on these children.

“I know Sister Mengyao.” The children were happy to hold the book and prepare to leave. Before leaving, Mengyao called them and told them to take the sandbox back, just remember to bring it the next day. Watching the children leave, Mengyao retrieved all the tables and chairs and left them in the room beside her, which was why she went to the kitchen to cook.

When the child came home, after eating, he took the sandbox and started practicing. The last word he couldn't write, he took out the book and photographed the beginning of each painting. At first, it was a bit strange to write, and slowly it was all there, and then he read the book, although only a few sentences.

The villagers looked at their children so seriously, they learned so much in the morning, their faces filled with surprise laughter, for them, learning to read is a long thing, but this morning they learned so many words, how can this not surprise them?

In the days that followed, every day, the children went to study at Ning Mengyao's house. When they returned in the afternoon, they practiced themselves, took five days off for two days. On the two days off, Ning Mengyao took the children to play games by the stream, or read books, etc.

In a blink of an eye, a month went by, many villagers found that their children understood the governor, knew Xiaoshun elders, knew more words, and counted.

All of this was a surprise. It was better for Ning Mengyao. The first thing I thought of at home was Ning Mengyao.

So much so that the vegetable melon fruit of Ning Mengyao's family has never been missing, even the fungi on the mountain have been sent by many villagers, and if you can't finish eating it, store it dry.

During this time, Ning Mengyao had never embroidered the screen because she was going to teach. On this day, while the children were home, Ning Mengyao moved the embroidery frame outside. She had just embroidered it for a little while. After a long time, Yang Xiu-er came alive with something embroidered.

When he saw the screen in front of Ning Mengyao, Yang Xiu-er's eyes lit up.

My men consciously put it on the screen and caressed it gently, a lot of the formations on it she hadn't seen again.

While envious, his heart was a little angry. His men consciously held onto the embroidered cloth and looked at the suddenly wrinkled embroidered cloth. He preferred to have his eyebrows slightly wrinkled: “Let go. ”

Cold voice, Yang Xiu subconsciously shook a chill, looked up and saw a pair of deep eyes, those eyes were cold, as if they were going to eat her.

“I... I didn't mean to, Mengyao, can you teach me such a needle? It's beautiful." Yang Xiu's eyes are full of expectations.

“No, the needle method cannot be passed on.” Ning Mengyao looked at it and Yang Xiu-er opened her eyes slightly.

“Aren't we friends? How come it's just an episode? Mengyao, please.” Yang Xiu-er begged to look at Ning Mengyao.

What else would she be worried about if she learned such a needle?

Ning Mengyao stopped the action in his hand. He glanced lightly at Yang Xiu-er and couldn't do the embroidery anymore. He moved the embroidery frame into the house. Ning Mengyao began to tidy up his own vegetable area.

“Why don't you embroider it?” Yang Xiu asked subconsciously that she still wanted to steal the master.

After a glance at her, she preferred the faint opening of Mengyao: “Too noisy. ”

Three simple words made Yang Xiu-er almost vomit blood. Is she disgusting herself?

“Mengyao, you...”

“Yao Yao, I'm here to see you.” Yang Xiu-er's words had not been spoken yet, and he heard Yang Le-le's voice coming from outside.

When she heard this voice, Yang Xiu's heart hated her. If it wasn't for Yang Lele, how could she not have done something before? Instead of making Ning Mengyao's reputation worse, she let her audience love her in Baishan Village.