Jian Qingqing was not so busy after spring. Occasionally, Mother Jian would help her go to the stall, so she had some free time.
Usually, she would go learn to read from Xiao Hu and the others how to read. She had not learned many words yet.
Jian Qingqing realized that Xiao Ye was more talented than Xiao Hu when it came to reading. Every time Xiao Hu came back from school and was asked about what he had learned, he would scratch his ears and cheeks. "Teacher told me about it, but I just can't remember it clearly."
As for Xiao Ye, his memory was really good. He could remember everything that his teacher had said clearly. After all, Xiao Ye was only five years old, and Xiao Hu was three years older than him.
Therefore, Xiao Ye became Jian Qingqing's little teacher, holding a book and shaking his head as he taught her. He was very proud.
