Changan brushed Goudan's hand away, got up, put on her jacket and pants, slid off the kang and ran outside.
When she returned to the room, her uncle had already taken out the porridge and steamed buns left in the pot and put them on the table. He
wiped her face with a wet towel and then sat back to drill holes.
Changan ate porridge while watching her uncle and uncle using the wooden drill to drill holes in the wood wormwood, and found it very interesting.
Suddenly, she remembered what the little goldfish said last night, and immediately recalled the appearance of the four words in her mind.
Fortunately, she didn't forget.
"Heaven, earth, black, yellow," Changan read out word by word, which frightened Goudan.
Song Sanshun understood, because several years ago, he and his brother often heard Song Jizu muttering.
At that time, he listened to Song Jizu reading every day, and unknowingly learned to recite the entire Thousand Characters, but his father just didn't let his brothers go to private school, and said that Song Jizu would teach his brothers.
But with such a stepmother around, how could Song Jizu teach him to read?
"Who did Chang'an learn from?" Song Sanshun asked with a smile.
Chang'an was stuffing her mouth with steamed buns, and she said vaguely: "Little, little Yuyu."
Song Sanshun didn't understand what his niece said, thinking that it was a child in the village who taught her. He sighed and touched her head: "When you grow up, your uncle will ask someone to teach you to read."
When he said to ask someone, of course he didn't ask a teacher, but to ask a literate child in the village to teach Chang'an occasionally.
Chang'an blinked and said: "Yuyu teaches, teaches Chang'an."
Song Sanshun couldn't help asking: "Who is Yuyu?"
Chang'an thought about it and said seriously: "It's, it's Yuyu."
Seeing that his uncle was still puzzled, he added: "Dream, dream of little Yuyu."
Song Laoliu next to him understood and laughed: "Chang'an wants to say that she dreamed of someone teaching her to recite, right or not?"
Chang'an's eyes lit up and nodded repeatedly.
Song Sanshun smiled bitterly and lowered his head to drill the wood.
My little niece is so young that she can't even speak clearly. I actually thought someone taught her to read. Alas.
I guess she learned the few words from some little friend, just like singing nursery rhymes without a teacher.
After eating, Chang'an followed Goudan to play outside.
Today the sun was shining brightly and it was especially warm.
The two children came to an old persimmon tree in the yard and lay on the ground to play with apricot kernels.
Goudan played and muttered: "A big shot, B small link, C keep it, D win money."
Chang'an also learned it and didn't stutter a word.
The two children played for a while, and suddenly Song Baqi walked in with his hands behind his back, followed by his grandson Song Chengye.
Song Chengye ran to Chang'an like a dog relying on the power of others, put his hands on his waist and said: "I want to play too!"
"I won't play with you." Goudan put away all the apricot kernels and pulled Chang'an to the side.
Song Chengye relied on his grandfather's presence and followed him, saying fiercely: "No one else can play without me!"
"I won't take you!" Chang'an got stubborn and said with his fists clenched.
Song Chengye was furious when he heard this and pushed Chang'an down. At this moment, Huahua rushed out from nowhere, jumped up on all fours, and kicked Song Chengye hard, knocking him to the ground.
Song Chengye was frightened and saw Huahua arched her back, baring her teeth and making a threatening hissing sound, as if she was ready to attack him at any time.
Song Chengye was frightened and ran out of the yard.
He didn't dare to complain to his grandfather because he was the first to fight, and he was afraid that his grandfather would scold him for a long time after returning.
Huahua's hair smoothed down when he saw that the bad boy ran away.
He rubbed his head gently against the little master, and his tail swept the dirt off the little master from time to time, as if to say: Don't be afraid, this cat will protect you.
Chang'an hugged Huahua, put his little face against it, and stammered: "Wait, wait until the weather gets warmer, catch, catch grasshoppers for you to eat!"
Huahua made a snoring sound in his throat, obviously very satisfied.
Seeing that Huahua could protect its master, Goudan was immediately envious and said, "I will also raise a big cat like Huahua in the future."
Huahua glanced at him proudly and turned her butt towards him.
Song Baqi, who was walking to the corridor, saw Song Chengye push Chang'an and knock him to the ground without saying a word.
But when he saw the big cat kicking his grandson down, he couldn't help but frown. He
turned his head to look at Chang'an, who was lying on the ground covered in mud, but didn't say anything. Looking
back, he saw his son busy fiddling with the core of the sycamore fruit, and his brows were locked even tighter.
"Sanshun, what are you doing?" Song Baqi asked in a calm voice.
When Song Sanshun saw his father coming, he didn't get up. He just pulled the wooden drill by himself and said in a muffled voice: "Let's do it and exchange it for money."
"How much money can you get from these? I see you don't do your job every day, but you are dreaming." Song Baqi shouted sternly: "Our family has been farmers for generations, and no one has made a fortune by illegal means. Throw these things away quickly! Don't embarrass us at home."
Song Laoliu couldn't stand it anymore, he immediately said: "Uncle Baqi, who told you that we are illegal? Sanshun and I are working honestly at home, why don't we do our job?"
Song Baqi disliked this neighbor the most, and said in a cold voice: "I teach my son a lesson, what's it to you?"
"Why is it none of my business? This business is done by Sanshun and I together. If you don't like it, just don't look at it. Why do you want us to throw it away?"
"You!" Song Baqi kicked the basket of wood and said angrily: "I don't think you can make a fortune with this? You make a bunch of things that can't be eaten or drunk, which will make people laugh!"
He pointed at Song Sanshun again: "Tomorrow your uncle's family will cut down trees, you and Jizu go to help, if nothing else, you can always have a good meal, and it can also save your family a day's rations."
Song Sanshun was immediately annoyed when he heard it, and couldn't help but say: "Dad, your son is not to the point of begging for food from other people's homes. That uncle is just Song Jizu's uncle, what does he have to do with me?"
He didn't say it out loud, his own uncle died a long time ago, even his cousin went to other places to make a living, and his biological mother's family had cut off contact with this family a few years ago.
"You evil beast!" Song Baqi rushed over to beat his son, but his son didn't accept it this time. Instead, he stood up and grabbed his wrist.
Song Sanshun shook off his father's hand and said coldly: "Dad, I have things to do and don't have time to argue with you. If you are bored, go back to sleep."
Song Baqi was so angry that he jumped up and down and wanted to hit his son, but was stopped by Song Laoliu.
"Uncle Baqi, please be careful with your feet. Don't fall." Song Laoliu stood between the father and son, and hurriedly moved the baskets and tools under his feet to avoid tripping Song Baqi.
Song Baqi scolded for a while, and said angrily: "I don't care what you are busy with, you must help your uncle cut trees tomorrow!"
After saying this, he turned and left.
Halfway through, he turned back and shouted: "Song Sanshun! If you dare to disobey me again, you will move out of this house! From now on, I will treat you as a son!" (End of this chapter)