Slow-paced gaming: I'm serious about stockpiling.

Chapter 121 Talk
When Jiang Quhan and Mrs. Wang arrived home, only Zhang Jianjun and Zhang Meng were left squatting on the ground and drawing something in the yard.

Jiang Quhan walked over and asked softly: "What are you two doing? Where are they? Why didn't you play with you?"

Zhang Jianjun raised his head, and the voice of milk replied: "Auntie gave them a bath and went to sleep. We are drawing characters and waiting for you and milk to come back."

Jiang Quhan took a look, and could barely see that it was Tian Shanshui's simple new characters, written crookedly, it really looked like a painting.

She couldn't hold back a few words of teasing, and asked, "What did you draw?"

Zhang Jianjun seriously emphasized: "The characters drawn. This one is a field character, this one is a mountain character, this one is a big character..." He spoke solemnly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Jiang Quhan's playful attitude, pointing to read each word to She listened, proving that he really knew these words, not just scribbling.

Zhang Meng also echoed: "Word...word..."

Now Jiang Quhan was a little surprised. Although Zhang Jianjun is 6 years old this year, he hasn't gone to school yet. When did he know these characters?Didn't he play around with children all day long?
The primary school in the village does not charge tuition fees, but students still need some money for the books, paper and pens they need. In the past, Li Yulan always felt that Zhang Jianjun was too young to learn much in school, and it was a waste of money. She would send him to school when he grew up.

Jiang Quhan became more serious and asked, "How do you know these characters?"

"When the teacher was teaching in the school, I saw it outside. Sister Chunya and the others wanted to go to school. Every time they came back from mowing the grass, they would eavesdrop outside the classroom door. I also listened to them and learned a lot. That's a word!" Zhang Jianjun said that he knew a lot of words, and his small chest was puffed out, as if he was saying that I was great!
Jiang Quhan touched his little head, and praised him: "That's great, do you want to go to school?"

Zhang Jianjun nodded, then stopped suddenly: "My sister who is going to school has no one to protect me, I'll wait a little longer, brother Daqiang only started school this year, sister Chunya hasn't gone to school yet, she wants to bring Fugui and Zhizhi , I still have to mow the lawn, and I don’t have time to go to school.”

Full of innocence and sensible words, Jiang Quhan felt distressed and helpless.

Jiang Quhan thought of his own time, no matter what kind of family conditions, boys and girls, going to school was a matter of course, and many people clamored how hard it was to go to school.

But in this age, especially girls, they are eager to go to school, but they have endless farm work at a young age, so they can only spend a little spare time outside the door to listen to some scattered knowledge after finishing their work.

They have endless hardships, but they never say bitterness.

Jiang Quhan squatted down, looked into Zhang Jianjun's eyes, and said seriously: "You don't have to worry about my sister, just tell me, do you want to go to school?"

Zhang Jianjun was much more determined this time, "I think, the teachers at school know a lot, and I also want to know a lot of characters."

"Okay, then I'll take you to school tomorrow."

Zhang Jianjun was a little happy, but also a little worried, and asked, "Mom, will you take your sister to work with you tomorrow? Then don't let her be bullied. The sun is so bright during the day, so don't let her get sunburned."

He was young and had a lot to worry about. Jiang Quhan couldn't help but patted his forehead, and said with a smile: "I know, the little steward, I will definitely take care of your sister."

As soon as Mrs. Zhang came back, she wanted to urge Jiang Quhan to take a bath for the two little ones and go to bed. Seeing them talking there, she didn't bother her and went about her own business.

After she tidied up and came out to take a look, the three of them were still talking there without moving their nests, urging: "It's getting dark, I haven't washed them both to sleep, I won't be able to see them for a while."

(End of this chapter)