The world is broken, the cubs mend it

The rabbit meat is tender, the stewed carrots are slightly sweet, and the rabbit meat soup is just right for soaking up the flatbreads my dad makes.

The cake that Yuanyuan drew for her father was not made, but she has already eaten many of the cakes that her father made.

There was no decent furniture in the house, and the children had to squat next to a stool every time they ate.

Chen Jiahe went to the woods to cut a tree a few days ago and made a small square table according to the child's body shape. It doesn't look very good, but it is very practical.

The little one no longer has to squat on the ground and bend over to eat, but can sit on a chair and lie on the table to eat.

The empty main room gradually became filled with two chairs, one large and one small.

Chen Jiahe is not good at handicrafts, but he learned how to weave baskets in the past.

Split the bamboo into thin strips and wrap them around the fixed outline.

After the new basket was woven, the old basket at home became completely reduced to kindling.

“Is rabbit meat delicious?”

007 saw that she was eating with great relish, even drinking up all the soup, and he felt a chill on his back.

"good to eat!"

Yuanyuan thinks that rabbits are not only cute, but their meat is also delicious. There is no animal in the world more useful than rabbits.

"..."

007's mouth almost twisted to the back of his head after hearing this.

The favorability on the panel has quietly exceeded half, and it no longer cares about it.

It just thought that if it could eat, then what would be wrong with trying a bite of rabbit meat?

Soon it was frightened by its own terrible idea. Although it was not a real rabbit, doing this really felt a bit like cannibalism.

Oops, what it's thinking about in its head is no longer how to capture handsome men, but some messy and useless things.

It has completely fallen!

But it was not completely useless. Aunt Wang's spoiled second son was so scared that he had nightmares for several days.

Seeing her precious son suffering from frustration, she was certain that he was frightened by Chen Jiahe that night, and she started gossiping about him again.

But everyone in the village knew what kind of person her child was, and they all advised her to discipline her child well so that he would not grow up to be a crooked tree.

A heavy snow fell at the end of October in the lunar calendar, and the whole village was covered in white.

The snow continued to fall for three days without stopping. The snow in the mountains was a foot deep, and it almost submerged most of the calf when one stepped down.

Every morning when Chen Jiahe got up, he would take a shovel and shovel the snow in the yard. The fallen snow piled up to form a small snow hill.

After winter comes, children love to stay in bed and are unwilling to crawl out of the quilt.

Originally, the windows in the house were covered with only a layer of plastic. He felt cold in the winters of previous years, but was too lazy to make any changes.

Hearing the child crying out that it was cold, he found a piece of wood to block the light. This prevented any light from coming in and made the room very dim, which helped the child sleep better.

"Dad, it's not even daybreak yet, I don't want to get up."

Yuanyuan woke up early and buried her head in the quilt, refusing to come out.

The quilts at home are thin. Since the weather turned cold, I have been using two quilts. The bed is so warm that it feels like a small stove.

"I baked sweet potatoes for you. Hurry up and get up, wash your face and eat."

Chen Jiahe pulled the child out of the quilt. It was cold and he couldn't stay in the quilt all the time.

There was a brazier in the main room, and the clothes the children were going to wear had been placed by the fire to roast, so they would keep warm when worn.

Few people hang out outside in the village on snowy days, and every household stays at home with the door closed and warming themselves by the fire.

Chen Jiahe has mastered needlework to perfection, and all the children's winter cotton-padded jackets are made by him.

Since it snowed and he couldn't work, he started sewing shoe soles at home. He made two pairs, one large and one small, to wear in the next spring.

The wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and Wang Shuo and his sister came in, feeling cold, and gathered around the fire to warm themselves.

The first snow of this year lasted for five days and many trees on the mountain were broken, so classes in the school were temporarily suspended.

"Yuanyuan, my brother wants to teach me pinyin, and you can learn with me."

Wang Yingying took out a few pieces of paper and two pencil heads from her small cloth bag. These were the leftovers from her brother's life that he was reluctant to throw away.

"I'll teach you something simple."

Wang Shuo moved the small wooden table over and put it in place, then sat in the middle and acted as a little teacher.

Normally he has to go to school and help with work, so he only has time to teach his sister when it rains or snows.

Yuanyuan sat upright with a small pencil in her hand. She couldn't go anywhere on a snowy day and she was very bored at home.

"a, o, e, y, w..."

Wang Shuo wrote the pinyin one by one on paper and taught them how to read them in order.

It will be much easier to learn pinyin before learning to read. Once you are proficient in using pinyin, you will be able to spell out some words that you cannot read.

When Yuanyuan looks at these pinyin, she always has a sense of déjà vu, as if she has learned them at some point in time and at some place.

"a, o, e..."

The little guy read very standardly, and imitated him by clicking on the words one by one.

"Have you studied?"

Seeing that she was pointing very clearly, Wang Shuo couldn't help but look at her in confusion.

Yingying is two years older than her. She would forget most of the words after reading them once for a while, but she could actually point and read them one by one.

And I only taught her once.

“I haven’t learned…”

Yuanyuan just felt that it was very familiar, and there was no scene of learning the knowledge in her memory.

"You're so smart, read it again."

Wang Shuo looked at her in surprise. Could this be the genius the teacher talked about, who could remember things after reading them once?

He wrote about ten pinyins in total, and Yuanyuan read them to him again in order, which was a piece of cake.

"How do you pronounce this?" Wang Shuo asked, pointing at the pinyin o.

"..." Yuanyuan stared at the pinyin for a long time, and her mind suddenly went blank: "I can't remember it."

She can only read in order, and she can't recognize it if the order is messed up.

"It seems that you have a good memory, but that's good too. People with a good memory can learn things quickly."

Wang Shuo breathed a sigh of relief. The kid was still young, and he would be very pressured if he was too smart.

There was a student in his class who slept in class but still got the top score in the exam. When he met someone like this, he would really feel a little jealous.

"Yuanyuan, you are amazing."

Although Wang Yingying's memory was not as good as hers, she often learned from her brother and could already write some simple words.

"Sister Yingying is amazing too!"

Yuanyuan saw the pinyin she wrote on the paper, but she herself couldn't write.

"Brother, when can I go to school with you? Do my parents agree to let me go to school?"

Wang Yingying lowered her head and wrote her name on the paper stroke by stroke. Her name had many strokes, but she could write it very neatly.

Rather than studying with her brother, she would rather sit in the classroom and study with her peers.

"Of course I agree. I've already told Dad. You can sign up when you're old enough."

Wang Shuo patted her shoulder and said that he would find a way to convince his parents to pay for his sister's education no matter what.

"When do I study?"

Yuanyuan was drawing chicks on paper with a pencil. She actually didn’t understand why she had to study, but all the kids said that studying was good, so it must be good.