The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"It's still early for you. Start learning first. You will definitely be ahead of other students in the future when you go to school."

Wang Shuo thought so and so he taught his sister in advance so that she would not fall behind when she goes to school in the future.

The three children gathered together. Chen Jiahe, who had originally been focusing on needlework, was gradually attracted by their conversation.

He had never read a book or touched a textbook, but he gradually became absorbed in listening to the children's babbling.

Life was even harder back then than it is now. The village was remote and there was only one elderly teacher.

Nowadays, most children from farmers' families can go to school, but when he was a child, there were only a few people in the village who had received education.

He also once secretly ran to the school while doing farm work. It was a very small dirt courtyard. He lay by the window and watched the teacher write.

But he only dared to come over when he was not herding cattle, otherwise he would be caught and beaten by his parents.

He only went three or four times before the teacher discovered him, and came to his parents to discuss letting him go to class as well.

My parents did not agree. They treated the teacher nicely on the surface, but beat him after the teacher left, saying that he was destined to be a farmer and told him not to dream of things that he shouldn't.

After that, he never dared to peek again, and only listened to Wang Mazi talking about some things that happened in class while doing farm work.

Chen Jiahe put down what he was holding, walked forward, bent over and watched several people write.

Wang Shuo is a very responsible young teacher. He teaches his younger sister, who has basic knowledge, how to write more difficult characters, and teaches Yuanyuan how to write capital 1, 2, 3.

The little guy's handwriting was crooked, but his attitude was extremely serious.

And with his hands-on teaching, Yingying's handwriting looked quite graceful.

He also feels proud to be able to teach others what he has learned.

"Brother Jiahe, what are you looking at?"

When he looked up, he saw a pair of burning eyes looking at the words he wrote on the paper.

"What are those symbols you wrote?"

Chen Jiahe dragged a stool and sat down, pointing at the pinyin with his rough fingers.

"This is for pinyin literacy, Brother Jiahe, don't you know?"

Wang Shuo was used to calling him and Mazi "brother", and he didn't know how to change his words, so he just kept calling him that.

"I don't know. I haven't read any books."

Chen Jiahe picked up the paper and began to read it, not understanding the relationship between the small symbols and the square words.

"Then I'll teach you too."

Wang Shuo arranged some writing for the two younger ones, and now they happened to have some free time.

"I'm already this old, what's the point of learning this?"

Chen Jiahe sighed. He was not the kind of person who would look back, and he couldn't imagine what life would be like if he had studied.

"What's the big deal? People can learn whenever they want."

Wang Shuo has only taught children and has never taught adults.

“Dad reads, too.”

Yuanyuan drew horizontal bars on the paper. One bar was one, two bars were two, and three bars were three.

"Brother Jiahe, read with me."

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Wang Shuo did not give him much time to think and taught him the pinyin that he had just taught the child.

At first, Chen Jiahe was a little embarrassed to speak, but after reading it a few times, he got used to it.

He is very smart and has a good memory. He can remember what you teach him after just one time.

"I'm done."

Yuanyuan handed the pen in her hand to her father and leaned in his arms to listen to him reading pinyin.

When he first learned to write, he just copied others. Chen Jiahe had big hands, so it was difficult for him to hold a small pencil.

He took a piece of paper and drew the pinyin on it. He had to look at it several times before it could be engraved in his mind.

"Dad, can you write?"

Yuanyuan asked curiously, her father's pinyin writing was very neat, unlike her crooked handwriting.

"Won't…"

Chen Jiahe held the pencil tip and thought for a while, then wrote two words on the paper.

It has to be said that some people are born with talent. Even if they have never learned to write, the words they write are not ugly and you can clearly recognize what they write.

"Chen Yuanyuan? It turns out to be the "Yuan" with three water drops. I thought it was the "Yuan" with a circle." Wang Shuo recognized that he wrote Yuanyuan's name and asked curiously, "Brother Jiahe, can you write your own name?"

“I can write…”

Wang Mazi taught him how to write his name. That happened a long time ago, and he has even forgotten why he had to learn how to write his name at that time.

Later, the village sometimes issued some forms to be signed, and gradually I became more and more proficient in writing.

“Is this my name?”

Yuanyuan looked at the three complicated words on the paper, and a light flashed in her dark eyes.

Dad wrote her name very beautifully.

"I took a look at it when I registered my household registration that day."

Village chief Wang took the child to register his household registration. The person registering the child asked which Yuan the child was from.

Village chief Wang said that the circle in the Chinese character for reunion was too common, so he used the three-drop water character "Yuan", which has a good meaning and is suitable for girls.

Chen Jiahe was illiterate, but after hearing that the name had a good meaning, he agreed to use it.

"Brother Jiahe, you are so smart. It's a pity that your parents didn't let you go to school."

After Wang Shuo finished speaking, he pursed his lips again, realizing that he seemed to have mentioned something that he shouldn't have mentioned.

Before leaving, my mother told me not to mention Jiahe's parents at the Chen family. I heard that he had a miserable childhood, and I forgot about them when I was so happy.

"..."

Chen Jiahe pursed his lips and focused on the paper. He would not beautify the road he had not walked. Perhaps this might be his fate.

squeak-

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Wang Mazi came in with a strange man.

"Wow! There are so many people here? Jiahe, who do you think is back?"

"Jiahe, long time no see!"

The visitor was Wang Ziheng, who worked in the city and usually would not be able to return home until the end of the year. Recently, there was an accident in the factory and the factory had to stop production early, so he returned home first.

He and Chen Jiahe have an average relationship, but Wang Mazi insisted on dragging him here.

"What are you doing? Are you learning to write?" Wang Mazi came over and looked at the papers on the table. He picked up one of them and asked, "Did you write this?"

"Well, just write something."

Chen Jiahe was idle anyway, so it was better to learn more than wasting time.

"Brother Jiahe is learning pinyin!"

Wang Shuo patted his chest proudly, he could also be considered a little teacher.

"Jiahe, are you going to study?"

Wang Ziheng took the paper from Wang Mazi's hand and looked at it. It was written in a very neat manner.

"Just... bored..."

Chen Jiahe felt somewhat uncomfortable when being asked this question by a peer, and his hand holding the pencil head tightened unconsciously.

"That's a good thing. There's a saying that goes...right...you never stop learning. The more you learn, the more useful it will be in the future."

Wang Ziheng returned the paper to him and looked around the main room. It was much tidier than when he came last year.

"If you want to learn, come to me. I'll teach you to read tomorrow."

Wang Mazi didn't even know that he had this idea. Although he couldn't teach anything very profound, there would be no problem in teaching him to read and write.

"That's fine..."

Chen Jiahe had never thought about learning to read before, but he was tempted when he heard them say that.