Dressed as a cute kid with a farm: Pick up a brother to farm

"Yaoyao?"

Meng Huaishao looked at her in confusion.

"This is Yaoyao's wish, we need to stamp it!"

Ye Yaoyao said as a matter of course.

These words made Meng Huaishao and the people around him laugh and cry.

"Xiao Yaoyao still knows how to stamp?"

"Of course I know!"

Ye Yaoyao waved her hand: "You have to stamp your own wish! Otherwise, what if God makes a mistake?"

"Hahaha~"

A piece of childish talk made everyone laugh.

But that's not a problem.

The problem is, there are quite a few children around!

They love to play, but unfortunately they can't write, so they can only watch others write. After writing, they play with it by pulling or waving it, but they don't play with it by stamping it.

For a moment, the inkstone on the table was instantly targeted by the dolls.

Niu Hongcai, feeling himself to be in the center of such scorching gazes, could not help but shiver.

His hair stood on end and he subconsciously covered the inkstone.

Seeing this, the children looked away with regret.

The village chief's eldest grandson is not only older than them, but he is also educated!

The combination of these two reasons made them dare not act rashly, and they could only secretly regret why they didn’t think of this idea earlier?

Ye Yaoyao had no idea that she almost brought out a large group of naughty kids, and she was still happily admiring her masterpiece.

Meng Huaishao wiped her hands helplessly and went to write on his red silk.

Of course, just wipe it dry to avoid getting ink everywhere. It is not realistic to wipe it clean directly.

Ye Yaoyao's hands are still black.

Meng Huaishao took a piece of silk and spread it out flat on the table beside him. After pondering for a long time, he carefully wrote down his wish.

"I hope Yaoyao can grow up happily and safely!"

After writing it, he put it away carefully, then took Ye Yaoyao to hang the red silk.

There are many places to hang red silk, you can hang it on a big banyan tree or on a red rope.

Ye Yaoyao really wanted to hang on the tip of the banyan tree, but there were many people around, so she followed Meng Huaishao and hung the red silk in the middle of a red rope.

There are already a lot of red silks around.

Some are hung to create scenery and atmosphere, and some are the wishes made by the villagers.

She sat on Meng Huaishao's shoulders, and the red silk around her kept swaying, forcing her to use her hands to push it away.

"Brother! This way!"

Ye Yaoyao chose a location and guided Meng Huaishao over.

She hung up the red silk with her wishes written on it, and the small handprints on it fluttered in the evening breeze.

The bright moonlight shines down, illuminating the two dolls, painting a picture of a peaceful and tranquil life.

They played for a long time until they were tired and then went home to rest.

After the New Year, life returned to its normal routine.

But in addition to farming, cooking and exercising, there is also hunting in the mountains. Ye Yaoyao and Meng Huaishao have added another activity to their daily lives.

That is: study and read.

Because she had a foundation, Ye Yaoyao learned to read very quickly.

But most of the books here are in classical Chinese, so apart from her speed in recognizing words, her advantages are infinitely limited.

Fortunately, she had done quite well in Chinese in high school. Although these classical Chinese texts were difficult to understand, after reading them for a dozen or twenty minutes, she was able to understand a few sentences.

Although, there may be some deviation in understanding.

But the problem is that Meng Huaishao has only been enlightened and cannot explain the article.

For some articles, his understanding is not even as good as Ye Yaoyao's.

It is also because of this daily teaching and learning that Meng Huaishao deeply realized his own shortcomings.

If he didn't go to private school, he would probably be beyond teaching Ye Yaoyao.

Now, he just had to grit his teeth and teach Ye Yaoyao to read.

I dare not explain!

He was afraid of misleading his students.

"You must go to a private school!"

Once this idea takes root, it is difficult to eradicate.

But he didn't say anything, he just silently put it into his goal plan.

Yaoyao is still young.

Perhaps, he should work harder to save some money, and send Ye Yaoyao to a girls' school when she grows up.

Of course, he himself must go to a private school!

Otherwise, it would be tragic if he couldn’t understand what Ye Yaoyao said in the future!

"elder brother?"

Ye Yaoyao held a copy of the Book of Songs[Note 1] in her hands and waved it in front of Meng Huaishao’s eyes.

Meng Huaishao came back to his senses, looked at the baby who was obviously much calmer, and curled the corners of his lips slightly.

"What's wrong? Yaoyao?"

"Brother, I don't want to watch it anymore."

Ye Yaoyao pouted, her chubby cheeks were puffy, making her look particularly cute.

Meng Huaishao: “…”

What did he just say?

Quiet?

It's okay, it's still quiet, I just don't feel like reading anymore...

"What does Yaoyao want to do?"

Meng Huaishao asked patiently.

He has always been very patient with Ye Yaoyao.

Except when he transforms into a wild monkey!

"Brother, read it!"

Ye Yaoyao handed the book to Meng Huaishao with a well-behaved look on her face.

"it is good!"

Meng Huaishao took over the Book of Songs. The book was open, and printed on it was the Guanju [Note 2].

"The orioles are singing on the island in the river. The beautiful lady is the ideal match for the gentleman..."[Note 3]

Meng Huaishao did not refuse. He took the book and began to recite softly.

Ye Yaoyao listened to "Guanju" and smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

This kind of poem where someone praises how pretty I am and praises me in such a cultured way, I really want to listen to it eight hundred times!

As for the real meaning, what does it mean to have anything to do with a baby?

She just needs to know that this poem is beautiful!

that's enough!

Meng Huaishao didn’t know the meaning of “Guanju”, he just thought, since Xiao Yaoyao liked it, then just recite it!

What can a child understand?

Well - he doesn't understand either, he's just reciting nonsense.

The sound of Lang Lang reciting poetry has gradually become part of their daily life.

Meng Huaishao was thinking about the future, and Ye Yaoyao was also thinking about making money.

Their thatched hut, after having accompanied them through a winter, had become even more outdated.

Although they can rest in the farm space during the winter, it is not a long-term solution.

If conditions permit, it would be better to build another house.

The village wall has been repaired and the ancestral hall is now being expanded.

By the time the ancestral hall was built, it was almost the busy farming season.

If they can earn enough money to repair the house during this period, they can build a new house during the slack season.

Even if it is impossible to build a big house, the roof, doors and windows still need to be renovated.

Ye Yaoyao also hopes to contribute to her family.

So, she wants to make money!

Although her ideas were completely different from Meng Huaishao's, they ultimately reached the same conclusion.

"Hey~"

Ye Yaoyao was helpless. Why wasn’t she a business genius?

Otherwise, wouldn't it be possible to earn millions of taels of silver in minutes?

Wait, business?

[Note 1]: The Book of Songs is the first collection of poetry in the history of Chinese literature, containing 305 poems from the early Western Zhou Dynasty to the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period.

[Note 2]: "Guanju": from "The Book of Songs".

[Note 3]: From: The Book of Songs: Guanju: Guanju, Guanju, on the island in the river. A beautiful lady, a gentleman's ideal match. The water chestnuts are swaying around. A beautiful lady, I seek her day and night. I cannot find her, I think of her day and night. I am so carefree, I toss and turn. The water chestnuts are swaying around. A beautiful lady, I am her friend. The water chestnuts are swaying around. A beautiful lady, I enjoy the music of bells and drums.