Shocked, our ancestors also had to go to kindergarten

At noon, the three children didn't say anything about the simplicity of the dormitory.

An Lingrong doesn't dare to pick it, Zhou Zhiruo is considerate, and Zhengge just doesn't care.

All Qin Huan saw in his eyes was that as long as he could eat and sleep, it would be enough. He really didn't care about these external things.

After taking them to the cafeteria for afternoon tea in the afternoon, she began to tell them stories.

Since there is nothing now, she can only create it herself.

"In ancient mythology, our heaven and earth were created by a god named Pangu using a divine axe..."

Zhao Zheng, who had been a little distracted, immediately straightened his expression.

He didn't expect that this teacher actually knew the deeds of God!

Seeing that the look in Brother Zheng's eyes suddenly became extremely hot, Qin Huan felt a little panicked.

What...what happened?

Could it be that the story she told was so interesting that it won the favor of the ancestor?

Now Qin Huan became more excited in telling stories, and with his tone and actions, he was simply the best storyteller.

"Legend has it that there were no humans between heaven and earth at that time. One day, Goddess Nuwa made some little people out of mud, and from then on, humans appeared between heaven and earth..."

The three skinny cute kids had the same expression on their faces at this moment.

Shock, surprise and fascination...

“Ahem, these are all Chinese folk myths and legends, their authenticity cannot be referenced.

From a scientific point of view, these legends are just like novels, or story books, which are artificially fabricated.

So you can just listen to it as a story, don’t take it seriously…”

In fact, many Chinese people believe in myths and legends, but there is no evidence to show that era really existed.

But for many scientists, these things, like novels, are artificially fabricated.

Don’t even mention Nuwa and Pangu. As long as you want to make up something, you can easily come up with something like an octopus or aliens.

So in the absence of scientific evidence, they are false.

But, despite their ominous authenticity, they appear in the textbooks of every generation of Chinese children.

There is no generation of children who has not learned or heard these stories.

This can be said to be the content of national heritage.

Therefore, Qin Huan plans to incorporate mythological stories into his storytelling sessions in the future.

But I am also afraid that these precocious children will really believe it and start chasing after gods...

For example, their brother Zheng...

Now this is a form of prevention for her. She tells him every day that the ways of the gods are all rumors, and asks him not to believe them, to take good care of his health, and live a few more years.

Although Qin Huan said that mythological stories should not be taken seriously, the three children still listened with great interest.

Because they had never heard such a magical story.

From her narration, they seemed to see a mysterious and magnificent world.

But they have never even left their homes and have never known what the outside world is like.

Even the things here at the Master's place contained many things they had never seen before.

For example, those puppets in the cafeteria.

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a few seconds, then said, "If I learn from you, can I also create those puppets?"

Qin Huan: ………Brother, actually I am in kindergarten learning addition and subtraction within 100!

But, the truth cannot be told.

"Well, this depends on your talent. Whether you can do it depends on yourself, but we do have an introductory course here."

When the time comes, I'll give Brother Zheng some introductory courses to learn, which will be enough to keep him busy for a long time.

If that doesn't work, invite a physics teacher, a mathematics teacher, and a chemistry teacher to give lectures.

When Zhao Zheng heard that he could really learn these magical things, a serious look appeared in his eyes.

He must learn!

He will learn anything good.

"Then I will trouble you from now on, sir."

"It's my duty, it's my duty." Qin Huan smiled so happily that his eyebrows curved.

Their ancestor was really a studious and well-behaved child.

An Lingrong's small hands tightly grasped the hem of her skirt, and she did not let go even though her nails dug into her palms.

She was very panicked at the moment.

At first, I was afraid of unfamiliar places and strangers, so I felt nervous.

Now I am afraid of losing...

It is said that children from poor families grow up early. Even though she was only five years old, she already understood this truth.

Daddy is obsessed with becoming an official, but mom only has eyes for him.

No one knew how jealous and envious she was when she saw those rich girls using delicate handkerchiefs, wearing gorgeous clothes, and having their hair full of pearls and jade.

She also wanted a horde of servants, fine clothes and delicious food, and she also wanted to be able to look down on everyone.

She didn't want to be a maid who washed clothes and cooked for her parents, wore tattered clothes every day and had a dusty face forever!

If mother wasn't busy doing embroidery for father, she would have time to treat her well.

Yes, the lady said, the tuition was paid by family members.

Besides her mother, who else in the family would plan for her?

Although she was very wary of this place, she also understood that this should be her opportunity.

After all, a school where even that seemingly generous young master is willing to stay must be a very good school.

So she was in a panic, she was afraid that her mother would not be able to pay the tuition and she would be driven away.

Qin Huan noticed her uneasiness because it was too obvious.

A child who is only five years old is not very good at hiding his emotions, so it can be seen at a glance.

But she couldn't guess the reason, maybe he missed home?

After all, she is a kindergarten baby. Every baby will cry a few times when going to kindergarten. She was very brave as she didn't cry at all.

"The get out of class is about to end, you can go home later, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Zhou Zhiruo, who was still immersed in the mythological story, came back to her senses and said sweetly: "Teacher, can we meet again tomorrow?"

"Of course we can meet tomorrow. From now on, we will meet every day except holidays."

"Hehe, that's good."

Knowing that she could come again tomorrow, the little girl felt relieved, and her whole mind was thinking about how to tell her father what happened today when she got back.

She is now eager to share.

Zhao Zheng, who respected teachers, had already accepted Qin Huan at this moment, so he stood up respectfully and bowed as a student.

An Lingrong didn't know what to say, and hurriedly followed Zhao Zheng in performing some non-standard etiquette.

***

16:30 pm.

A school bus suddenly appeared in the originally empty yard.

There are only 19 seats in total, which is not very big, but it looks very technological.

It is not the traditional yellow school bus, but a cool silver with some parts of other colors.

There are no childlike paintings on the body of the bus, so it doesn't look like a school bus overall.

There is only one teacher in the kindergarten now, Qin Huan, so she thought about it and got on the bus with the three children.

"Teacher, are you going to take us home?"

Among the three children, only Zhou Zhiruo listened to her and called her teacher. The other two, more often, called her husband.