Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Zheng Huaming: "Why do you think they are unwilling to make money even though they have it?"

"Master, do they always deliver small pots like this?"

Mr. Zheng: "Yes, alas, it's a pity that I can only drink it once during a holiday. It would be great if I could enjoy it with my friends!"

Zheng Huaming: "Yeah, what a pity!"

Mr. Zheng: "The New Year is coming soon. Where do you two plan to celebrate it? Will you celebrate it here or go back to Kyoto?"

Qi Xingyun: "It's the same wherever you live."

Zheng Huaming said flatteringly, "Wherever Grandfather is, I will be there. I will serve you and have no time to go back. I have sent the New Year gifts back in advance."

Mr. Zheng raised his eyebrows at him: "How come I didn't know you sent the New Year gifts back in advance? I only knew that Ah Quan came to ask if the gift list was appropriate."

Zheng Huaming said flatteringly, "I'll ask Uncle Quan to bring them back for me. We don't have to make two trips, which would cost a lot. It's not easy to make money these days."

Mr. Zheng: "I heard that your sausage gift box is sold at a sky-high price, but it is still out of stock, and the business at the restaurant has doubled. I think you make money easily.

All my old friends who love to eat have come to me to ask. They said they want to add it to the gift list as a New Year gift, what do you think? "

Qi Xingyun glanced at Zheng Huaming and said, "Grandpa, please give me a list of the people who want to get it in advance and let me handle it first."

Zheng Huaming: "We are just exploring the way ahead. We will release new products in Kyoto and various prefectures at the same time. They will be sold in limited quantities. Only those who are stupid and have a lot of money will think that they are good things. Then we will prepare to sell them freely. Grandfather, just sit back and count the money."

Mr. Zheng: "Alas, what a pity for the wine."

Qi Xingyun: "You are not a drinker, but you are still thinking about it, let alone those who are thinking about it."

"They said they got it by chance, and it's just a little bit, and once it's used up it's gone. It's still unknown whether the quality of next year's sausages will be the same as this year's."

Qingshan Village

"Daddy, go, go, let's go." The little grass girl, who was only seven or eight months old, could utter a word. The weather was too cold, so she dressed like a fat ball and wanted to go out to play.

Although Miss Grass is a soldier of the 21st century and is sometimes very opinionated, she still has a childlike innocence, and Little Fatty understands why.

Now the business of the Yang and Li families was all taught by her. It was like magic, she came up with this idea suddenly and uncontrollably.

But he is not omnipotent. Apart from occasionally giving advice, he is just like an ordinary child.

Just like now, after Simao finished writing the big characters, he went out to play with his friends. The weather was too cold, and the little grass girl was dressed like a fat ball. Simao couldn't hold her and couldn't take her with him. The little grass girl twisted into a caterpillar in Li Dashan's arms and wanted to go outside.

Now the workshop has stopped production, and the drying yard is also finished, so the house is very quiet. Children like to be lively.

There was no other way, so Yang Dashan carried his daughter out. First they went to the drying yard, where Simao and his friends from the Little Guard were counting sausages. This was their daily task, first counting, then adding, and finally subtracting. They also had to learn to read and write.

Simao: OK, come over after counting and review yesterday's words. Just write it yourself, I will check "Qingshan Village" later.

The children below, both boys and girls, were writing very seriously, surrounding a flat piece of ground that had not even been covered with sand.

This is what the village chief did when he saw Simao teaching his friends to write in the fields. It is located next to the drying yard. With Simao's consent, anyone who wants to learn can go.

The village chief meant: "Learn to write your own name, know where you live, and you won't lose your way home when you are away from home. When you pay for food or get money, you can write your own name without drawing a circle."

There is free Little Master, and it is winter, so everyone is willing to let their children learn. As for how much they can learn, it depends on their personal cultivation.

It’s no wonder that during this period, several children in the little guard team are better at counting than their parents, not to mention writing.

Now that the weather is cold, there is not much work to do in the fields. Learning math and recognizing words with children at home has become a daily routine in Qingshan Village.

"Oh, I don't remember how to write it. Let me copy it down."

"No, if Master Si says he doesn't know, then ask him to learn more. Don't pretend to know if you don't."

"My village is called Qingshan Village, and I can write the word shan."

“I can write the characters for mountain and village.”………

Voices of discussion continued to be heard from the audience. Simao stood in front of them solemnly: "Time is up, everyone stop. I just checked, the student who wrote the most words correctly was two, and the student who wrote the least was three who didn't write any."

"Who is so amazing that he got two correct?" "Who"...

The discussion started again.

Simao clapped his hands and said, "Stop, it's class time now. No discussion is allowed except for study issues. If you want to discuss, wait until after class."

The crowd immediately quieted down.

"The three characters we learned yesterday were a bit too many, so you continue to learn these three characters. If you don't know them, discuss them with each other after class. I will learn new content tomorrow."