Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The family held a slightly grand celebration to celebrate Qin Yunxiao's successful "winter vacation job" experience. They lit up the colorful lanterns that had been hung a day in advance, cooked three kinds of meat, prepared wine and drinks, and extremely rarely brought their two children into the small ancestral hall at home - the hall only housed the tablet of Qin Xiuyuan's father.

Family sacrifices are memorial activities organized by the family after a family member passes away. The brother and sister are not unfamiliar with them. They were usually brought to pay their respects by their father, but this is the first time they were brought by their mother.

The protagonist of this family sacrifice is Qin Yunxiao.

Ji's father taught his grandson how to arrange the three kinds of meat, bowls, chopsticks and wine, burn incense and paper and kowtow. The pork among the three kinds of meat was the cooked piece of white meat that Qin Yunxiao brought back.

"You have to tell Grandpa who you are and what you did, and finally ask him to come to dinner."

Ji's father didn't know where his old friend's ancestral home was, or which branch of the Qin family he was from and how many generations ago - he died in a hurry, and Qin Xiuyuan himself didn't know, and there was no family tree.

"Grandpa, I'm Qin Yunxiao. I just came back from the camp. Mother had someone cook a lot of delicious food. Come and eat first!"

The three mothers each held three short incense sticks and bowed three times.

"Please bless Dad to return home safely." Qin Mingxi added seriously.

Wangshu raised his eyebrows and touched his daughter's little head. She must have learned utilitarian sacrifice from her father!

After the family sacrifice was completed, several people took away the food and the banquet officially began.

The table was full of food. Qin Yunxiao pulled his sister to cheer. There were delicious fish and meat, and the whole table was filled with fragrance.

A pair of little siblings sat in a high children's chair, with a bowl of boneless fish balls, flattened with a spoon, placed in a small bowl in front of them, and allowed to scoop them up and chew them.

When the brother and sister were born, they were about the same size, but the brother was always stronger and more aggressive. He drank milk and ate meat more fiercely. He had six teeth and could easily bite small strips of meat. The wet nurse pressed two thin pieces of beef into the bowl, and the little guy was so happy that he danced with joy, "Hey!"

The younger sister, who had four teeth, also waited for the beef strips when she saw this. The wet nurse flattened them before putting them in the bowl. She picked up the minced beef and ate it with relish.

Over there, the eldest brother and the second sister each held a large chicken leg coated with honey and roasted until golden, juicy and oozing with juice. They ate it with big mouthfuls, "Delicious!"

Xiao San had a keen nose, sniffing and watching, his finger pointing at the big chicken drumstick. Everyone turned a blind eye, even Ji's father and mother lowered their heads to drink soup and gnaw on the pig's trotter. The sister-in-law was even more powerful, eating quickly and even got a second chicken drumstick... Everyone was eating the delicious food in front of him, but he couldn't get any, so the little guy was so angry that he slammed the chair and said, "Hit me!"

The pronunciation is extremely accurate and fierce!

"The mistress is about to hit someone!"

Mother Ji praised her little grandson, "You type so clearly!"

Wangshu drank pork rib and yam soup, looking at his youngest son who was about to rebel. He was afraid that he would be so excited that he would have a bowel movement on the spot, which would affect his appetite. "Turn around and feed the meatballs."

This was even worse. The brother and sister turned their necks 90 degrees and looked back, one with a staring look in their eyes, while the other was still shouting and yelling!

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, "What a greedy little cat!"

Fortunately, Chun Yang made a bowl of short noodles with yam and minced meat soup base, which smelled delicious and finally fed the two little gluttons.

The brother and sister resumed their days of studying at home. Qin Yunxiao had fallen behind in his studies and his progress was different. Xie Xin came to give him private lessons in the morning while Mingxi practiced dancing. In the afternoon, Mingxi studied literature again. Qin Yunxiao did not practice martial arts either, but continued to study with his sister with his textbook in hand.

Lan Die rehearses her solo dance in the afternoon.

After a few days, Xie Xin reported back that Fatty was studying very hard, which made Wangshu very happy.

"Young Master Yun Xiao has been forcing himself to study hard lately."

It sounds a bit like knowing shame and then being brave.

At night, he is also willing to stay up late to wait for his sister to check his homework, and correct all the wrong questions and incorrect calculations.

That day, Wangshu specially accompanied him to the morning class. It can be seen that although he is slow to learn and his memory is not as good as a good pen, he holds the small bamboo pen and writes densely on the notebook. With this attitude, no one can blame him even if his grades are poor.

After class, he was still looking down at the various marks he had made. He was struggling with addition and subtraction within 100, and he couldn't keep up with the abacus, so the coins were scattered all over the table.

Even if it was the stupidest method, he was willing to count the coins again and again, and Wangshu applauded him.

So, at the large desk, the fat boy buried his head in counting, Wangshu sat beside him lazily with his chin propped up, watching him count, and Xie Xin prepared a handwritten version of the after-class test paper at the podium.

"Thirty minus fifteen, what is it?" The fat man looked at the notebook and began to count out thirty copper coins, "One, two, three..."

I counted and counted, but forgot halfway through and started over again. I forgot twice and still didn't count correctly in the end. I wasted half a minute.

He has trouble counting within 100 and his concentration is easily interrupted.

Wangshu's head hurt from watching this. He took out a large blank sheet of paper, took a ruler, and quickly drew a hundred squares, ten horizontally and ten vertically. He bent down to dry the paper, "Dabao, come here. From left to right, from top to bottom, help mother find the fifteenth square."

Although the squares were small, they could fit the doll's index finger. Qin Yunxiao began to count them one by one. When he reached the fifteenth square, Wangshu gave him a thumbs-up and filled in fifteen. "Then find the thirtieth square."

The honest child wanted to start counting from the first again, but Wangshu pressed his finger back to the fifteenth, "Baby, is it fifteen or thirty?"

"Thirty is bigger than fifteen."

Fortunately, there is hope.

"So, fifteen is here. Thirty is bigger than it, so it must be in front. You have already counted to fifteen, so there is no need to start from the beginning. For example, if you go to the front yard, if you want to go out, do you have to go back to your room and start again?"

The fat man seemed to understand, but Wangshu slowly pointed to number 15 and said, "This grid has a name. It's number 15. Just like the first number, number 1. You can count it ten times, a hundred times, until your hair turns white. From number 1 to here, it's still number 15. It won't change. So do you still want to start over?"

The fat man began to count down, "Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen..." He counted to thirty and did the splits again...

"Count again, you just counted twenty-seven and got to twenty-nine, but you missed twenty-eight."

He counted again and placed a dot at the end of the third line. Wangshu marked it as thirty. "So your question is, what is thirty minus fifteen? Do you know how to count now?"

The fat man shook his head.

"Where's thirty?"

Point to thirty.

"Okay, thirty minus fifteen means thirty coppers cost fifteen. Where are the thirty coppers on this chart?"

The fat man looked back at the copper coin, then at his watch, and silently typed a "?", "Mom, there are no copper coins on this watch."