There is a treasure in the 60's family [MTL]

Chapter 4 System

"Fifth brother, fourth brother, wait for me, I'm going too...", it's summer again, in the evening, the villagers of Xiangfu Village are blowing the wind by the river, and the boys are stripped naked and splashing into the water like dumplings.

Song Baozhu wore a skirt that Wang Guifang specially changed for her to be extremely cool, and grabbed stones with her village friends in the shade of the trees in the barnyard.

Among the dark and thin little girls in the circle, she is not to mention how conspicuous she is. The skin is milky and white, with a pair of black grape-like eyes, a small and delicate nose and a meaty little mouth, like a white fat rice ball mixed into a black walnut.

The villagers of Xiangfu Village used to scoff at Wang Guifang's boasting that her daughter was a fairy who descended to earth, but as the girl grew older and better-looking, most people agreed with this statement, this child is really outstanding. And the temperament is pleasing, the mouth is particularly sweet, when I see people, I call uncles, aunts, grandparents, and every time I walk around the village, I will always get some small snacks.

There are no good things, sometimes just a handful of dried sweet potatoes, or a few mulberries that have just been picked, but this is already the best thing for the villagers who are barely fed.

So Song Baozhu especially likes Xiangfu Village, in her eyes, Xiangfu Village is full of good people.

She saw that the fifth brother Song Zhizhong and the fourth brother Song Zhibei were running to the river naked, and immediately stood up and shouted in a small voice.

Song Zhizhong and Song Zhibei stood helplessly.

Song Baozhu ran up to them with a sneer, blinking at them pitifully with big watery eyes.

Who can stand it if she looks at it like this. The two of them stubbornly said: "Baozhu, Mom won't let you go into the water, the river is dangerous, what if something happens to you?"

Song Baozhu was about to say that nothing would happen to her, when a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in her head: "Host, you haven't finished your learning progress today, if you don't finish it before twelve o'clock, I will punish you again."

Song Baozhu withered when he heard this.

This strange voice suddenly appeared in her mind half a month ago, saying that it came from the learning system of the cosmic calendar for six thousand years, assisting in supervising the host's learning.

Song Baozhu was so frightened when she heard it at first that she cried, at that time she had just pestered her eldest brother and second brother to finish telling a ghost story, but she didn't expect to be a ghost so soon.

Later, after the system repeatedly explained, she learned that it was not a ghost, although she couldn't understand what it was, but she was forced to learn it a few times, and this was the teacher who taught her to read and write.

The teacher knew that there was a school in Shuisha Village next door, and there were educated youth children in several nearby villages who were literate in it. She was not yet six years old, so she had not yet entered school, so she was curious to follow her friends from the same village to see it once.

Adults say to be respectful to teachers.

So after Wang Baozhu knew that the voice in his head was the teacher, he listened to it very much and obediently followed it to learn the course. It's just that once she followed the fourth brother and the fifth brother to smoke the spinning top, and she forgot to play, and after the system prompted, she deliberately closed her ears and pretended not to hear. 

She was punished by the system in the middle of the night that night, and she was sleeping soundly next to her mother, when suddenly a piercing pain made her scream, and then convulsed all over.

At that time, Wang Guifang was so scared that she cried, Song Dezhu got up and ran to the health center with her on his back, and everyone in the Song family stayed up for most of the night that night.

Song Baozhu couldn't say the existence of the system. This time she was completely scared, and seeing that her family was so worried, she didn't dare to be lazy anymore, and she dared to come out to play after completing the systematic study every day.

She pouted pitifully, "Fourth brother, fifth brother, go play, I'll go home." "She's going home to read and read.

Song Zhibei saw that she was so pitiful, and he was so distressed that he didn't know what to do, "Zhuzhu, let's not go to the river, the fourth brother will take you to the river, and you will come back when you step on the water, okay?"

Song Baozhu was very moved, but she couldn't.

She sighed abruptly like a little adult: "No, you guys go." In the end, Wang Guifang advised: "Don't play for a long time and go home."

Song Zhizhong touched his sister's fleshy face: "I know, I still use your little advice."

Song Baozhu waved his hand, "Go quickly, I'm going home."

Song Zhizhong and Song Zhibei watched her go in the direction of home, and then they were relieved to go down the river.

Song Baozhu walked home on her short legs, and met many people along the way, and she greeted each one sweetly with a pair of big eyes.

"Third grandma, will you use me to help you thread the needle and thread today?"

"Aunt Wu, your hair is very beautiful today."

"Uncle Li, carry water again."

Everyone who was greeted by her sweetly was very happy, and they were very embarrassed to touch the lack of snacks on their bodies.

Song Baozhu walked all the way to greet the people in the village, occasionally chatting a few words, feeling busier than the national leader. Just walked to the house of the third uncle Song Deqiang.

The third aunt, Ma Xianglan, was washing sweet potatoes at the door of her house, and it seemed that she had steamed them at night and eaten them.

Song Baozhu walked up to Ma Xianglan with her little hands behind her back, and exclaimed with her mouth open: "Third aunt, why are you so good-looking today?"

Ma Xianglan wanted to keep a straight face but couldn't do it, she had a bad relationship with Wang Guifang, but she couldn't be hard-hearted about this little thing.

Since Song Baozhu can run and talk, every time she sees her, she is so affectionate, and people like Ma Xianglan unconsciously coax her to make some small snacks. After that, she had to comfort herself with a hard mouth, it was her generosity, and what did she care about with a child.

Ma Xianglan forcibly suppressed her smile and deliberately coaxed her: "Go and go, you little girl will be flamboyant, do you think that the third aunt is someone else in the village, and I will not be able to find the north if I am coaxed by your sweet words?"

Song Baozhu didn't take it to heart, she knew that Ma Xianglan didn't really hate her. She seems to have a keen intuition about the kindness and malice of others.

She tilted her head and said very seriously: "Third aunt, I didn't coax you, what I said is true." Third aunt, you are so good-looking.

Ma Xianglan is indeed good-looking, but Song Baozhu's tone praised her from three points to ten points.

She couldn't help laughing anymore, and nodded Song Baozhu's forehead: "I'm afraid of you, wait." He turned around and entered the house, and after a while, he came out and handed Song Baozhu a piece of candy.

"Eat." The little mouth is so sweet, it should be tasted sweet.

Song Baozhu took it happily, peeled off the candy paper and handed it to Ma Xianglan: "Third aunt, half of us."

"If you give it to you, you can eat it, and be polite to me."

Song Baozhu shook his head firmly.

Ma Xianglan knows her character, and if she doesn't do it, this child won't give up. She had no choice but to take it, cut a fruit candy in half with a knife, and fed the other half to Song Hongya, who was learning to do needlework. Song Hongya bent her eyes at Song Baozhu.

Song Baozhu said a few more words to her cousin Song Hongya, and then walked home.

"Mommy, Mommy..."

"I'm here." , Wang Guifang was tidying up the house in the house, and heard Song Baozhu's crisp voice hurriedly responding.

Song Baozhu followed the voice into the room and walked to Wang Guifang, who was leaning over to sweep the floor, "Mom, open your mouth."

Without waiting for Wang Guifang to ask, Song Baozhu stuffed half a piece of sugar into her mouth. Wang Guifang tasted the sweetness and wanted to spit it out, but Song Baozhu covered her mouth.

"Okay, okay, mom eat, mom eats." Wang Guifang simply sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Wang Baozhu into his arms, "Who gave it to you?"

"Third aunt." , Song Baozhu asked Wang Guifang: "Mom, is it delicious?"

Wang Guifang said: "It's delicious, what I gave me with Zhuzhu is better than anything else." She touched Song Baozhu's fleshy little hand, patted her back again, and kissed her on the forehead, and then said, "Go play, Mom is still busy."

Song Baozhu nodded, obediently went out of the house and sat on a bamboo chair specially made for her by Song Dezhu. Wang Guifang looked at her daughter like a little fairy child, and her heart was so soft that she was in a mess.

Then it was a little funny, every time Ma Xianglan saw her, she had to hold back her strength openly and secretly, but she was planted in the hands of this girl. So stingy and not enough people to take advantage of the door were willing to give her Baozhu things every time, and this time they even gave such precious fruit candy.

Song Baozhu sat on a chair with a notebook and a pen to write and draw. This is what she begged Song Dezhu to buy after the system required her to study every day.

The adults thought she was curious to watch the other children in the village learn, so they didn't care.

When it was getting dark, Song Dezhu came back with his eldest and third sons, and in order to earn work, they chose to repair the ditch in the village, fearing that the summer flood would drain the embankment.

"Dad, eldest brother, second brother, third brother."

Song Baozhu had just finished learning the courses required by the system, and he saw his father and three older brothers.

Listening to her sweet voice, it seems that the fatigue of the whole body has been reduced a little. Song Dezhu washed his hands and picked up Song Baozhu and lifted it high.

Song Baozhu burst into laughter.

"Dad, you're back, wash your hands and eat." Out of the kitchen came a girl in her twenties with big braids, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

She is Song Zhidong's new daughter-in-law who just passed the door last year, called Qian Xiao'e.

After washing their hands, the family moved the table to the courtyard, the courtyard door was open, and the river breeze not far away was very comfortable.

Dinner was not as good as during the day, a pot of corn porridge that was not too thick, and then two large pots of sweet potatoes, a bowl of homemade bean paste, a plate of cold shredded potatoes, and a plate of wild vegetables.

Only Song Baozhu had a bowl of white rice porridge alone, and boiled a white and chubby egg.

Song Baozhu poured a little bit of the white porridge in the bowl for everyone on the table, and only then did he drink the remaining half.

She smacked her lips and said to the system in her heart: "White rice porridge is really delicious, if only I could eat rice every day."

"As long as the host works hard to learn crop science, it can increase rice yields, and it is not impossible to eat white rice every day." , the mechanical sound was stunned by it to bring out the temptation of the wolf grandmother to coax the little white rabbit.

Song Baozhu's eyes lit up and he asked in surprise, "Really?!" Can we eat rice for our parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law? 

The system said, "Really, if the host can learn the crop cultivation of the cosmic calendar, not only can you let the whole family eat rice, but even the whole village can eat rice." 

It just left the factory and accidentally fell here, and there was no teaching experience before, and in the communication with Song Baozhu, it learned how to communicate with children without a teacher. If you want children to fall in love with learning, forcing them is the best policy, and mentioning children's interest in learning is the best policy