Xiao Hua stopped crying when she was in her mother's arms. She was humming and looking at Yuan Wense's arms.

Yuan Wense still fed her daughter breast milk for a month this time. She only fed her daughter during the day and called her wet nurse at night.

So during the day, the wet nurse gave her milk, but she stopped after two sips and felt it tasted wrong. She is still crying.

Yuan Wense didn't want to continue feeding her, as this would make it inconvenient for the child to live here, because she would have to feed her many times during the day. If she had to come over too many times, the old lady would feel that she had no intention of giving her daughter to her.

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So she ignored her daughter's whirring sound in her throat and wanted to nurse. Instead, she handed her over to a wet nurse and asked her to take the baby next door to nurse.

This has stirred up a hornet's nest. Xiaohua's crying voice is so sharp that it can't even compare to the small red envelope.

The little red envelope immediately ran over to comfort Yuan Wense: "Mom, don't be angry, my sister is too ignorant. When she grows up, I will help you teach her a lesson."

Yuan Wense gently poked his son's little fat face with his finger: "Are you obedient?"

"Of course I'm obedient." Xiao Hongbao puffed up his chest before saying. Seeing his mother's eyes staring at the rice and grandma's hand holding the spoon at night, he immediately said with a guilty conscience: "I can eat by myself. Grandma let me

Da Sun eats it by himself."

The little red envelope hurried back and let the girl sit on the chair. He took a spoon and started eating dinner. The bowl of rice was half on the ground and half on the floor, but he ate deliciously every bite without stopping at all. It didn't take long for him to eat.

Finished digging the rice.

A smile appeared on the old lady's face. Sure enough, her grandson and granddaughter-in-law would educate the child. The child had only passed away one night and he was already so obedient today.

After a while, Yuan Wense took her son's hand and took him to the yard to read.

The little red envelope sighed for no reason: "Mom, my sister is so noisy, and the old lady's body can't bear such noisy, why don't we give my sister away."

Yuan Wense smiled and had someone change his clothes into a small student uniform. He and Xiaotuanzi sat in the study room. Yuan Wense casually took a piece of white paper and told him a story.

Yuan Wense asked someone to mix the colors, grind the ink, get some pens, and tell him stories while drawing.

"Once upon a time, there was a very high mountain. Compared with this high mountain, the small house our family lived in was only a little bit bigger."

As Yuan Wense talked and drew, mountains soon appeared on the rice paper. At the foot of the mountains in the distance were several farmlands and some small houses dotted here and there.

To be honest, Yuan Wense's current cultural background has reached a certain level, and the level of enlightenment for children is not something that ordinary mothers can achieve.

"There is a temple on the mountain. There are three monks, a fat monk, a thin monk, and a young monk. When the sun comes up every day, they have to go down the mountain to fetch water. How to fetch water? They have to use buckets.

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Children used to just play for fun, and it was completely blind. How could you see such a high-level performance?

His mother got the little red envelope on the first day of class.

By noon, he declared to all the elders with bright eyes: "I'm so cute, I'm studying. I still want to study in the afternoon. I miss studying even if I don't sleep."
Chapter completed!