Mei Sanniang sat next to Xue'er and handed the new word book to the child. Then Xue'er read the words according to the words above, her eyes were so firm, her expression was so focused, and she chanted cleanly: "

nation."

"guojia."

"Country." Mei Sanniang started to read it, and deliberately pronounced "country" as "ghui family."

The local accent is very strong and difficult to correct.

The son does not mind that the mother is poor. Mei Xue is a patient child and does not lose her temper. Her reading voice is very clear.

"flower"

Mei Sanniang looked at Xue'er curiously. It was the first time she was studying, and she was able to learn well. Teacher Liu Ju taught well, and she has achieved results after all.

"Xue'er, how is your life at school? Are there any classmates who bully you?"

Mei Xue shook her head. She was already very happy with the teacher and Liu Tao's presence at school. She didn't want to bring unnecessary unpleasant emotions to her mother when she returned home. She would have to worry again after she found out.

"The word for mother is leisurely." Mei Xue pointed to the words in the vocabulary book. Her little hands were like dry wood. Every time her fingers crossed the paper, it would make a harsh sound.

"Youran." Mei Sanniang started reading in a decent manner.

Mei Xue read it one by one, and Mei Sanniang followed her one by one. When they were almost done, Mei Xue asked her mother to write.

Mei Sanniang came to test Xue'er's results this time, and her reading was very standard.

"Flowers."

"Youran."

Mei Sanniang paused for five seconds every time she read, reading each word three times. When Xueer finished writing, she read the next one.

"Heavy."

After Mei Sanniang finished reading, Xueer wrote new words on the ground. Mei Sanniang looked at them one by one. Looking at the twisted words on the ground, she felt as if she had knocked over several bottles of soy sauce.

This child really thought he could read but not write, and the words he wrote were uglier than those scrawled by insects. Mei Sanniang even had to read them several times before she could figure out what they looked like.

She resisted getting angry. If it were in the past, she would really want to scold Xue'er. At this time, she always understood the nagging of her parents when she was a child. It was not that the child did not study hard, but that he really could only reach that level.

"Xue'er, what word are you writing?"

Mei Sanniang casually pointed at a character written in a mess that she didn't recognize.

Xue'er looked left and right, scratching her head in embarrassment. It was obvious that even the child herself didn't know what it was written on.

Mei Sanniang let Xue'er read it for a long time, but still couldn't pronounce the new words, so Mei Sanniang told Xue'er: "When you write, you must sit upright and write like the person you write."

"These words are all erased."

Mei Xue thought her mother was angry, so she quickly admitted her mistake.

"Mom, Xue'er will write it again. Xue'er will be able to write it a few more times."

At this time, Mei Sanniang suddenly remembered that "Qi Baishi" had written calligraphy characters when he was a child. His handwriting was crooked, so his father thought of a way and took out high-quality paper and pen and ink, so the children started practicing on it.

Character.

Therefore, Mei Sanniang did not ask Xue'er to rewrite, but gently whispered: "Xue'er, let's write slowly, stroke by stroke, maybe the effect will be much better."

Mei Sanniang knew that Xueer could write, but the word seemed difficult to describe. If she could write it slowly, there would be no such ugly words.

"Xue'er, let me give you a try."

Mei Sanniang picked up a stone and wrote the word "Mei Xue" on the ground. She painted every stroke with great strength.

Mei Xue's eyes widened as she looked at the words on the ground. Her mother's words were square and round. Each stroke and stroke had obvious thickness, straight and strong.

"Wow, mother, are you really illiterate?"

Mei Xue came closer, looked at her mother in shock, and then looked at the words. It was like a word from a dream.

"My mother must have read a lot of books when she was young! Otherwise, how could she write such beautiful handwriting?"

Mei Sanniang shook her head. She did not admit that she had read the book.

"Mom is naturally smart. If others teach me, I will be smart."

"And writing does not entirely depend on talent. It depends on talent, but the quality of writing depends on the hard work behind it."

"Xue'er, you should try it too, maybe it will look good when you write it."

"Remember, take every writing seriously."

"Words are like the person they are."

Mei Xue nodded and grabbed the writing stone beside her. She followed Mei Sanniang's example and moved her body to straighten herself. Then she held the stone tightly and carved herself on the ground.

name.

Every time I write, the writing is sonorous and powerful, as if I have used enough energy to feed myself.

"Xue'er's writing is good!" Mei Sanniang looked at Mei Xue's writing. Sure enough, some things need to be written carefully. It depends on how the child understands.

The act of writing carefully is very vague. Similarly, as long as the child understands it well, then half of the success is achieved.

"Our Xue'er is smart."

"You must have inherited the fine tradition of being a mother."

"Xue'er, you have to remember that as long as you work hard and try, even if the result is not as expected, it is worse than the worst result."

Principles are not spoken, but practiced.

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

The road is still long and long, and Xueer still has a long way to go in the future. Mei Sanniang must have experienced the hardships of being a mother.

"Xue'er, after you finish writing these words, mother will take you to have fun."

Xueer agreed immediately.

Mei Sanniang also started to draw on the ground. She still remembered playing "hopscotch" with her friends when she was a child.

First draw a bunch of large and small grids on the ground, and then follow the odd and even numbers of the grids. While moving forward, you must kick the stones into the correct grids. If you go out of bounds or jump to the wrong grid, it will be considered a failure. Exercise your foot control.

.

She gradually forgot some other fun things, but she still remembered the backgammon clearly.

Xueer became interested and started practicing calligraphy passionately.

After she finished writing, Mei Sanniang also made arrangements, and she drew many things.

I even made my own sandbags.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Mei Sanniang pointed to the hopscotch house and said, "This is a game my mother played when she was a child."

"The name is hopscotch."

"Have you finished writing?"

"It's finished." Mei Xue responded immediately and asked Mei Sanniang to check it, "Mother, come and see if what I wrote is good."

Mei Sanniang looked at it. Although the handwriting was still ugly, compared with the original handwriting, it was already very good.

"Xue'er is great and has made great progress."

"Xue'er, you have to remember that good things have to be shared. Mom gave you the games she played when you were a child, and you can give them to other friends to play."

After Mei Sanniang finished speaking, Mei Xue nodded repeatedly.

"Mother, I know."

"Good friends should share."

Mei Sanniang carefully taught Xueer how to play hopscotch, and started playing while introducing the two of them.

"Xue'er, it's my turn to dance."

Mei Sanniang stands on one foot while kicking the tiles. The middle foot of each square can only land once. The tiles or hand exercises cannot press the line or pass the line, nor can they disrupt the order of the numbers, otherwise it will be considered a foul.

Mei Sanniang and Xueer got tired of playing, so they changed to another game.

"This is backgammon. If you have five in a row, you lose."

"Mom uses wooden sticks as chess pieces, and you use stones."

Mei Sanniang took the lead in placing wooden strips on the frame, and then Xueer looked at it and put the stones on it.

"Is this true, mother?"

Xueer only listened to the rules once and understood them instantly.

Mei Sanniang nodded, "Yes, remember that if you have five in a row, you win."

The rules are very simple, but it is not easy to play. If there is no wooden stick, Mei Sanniang will go to the small tree next to it and leave a piece of it, breaking off a little bit every time to use it as a chess piece.

Xueer is very smart, she knows how to break the path, "Mom, the three chess pieces are connected in a line."

Mei Sanniang grinned, "How dare you remind me that the loser has to wash the dishes."
To be continued...