"Do you know what this is going to do?"

"Grave sweeping!" the three children answered in unison.

"What is grave sweeping, what is Qingming Festival?"

Teacher Ning's next question made the three children look at each other in a glance.

Leilei looked at his aunt and uncle with his little eyes asking for advice. Meng Chencheng and Meng Chenjun seemed to have heard of somewhere and read the relevant answers from somewhere, but it seemed difficult to organize and express them in words for a while.

"You didn't ask you to recite the textbook, but you were asked to express your understanding and opinions in your heart." Ning Yunxi saw through what the children were thinking at first glance.

"That-" the little girl Meng Chencheng tried hard to think about the words, "Be very serious-"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Meng Chenjun muttered to what his sister said.

"Oh, she is talking nonsense, what are you saying?" Ning Yunxi spoke for the little girl.

The little girl was amused when she heard this, and looked at her fourth brother with a proud little brow floating: Do you dare to say that what I am talking nonsense?

Meng Chenjun thought about it and said, "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to die. I would like to ask where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance."

The fourth brother can actually recite poems? The little girl Meng Chencheng looked at Meng Chenjun's face with a startled look.

Leilei looked at the little fourth uncle who was chanting poems more like an alien: What happened to the little fourth uncle? He could recite poems? Because it was taught by aliens?

Meng Chenjun saw the two of them looking at their strange eyes and frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Fourth brother, did you recite it wrong?" the little girl asked.

Meng Chenjun's hand immediately stretched out and patted her head.

"Oh." Ning Yunxi pointed at Xiao Si's hand.

Meng Chenjun's hand shrank back: "I didn't hit her."

"You are a gentleman, Meng Chenjun." Ning Yunxi said in a serious tone.

Leilei also listened to his mother's teachings and said little head: Boys should be gentlemen.

"You have memorized your poems correctly." Teacher Ning replied, "But that was expressed by the ancients' own understanding in poems. It was not your own understanding."

Meng Chenjun's cleverness will always be like Sun Wukong unable to jump out of the palm of the Tathagata Buddha in front of Teacher Ning.

The little girl Meng Chencheng laughed loudly and pointed at her brother: "You are so funny!"

Meng Chenjun murmured in his heart that this girl didn't know what kind of laughter she had taken, so she could laugh at him like this.

Ning Yunxi patted his son's little head: "You said you think you don't have to look at your fourth uncle and aunt."

With the encouragement of my mother, Leilei told her little secret of being happy: "On Qingming Festival, I can be with my aunt, Xiao Fourth Uncle Xiaogu."

This - it turns out that the kid was going to play with his friends.

Ning Yunxi scraped his fingers on his son's little nose, and he had no intention of criticizing him. Because the child was ignorant and had not experienced social baptism, of course, he always needed guidance from adults.

"Do you still remember?" Ning Yunxi guided his son, "At that time, your little aunt, your grandfather Hou was also there, on the mountain. Grandpa Hou told you that your little aunt should not cry and sing."

After Teacher Ning said this, all the children remembered the scene of that year. It was snowing heavily, and in the snow, everyone, regardless of men, women, young and old, was hot in the cold and heavy snow, so they were not afraid of the cold.
Chapter completed!