Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 372 I'm Really Not Used To It (Second)

I borrowed this traditional Chinese version for reference, so that I can quickly memorize these words.

For the next few days, she would go to Luo Fengtang every day.

Come and visit the wounded soldier and change his dressing.

Second, teach Luo Fengtang to read.

Teach him ten words on the first day.

There is no Hanyu Pinyin, it is purely rote memorization.

Take a burning stick and write it on the ground, stroke by stroke, to show him.

He originally thought that these ten words would be enough for him to learn for several days.

Unexpectedly, this kid's thinking is quick.

Her memory and ability to accept are far beyond her expectations.

Those words, teach them once, he will recognize them.

Write it once, and he can imitate it.

Although he was writing for the first time, his big hands used to holding bows, arrows and hatchets were not very good at holding pens.

Writing is a bit slow.

However, work slowly and work hard.

The words written are inseparable.

Practice a few more times until he has mastered the skills of holding a pen.

That speed is up.

The words are also well-written.

The next day, she taught him fifteen words.

On the third day, she taught him another twenty words...

He took all the bills.

Not only did she memorize the words that were handed to her, but she also wrote them.

For such a high IQ student who is willing to work hard.

Yang Ruoqing is really 'rejoiced'!

It's a pity that he was born at an untimely time. If he was born in modern times, Peking University and Tsinghua University, you can enter freely!

Lao Yangtou and Yang Huamei returned to the village on the fourth day.

They came back together with Wang Shuanzi and his party.

When a group of people entered the village entrance in a mighty manner, it was noon, and every household was cooking.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang are cutting cedar trees in the mountain.

Ning Su, who was recuperating at home, entrusted the care of Blacksmith Luo and Xiaoyu.

Today, they brought dry food and water, and planned to work hard for a day.

Luo Fengtang swings the axe and chops down cedar trees there.

The sleeves were rolled up to the crook of the arm, and the muscles on the exposed arm were strong and even.

With every swing of the axe, tight and smooth lines are drawn.

With the splash of sawdust, the four-meter-high fir tree made a crisp snapping sound and slowly tilted down.

Yang Ruoqing grabbed one end of the rope and pulled hard as she stepped back.

The other end of the rope is wrapped around the fir tree.

One for cutting, one for pulling.

In the early morning, the two cooperated properly and fell down ten cedar trees in one go.

Luo Fengtang cut off the branches of the fallen cedar trees on the spot.

Only a straight and sturdy tree body is left in the middle.

Yang Ruoqing tied the cut branches and the hard leaves of the fir trees together.

These were brought back to dry and folded into hard wood.

A firewood target is thrown into the stove, and the fire can manage several loose hairs!

When they were almost finished, the two washed their hands in the nearby gutter.

Sitting on the grass and basking in the sun to rest.

Yang Ruoqing took out the dry food she brought, which were a few corn pancakes.

Handed two to Luo Fengtang.

Taking another bite, he couldn't help but jokingly said:

"It's cold and hard, and it takes iron teeth and copper teeth to bite it!"

Luo Fengtang smiled.

"If it's too hard, don't eat it, I'll make you something good to eat!" he said.

Her eyes lit up immediately: "What good stuff?"

He smiled and took out two round things from his arms.

"Yeah, sweet potato!"

She was happy.

I also have sweet potatoes at home, why didn't I think of bringing sweet potatoes here!

This brain can't turn him around!

Luo Fengtang said: "Let's roast sweet potatoes to eat!"

"Okay, okay!" She patted her hand.

The two took materials on the spot and dug a hole in the ground.

Bury the sweet potatoes and cover with a thin layer of soil.

Get some dry wood to cover it with a vented arch in the middle.

The fire was lit with flint and the dry wood was ignited.

He squatted there to start the fire, and she stretched out her hands and baked the fire.

Warm, not cold at all.

"Ning Su's injury is almost recovered? When is he going to go to Yicheng Mansion?"

While waiting for the sweet potatoes to cook, she asked him.

Luo Fengtang said: "He plans to leave early tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" She pondered.

"We're going to deliver tofu tomorrow, and this ox cart will be used for another day with Uncle Daniel's."

"Drop by the town, just to give him a ride," she said.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

When the soil underneath was charred and cracked, Luo Fengtang put out the fire.

Peel off the soil on top and take out the steaming sweet potato inside.

The skin of the sweet potato was blackened in some places, revealing cracks.

In some places, the skin was rolled over, revealing the golden-yellow sweet potato flesh inside.

Luo Fengtang broke apart a piece, and the fragrant and sweet smell rushed to his face.

Yang Ruoqing's saliva was almost hooked!

Seeing her sticking her head out, she scratched her ears and cheeks anxiously.

He laughed.

"Don't worry, the sweet potato is hot inside!"

He carefully tore off strips of sweet potato skins.

"It's so hot, you'll peel it later," she reminded.

He smiled and shook his head.

I can't wait, a certain little girl is scratching her head with greed.

Soon, he pinched a small piece of sweet potato flesh and blew it a little cooler.

to her mouth.

"This is not hot, you can eat it."

he said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her mouth and wrapped the sweet potato meat he handed over.

"Is it delicious?"

he asked, with a smile in his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing's cheeks were bulging, and she nodded again and again.

He let out a pleasant laugh, turned his head away, pinched, and blew.

A half-pound sweet potato was pinched by him and fed into her mouth.

"Fragrant and soft, sweet and delicious!"

She licked the corner of her mouth with a look of endless aftertaste.

He laughed, and fished the other one out of the soil and peeled it there.

The sound of tearing and pulling is very rhythmic.

Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and leaned over: "I want to peel it too!"

He said, "It's hot."

"Then why aren't you afraid?" she asked.

"I'm rough-skinned and thick-skinned," he said.

She chuckled and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Do you think you are a thousand-year-old pigskin?"

She jokingly took the sweet potato from him.

After a period of cooling, the surface temperature is still a little hot.

However, it is within the acceptable range.

She was thinking that the one he just peeled off must be hotter.

Following his example, she also peeled off the skin of the sweet potato.

Then, he pinched a piece of fragrant sweet potato flesh and handed it to his mouth.

"Open your mouth!"

She smiled.

Luo Fengtang was surprised.

"I'm not hungry, Qing'er, eat by yourself." He said.

"My stomach is bursting, hurry up, open your mouth, ah..."

His face flushed and his head tilted to the side.

It's really unaccustomed to being fed.

"Why is this student so disobedient? Is it intentional to make the teacher's old arm sore?"

She lowered her face deliberately and asked.

Luo Fengtang laughed dumbly.

She opened her mouth to catch the sweet potato meat she fed.

(End of this chapter)