The more he boasted, the more energetic he was. Whenever he encountered a situation where one was able to improve oneself, he would always become a lot more happy.

Han Qingsong, “The children don’t have textbooks, so just buy two books for them. Two children can share a book.”

Dawang and Sanwang were seated together. On the other hand, Erwang and Maisui sat together.

Han Qingping was a little embarrassed, “The book was published and given out before, I’m afraid it’s not that easy to buy it now.”

Dawang immediately raised his eyebrows and became complacent. He then shoved his school bag into Maisui’s arms at the front table, “Since there are no books to study with, I’ll take my leave first.”

He stood up and Sanwang immediately followed, seemingly very proud.

Han Qingsong said coldly, “If you don’t have a textbook, copy it and memorise it!”

Dawang, “…”

Sanwang, “(⊙o⊙)!!”

After Han Qingsong finished speaking, he said to Han Qingping, “I will hand the children over to the teacher. If any of them do not adhere to the rules, just beat them and teach them a lesson.”

Han Qingsong left after speaking.

The four children of the Han family, “…”

Dawang was holding a pen like a sickle and his eyes are full of murderous intent. He was wasting his time in school, sitting there like a total idiot. He thought that he might as well be mowing the grass to earn some work points.

Han Qingping first introduced the disciplinary system of the school and then talked about the daily schedule, “Don’t worry, students, we have labour courses, so we won’t delay mowing the lawn. We can still mow the lawn and have a lecture at the same time.”

He talked about the contents of the first lesson of Chinese. They practised their first sentence which was a priority, “I wish the great leader M a long life!”

After reading was possible, the children would learn how to write. Writing would also start with the simplest characters.

Han Qingping saw Dawang holding a pencil in a posture of holding a sickle and a hoe, so he quickly demonstrated how to hold a pencil to make sure that the other students could follow along.

Dawang couldn’t learn that quickly, so he was so upset to the point where he almost broke his pencil.

Sanwang quickly reminded him, “Elder brother, three cents! “

If he were to break it and go home, mother would definitely scold him. And once she started yelling, a beating would be waiting for him.

He too, understood that his father would listen to his mother. If his mother was unhappy, no one in the family would be having a good time.

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On the other hand, the couple who were labelled as husband and wife were still sewing quilts. Han Qingsong finished the second bed sheet that was not finished last night as Lin Lan planned to sew a futon

The kang was so hard that she could not sleep well.

At this time, many people’s entire family would only use a single quilt. Hence, they probably never thought of making a futon either.

The original owner used to have only two quilts—one big and one small. Even so, she had probably never laid on a futon.

For a small family like Lin Lan’s to own four quilts was probably a first in the village.

She looked at her situation and put together the rest of the rags. She also included a little old cotton that was eliminated so that it could make a thin mattress.

It’s definitely not warm, but fortunately, there was no need to keep warm. It was softer and lighter than a kang.

At this time, Xiaowang led Wangwang back from the outside and the flute was tied to his back with some hemp rope. When he saw the adults sewing the quilt, the children couldn’t help but go up and roll in it.