Chapter 11

Ning Mengyao looked at the words written by Lin ER and Xiao Mu, and nodded slightly: "it's very well written, but it needs more practice, and other children who can't write don't need to be disappointed. You just learned to write, and the two words before you can write are very good. Next we will talk about..."

When Ning Mengyao was lecturing, some villagers secretly stood outside and listened to her. They praised their children for their good words. Their faces were full of joy.

After explaining the first sentence of the Three Character Classic, I taught some simple arithmetic, and it was already noon.

"Well, you can go back. I don't need to come in the afternoon, but I have homework. I'll practice the words I taught today. I'll check them tomorrow morning." Ningmengyao only teaches in the morning every day. In the afternoon, she will not have her own things to do. It is impossible to spend all her energy on these children.

"I know sister Mengyao." The children are happy to hold the book and prepare to leave. Before leaving, Ning Mengyao stops them and asks them to take the sandbox back. Just remember to bring it the next day. Watching the children leave, Ning Mengyao put all the tables and chairs back in the room beside her, so she went to the kitchen to cook.

After the child came home, after eating, he took the sandbox and began to practice calligraphy. If he couldn't write the last word, he took out the book and began to write according to the strokes and paintings on it. It was strange at the beginning, and he could read the book slowly, though only a few sentences.

The villagers looked at their children so seriously, learned so many things in the morning, and their faces were full of surprise smile. For them, learning to read is a long-term thing, but this morning, they learned several words, how can they not surprise them?

In the following days, every day, the children go to ningmengyao's home to study. When they come back in the afternoon, they practice themselves. They have a five-day rest for two days. In the two days of rest, ningmengyao takes the children to play games or read books by the stream.

In a blink of an eye, a month later, many villagers find that their children are sensible, know filial piety to their elders, know more words, and they will settle accounts.

All of these surprises everyone, and they are even better to ningmengyao. The first thing they think about at home is ningmengyao.

So that, the vegetables, fruits and fruits of ningmengyao's family are never lacking. Even the mushrooms on the mountain are sent by many villagers. If they can't finish eating, they will be dried and stored.

In this period of time, because ningmengyao wanted to teach and didn't embroider the screen, ningmengyao took advantage of the children's going home and moved the embroidery frame outside. She had just embroidered for a while, and Yang Xiuer, who hadn't seen for a long time, came here with something to embroider.

Seeing the screen in front of Ning Mengyao, Yang Xiuer's eyes were all bright.

Under the consciousness of put on the screen above gently stroked, that above array many are she did not see again.

Envy at the same time, the heart and some anger, the consciousness of his hands to grasp the embroidered cloth, looking at the suddenly wrinkled embroidered cloth, Ning Mengyao eyebrows gently wrinkled: "let go."

The cold voice made Yang Xiu'er shiver subconsciously. Looking up, she saw a pair of deep eyes. The eyes were cold, just like eating her.

"Then I I didn't mean to. Mengyao, can you teach me such a needle technique? It's beautiful. " Yang Xiuer's eyes are full of expectations.

"No, needles can't be passed out." Ning Mengyao saw it, and Yang Xiuer opened her mouth with a light look.

"Aren't we friends? How is it an outside pass? Mengyao, you agree, please. " Yang Xiuer looks at Ning Mengyao begging.

As long as she learns this kind of needlework, what worries her?

Ning Mengyao stopped for a moment, glanced at Yang Xiuer lightly, and she couldn't do any more embroidery. She moved the embroidery frame into the house, and Ning Mengyao began to tidy up her vegetable field.

"Why don't you embroider?" Yang Xiuer asked subconsciously, she still wants to steal her teacher.

Left her a look, Ning Mengyao light mouth: "too noisy."

Simple three words, let Yang Xiuer almost spit blood, she is in disdain oneself?

"Mengyao you......"

"Yao Yao, I've come to see you." Before Yang Xiuer said anything, she heard Yang Lele's voice coming from outside.

Hearing this voice, Yang Xiuer can't hate it. If it wasn't for Yang Lele, how could she not have done anything before? Not only didn't make ningmengyao's reputation worse, but also let her be loved by people in this Baishan village.