"Brother, this..."

Brother Ning waved his hand towards him: "It's okay. Alas, this kid has been taught a bad lesson by his mother."

After saying that, he raised his foot and chased after her.

"I'm afraid there will be another quarrel when we go back." Ning Chengwen was a little worried: "Should I go and persuade him?"

"What are you going for!" Ning Xin rolled her eyes and pulled him back home.

This fool!

If the fuse himself comes forward, you are afraid that there will be no quarrel, right?

On the way home from the village entrance, I passed by the patriarch's house.

Three blue-brick and large-tiled houses with black painted front doors are unique to Dayao Village and extremely impressive.

Ning Xin, who lived in a thatched house, was so jealous that she had to drag Ning Chengwen in to have a visit.

"Just go and thank uncle for helping us separate our families."

Ning Chengwen also kept the matter of family separation in mind, so when his daughter mentioned it, he agreed.

He took out some cakes from the basket, wrapped them in oil paper, and knocked on the door of his fourth uncle's house.

The person who opened the door was an old servant with a stooped back.

This fourth uncle is also a weirdo. When he was young, he spent half of his life outside, but he had no wife or children. A few years ago, when he returned to the village, he only had an old servant by his side.

Although the courtyard is large, it is also very deserted.

Seeing the whole family being led into the main room, Fourth Uncle Yu frowned, subconsciously covered the things on the table with paper, stood up and said, "I've already divided your homes for you, so what are you doing here?"

The main room is not big, but it is neat and clean, and it is very warm.

There was a desk in the middle, with some fruits and papers scattered on it.

Originally, Ning Xin thought her home was quite nice, but compared with this place, it turned into a doghouse.

She suppressed the sadness in her heart, took the oil paper bag from Ning Chengwen's hand and ran to her fourth uncle.

"Uncle, we are here to give you a New Year gift!"

"A little thought." Ning Chengwen echoed warmly from behind.

Fourth Uncle Yu glanced at the things Ning Xin was holding, and said in a calm voice: "No, I don't need this. Take it back."

Saying this, he raised his hand to see off the guests.

Ning Chengwen was stunned and a little embarrassed.

"Uncle, where are you practicing your calligraphy?" I didn't pay attention when I was talking, and a few pieces of paper on the desk fell to the ground.

Ning Xin helped pick it up and happened to see the secret that Uncle Yu had deliberately hidden.

He is practicing calligraphy.

But it can be seen that he must have just started, and the words on the paper are so difficult to distinguish.

"No! It's just painting!" Uncle Yu became anxious.

He was obviously a decent old man, so Ning Xin didn't dare to ask any more questions, fearing that he would bite his tongue and commit suicide in shame the next second.

But Ning Chengwen doesn't have such good eyesight.

When I heard that he was practicing calligraphy, I happily took out the things in the basket one by one, then took out a thick copybook from the bottom and handed it to him like a treasure.

"I bought this for Xin'er to practice calligraphy. Let me give it to you first!"

Ning Chengwen smiled innocently and harmlessly, while Uncle Yu's old face looked like a traffic light, turning blue and white in turns.

It's over, shouldn't I be thrown out?

Just when Ning Xin was secretly worried at the side, Fourth Uncle Yu suddenly sneered.

"Can a little girl like you learn to write?" He obviously didn't look down on Ning Xin.

Good guy, you're going to give me the whole thing about boys over girls, right?

Ning Xin was also said to have a bad temper.

She pinched her waist with her small hands and shook the copybook: "I still think uncle can't learn it. Do you want to compete?"

Uncle Yu glared: "Compared to what?"

Although he didn't read much when he was young, he still knew a few words.

How can I not be better than a little girl who can’t read Chinese characters!!

"That's more than either of us will write in three days!"

Uncle Yu's blood surged and he slapped the table: "It's settled, I'll compete with you!"

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The copybook was split into two. Ning Xin raised her head proudly and pulled her father away from the patriarch's house.

There is no suspense at all in this so-called literacy competition.

Before she traveled through time, she was a high school Chinese teacher.

In the current stage of compulsory education, the literacy level of first-year primary school students is 1,200 to 1,500.

Not to mention her.

As for her fourth uncle, Ning Xin had thought about it.

It is unlikely that the clan leader is illiterate, but as far as the few strokes of characters just now are concerned, the characters he can recognize are very limited.

It's just that all traditional Chinese characters were written in ancient times, so she didn't think it was a big problem. She still had to practice writing.

"Wait until daddy teaches you!" Ning Chengwen was excited and nervous.

Xin'er is ambitious, and he, as a father, is also happy.

But what if Xin'er loses this time and doesn't want to write anymore?

No, she must win!

Ning Xin also found the right moment and began to stack the prodigy buff on herself.

That very night, child Ning Xin, a literacy prodigy, recognized and could write all the more than 100 characters on the copybook.

Ning Chengwen held the copy, which was exactly the same as the copybook, and his hands began to shake with excitement.

My daughter is a genius!

Much better than when I was a young father!

Looking at his hands that were shaking like Parkinson's disease, Ning Xin stretched out in boredom.

Sample, there will be more things that will surprise you in the future.

After practicing calligraphy, Ning Chengwen went to prepare dinner.

There was no kitchen at home, but there was a stove in the yard with a broken pot on it.

It is simply incomparable to the large, single-family yard of my fourth uncle's house.

I bought some steamed buns from the town and brought them back. Ning Chengwen cooked a small pot of sweet potato porridge to eat together.

Just when Ning Xin smelled the aroma of porridge and was about to go out to wash her hands and eat, a scream suddenly came from the yard.

"Xiaohui, what are you going to do?"

Immediately afterwards, she heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Ning Xin was stunned, pushed the door open and ran out.

The yard was in a mess.

The only broken pot in the house had leaked, and the sweet potato porridge was scattered all over the floor, still steaming on the cold winter night.

Several large white-skinned buns also fell to the ground, already stained with mud.

Ning Chengwen stared blankly at the food on the ground, twitching with distress.

These are all good things! They were just wasted like this.

He raised his head and asked the culprit: "Who asked you to steal things!"

Ning Xin followed his eyes and saw Ning Hui standing by the stove with a high air, maintaining a posture of grabbing things: "It's all bought with my family's money. If you don't give it to me, you don't want to eat it either!"

Ning Chengwen was angry: "Who asked you to come?"

"My mother." Ning Hui was finally a little scared.

His mother said that the third uncle’s house belongs to him, so why can’t he come?

Anyway, it was all bought with his father’s money! Mother said it, why can’t he take it?!

It's just a pity that pot of white rice porridge...

...and big meat buns.

He could already smell the fragrant meaty smell inside through the skin.

He took a greedy sip of saliva and squatted down to pick up the buns on the ground.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was firmly stepped on by a little foot.
Chapter completed!