"It's going to rain."

"Nonsense, the sun is so bright."

There was a thunder, the classroom was a little chaotic, and the children were chattering again.

"Have a rest for a moment." The old scholar finished his sentence and went straight to the hut.

The children who heard these words felt as if they had been granted amnesty.

When the old scholar comes back, he will be doing everything, fighting crickets, chewing chicken legs, sleeping...not to mention how lively he is.

It's better to be lively.

He is not a pedantic person. Learning to be literate does not kill his nature.

"Sir?" Zhao Yun finally came over in confusion, standing on tiptoes in front of the desk.

"What's the matter?" The old scholar smiled gently.

"I want to learn three words."

"oh?"

"Zhao Tiezhu."

When the old scholar heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Tiezhu, that is the name of Blacksmith Zhao.

This kid is really thoughtful. On the first day he came to the private school, he wanted to bring back a surprise for his father.

If you have a heart, you have a heart, and words... are not that easy to learn.

Having said that, he still picked up the brush, dipped it skillfully in ink, and wrote down Zhao Tiezhu's name one stroke at a time, asking the boy to take it back to Blacksmith Zhao. The old man should also be happy.

long time.

Zhao Yun looked at it carefully and couldn't take his eyes away.

While watching, his little finger was still making gestures.
Chapter completed!