In the light, the body's sensations slowly appear again.

from head to foot.

Feeling his feet, Zhang Yang woke up. It seemed that something was pressing on his feet. He opened his eyes and looked down. It turned out that Zeng Xiaoniu rested his head on it.

Zhang Yang gently pulled his feet out from under Zeng Xiaoniu's head, put on straw sandals and stood up. Unexpectedly, he was pressed all night and was so numb that he almost staggered and fell down. He walked slowly around the room with his teeth for two rounds, and the numbness on his feet disappeared.

At this time, light came in through the gaps in the wooden window, and it was estimated that the sky outside was already bright.

Zhang Yang put on a sleeveless short jacket, bent down and put on burlap shorts, put on straw sandals as slippers, opened the door and walked to the yard.

The yard was quiet, and I thought He Xiaolian hadn't gotten up yet.

At this time, Zeng Dazhuang was squatting beside the large water tank, dipping his fingers into some inferior coarse salt to clean his teeth.

Zhang Yang said hello and squatted down beside Zeng Dazhuang. He picked some coarse salt from the cup under his feet, stretched it into his mouth and applied it evenly on his teeth. Some fine salt particles melted and then went into his throat, and Zhang Yang's brows were tightly frowned.

Zhang Yang sighed secretly, it was really sad to have a life without toothbrush and toothpaste.

The two cleaned their teeth with their fingers and coarse salt in a relatively silent manner.

Soon Zeng Dazhuang finished washing his teeth, picked up the scoop and rinsed a few sips of water, rubbed his mouth on the shoulder of the short jacket, and then scooped a few scoops of water into a wooden basin. While washing his face, he said to Zhang Yang: "The weed in the fields has been hoeed. It will take some more days to take care of it next time, so there is nothing wrong in the past few days."

Zhang Yang nodded, took the water scoop and rinsed the salt from his mouth. He felt much better. He looked at Zeng Dazhuang who bent down to wash his face and said, "Then from today on, I will teach Xiaoniu to read."

Zeng Dazhuang straightened up, wiped the water from his face randomly, nodded, then poured out the water from the basin, and handed the basin to Zhang Yang.

When the sun enthusiastically made the whole land a little hot, the whole village became lively again, and it was time to have breakfast.

The smoke from the chimney behind the house slowly stopped after a while.

In the room, Zeng Dazhuang and his son Zhang Yang were sitting around the dining table, looking at the five dishes on the table, waiting for He Xiaolian to bring the rice in.

He Xiaolian walked in with a steaming basin of rice, first served Zhang Yang a large bowl of rice, and then a very enthusiastic smile appeared on his fat face and said, "Eat more meals, it's nothing to do these days. Xiao An, you'll have to teach Xiao Niu more. I want to take Xiao Niu back to my parents' home in a few days."

Zhang Yang understood what He Xiaolian meant. Although his original intention was not the case, if he could satisfy He Xiaolian's vanity, then this matter was still good. So Zhang Yang took the bowl calmly and said, "Aunt Xiaolian is so at ease, I will definitely not disappoint you."

After receiving Zhang Yang's affirmative answer, He Xiaolian smiled happily and handed Zeng Dazhuang another large bowl of rice. Seeing Zeng Dazhuang sitting there steadily, her dark face was calm, she knew that Zeng Dazhuang had probably said this earlier.

So he smiled again and said, "Eat, eat."

After a lot of food and tea, Zeng Dazhuang and He Xiaolian went where they went.

Zhang Yang sat on the square stone, holding the branches folded from the poplar tree behind him in his hand, looking at Zeng Xiaoniu sitting on a stool in front of him, and began the first study and teaching of each other in their lives.

Zhang Yang stroked a stroke on the soil under his feet, then stroked it again, and pointed to the word and told Zeng Xiaoniu: "No fear, this is the first word I taught you, pronounce 'man'."

Zeng Xiaoniu whispered to Zhang Yang: "Man".

Zhang Yang said again: "Man is a person like you and me. The reason why the word "man" is written like this is because it is written based on the image of a person. People must stand with their legs, their heads must be straight and their waists must be straight, so that they can be called human."

Zeng Xiaoniu nodded, then looked for a branch and wrote it on the ground, feeling overjoyed. Zhang Yang smiled slightly when he saw this, touched Zeng Xiaoniu's bare head in front of his bun, encouraged Zeng Xiaoniu a few words, and asked Zeng Xiaoniu to write it a few more times until Zeng Xiaoniu could remember this word.

Then he used a wooden board to scrape off all the traces of the characters written on the ground, and wrote the word Zeng on the ground, saying: "This word is pronounced 'Zeng', which is your surname."

When Zeng Xiaoniu heard the words that were related to him, he couldn't help but stared at the word on the ground curiously.

Outside the yard, Zeng Dazhuang and He Xiaolian were squatting outside the wall made of mud. The two turned their heads and listened to Zhang Yang in the yard teaching Zeng Xiaoniu. They looked at each other, and their faces were filled with joyful smiles.

After listening to the voice inside for a while, they confirmed Zhang Yangshu's intentions. Zeng Xiaoniu also learned them. Zeng Dazhuang pushed He Xiaolian, and the two walked away quietly.

During the whole day, except for a lunch meal, Zhang Yang taught Zeng Xiaoniu for the rest of the time. Zeng Dazhuang and He Xiaolian saw it and remembered it in their hearts, so the meal at night became a little more luster.

After dinner and showering, the whole village was shrouded in the night.

Zeng Dazhuang called Zeng Xiaoniu to his room. He hugged his son, put it on his knees and asked with a smile: "What did the sir teach you today?"

Zeng Xiaoniu sat on Zeng Dazhuang's thighs, shaking his legs, and his big black eyes turned around twice, and then said seriously: "Mr. I taught me ten words today. The first one is a human. The second one is my last name. Zeng. The eight words behind are all numbers used for counting."

He Xiaolian asked from the side, "Do you remember it?"

Zeng Xiaoniu nodded seriously and said affirmatively: "I remember everything."

Zeng Dazhuang laughed loudly, kissed Zeng Xiaoniu's naked forehead, and said, "My son is smart and may be able to be a gentleman in the future."

Zeng Xiaoniu smiled embarrassedly when he heard this.

Seeing Zeng Xiaoniu twisting on Zeng Dazhuang's legs, He smiled and said, "Look, I'm sorry."

Zeng Dazhuang smiled even happier. Seeing the rare happy smile on his father's dark face and the fat mother's face, Zeng Xiaoniu also laughed.

The laughter of the three people came out of the crack of the window and door, and entered the room next door, and into Zhang Yang's ears lying on the bed. Zhang Yang closed his eyes and a very satisfied smile spread to the corner of his mouth.

The next day, because he was praised by his father and mother for being extremely exaggerated, Zeng Xiaoniu was extremely motivated to learn, and he looked like a SpongeBob SquarePants who was eager to absorb knowledge.

Since Zeng Xiaoniu is so attentive to his studies, Zhang Yang is more serious in teaching.
Chapter completed!