I heard that Sangbai taught the children to read, Lu Qingyao came over the next day. He watched Sangbai teach for a while, then smiled back with his hands behind his back.

Next, people came over one after another, and every time they smiled and took a few glances before leaving. The gang made the sang bai very strange.

No matter how strange it is, books still need to be taught.

But Sangbai's progress in teaching and educating people is a bit slow. He thinks that the main reason is that these children have too poor foundations.

And he is not young anymore, and it is difficult to develop his brain.

So after learning to write each person's name, I learned the three words "you, me," and the days passed by a whole week.

Fortunately, Sang Bo has a good temperament, otherwise he would be angry with his heart attack by these stupid kids.

I taught Tomorrow, and I really became their teacher. Sang Bai probably won’t be overwhelmed in just two years.

"Brother Sangbai, give it to you!"

In the morning, Sang Bai was preparing to teach these children to write the words of parents today. Xiaofeng, who had just entered the door, took out two things from her pocket and handed them to Sang Bai.

"What...where did the eggs come from? You couldn't have taken them from your chicken pen?"

Sang Bai found the two eggs handed over by Xiaofeng and immediately said.

I originally wanted to say steal, but the word "was too ugly", so I changed it to pick it up.

When Xiaofeng heard this, she immediately said, "It was not my take, but my mother asked me to bring it to you when I went out in the morning. She said you were a gentleman and taught us how to read and learn, and these two eggs will give you some nutrition."

"Take it back to your mother, I don't like to eat this!"

Sanbai really doesn’t like eating eggs, and I don’t think there is any need to eat eggs from fellow villagers.

Eggs are not ordinary for villagers. Eggs can be exchanged for needles and threads, as small as needles and threads, to soy sauce, vinegar, oil and salt.

If he had just arrived, Sangbai wouldn't mind cooking one or two, but now he wouldn't do this.

Xiaofeng was a refreshing girl and put it directly on Sang Bai's hand: "If you give it to you, you will fall it. Anyway, if you take it back, my mother will definitely scold me."

Sangbai was a little embarrassed now, but his mind changed and he smiled and said, "Then it, everyone is eating here at noon today, so let's use these two eggs for lunch."

"Two eggs are not enough to eat." Zhuniu stared at the eggs, swallowed his saliva and said.

Sangbai said: "You can only eat eggs. Today I will show you my skills!"

“What to eat?”

"You will know at noon. Study hard and have something to eat every day after you go. Okay, I will teach you two words, father and mother this morning! You can write it to your parents when you get home."

"good!"

When I heard that there were eggs to eat at noon, the sound of a group of children answered was much higher.

I only taught two words in the morning. Half of the children can write in a mess, and it is probably good to be able to write the remaining half by themselves at the end of today.

Sang Bai went to the kitchen to prepare lunch when he asked these half-aged children to practice calligraphy on the ground.

Now there are more utensils in Sangbai's pot house, such as water scoops and basins. I don't say how it is good, but there is definitely no problem to satisfy a simple life.

And now, Sangbai has nothing to choose from for this condition, unless he can find a reason to take out the things in his space, otherwise he has to use these things honestly if he doesn't want to reveal the stuff.

When I first arrived, I hadn't eaten the noodles I brought. Today, Sangbai poured half a bag into the pottery basin, sprinkled some salt, and then scooped water with half a piece of dry gourd. While pouring water into the dough, stirring it with chopsticks.

Just wait for the noodles in the basin to become small bumps.

"Dongsheng, go and pick some vegetables for me."

"Okay!"

Chen Dongsheng immediately put down the small branch in his hand and ran back to his home to pick vegetables for Sangbai.

In less than five minutes, the kid came back, grabbed a handful of vegetables in his hand, and all with roots.

"Brother Sangbai, what are you doing?"

Chen Dongsheng thought for a while and immediately stretched out his neck and said, "It's not a broth soup, right?"

"Yo you still know this?" Sang Bo has now started the fire in the stove and the water in the pot has been burned.

Chen Dongsheng said: "Why didn't I know that my mother would do it on my breasts' birthday. My breasts like to eat this the most..."

Chen Dongsheng shouted that the few children there stopped writing, and they all surrounded the front of the pot, stretching their necks as if they were long-necked ducks.

Seeing this makes Sangbai feel a little sour.

As soon as the water is opened, put the lumps in, and directly put a large spoon of oil down, cover the pot and wait for the water to boil.

At this time, Sangbai beat two eggs into the bowl, stirred them, put them aside, washed and cut the vegetables, and the pot was also started.

Beat the egg liquid into frangipani, throw the vegetables in, and cover the pot.

After a few minutes, a pot of fragrant dumpling soup was ready.

"Get all the bowls!"

“Line in a line!”

Sang Bai happily issued a call and issued an order. The little greedy cats lined up like lightning, from small to large.

The villagers gave them all large earthen bowls, which were a bit like the big sea bowls when eating noodles outside. They were enough for two people to eat in later generations.

But now each of the five or six children has a bowl, and almost half of the pot has been killed.

Sangbai also served a bowl for himself. Of course, there is a bowl for autumn harvest. Although it is not an individual, even if it saves Sangbai's life, Sangbai cannot regard it as a livestock.

At this time, Sang Bo only felt that the whole kitchen was sucking and sucking sounds, and the group of children were just like they were escaping from the famine, focusing on the dumpling soup in his bowl.

The children eat sweet food, but the sang pine does not think it is very delicious. First of all, the flour is hard, the taste is still very thick, and the complexion is far less white than that in 40 years.

The second is that the taste is insufficient, only salt, but it is still the same kind of big salt. It is not suitable for the delicate stomach and intestines after more than 40 years!

There is no sesame oil when eating goutan soup, no old vinegar from Zhenjiang, and no one or two sugars and garlic meals. The taste is not only a little bit.

"Brother Sangbai, can I still eat half a bowl?"

"Can!"

Sang Bai stood up and served him half a bowl.

"Brother Sangbai, I want it too."

Just like that, the remaining half of the pot was gone.

Seeing that there were still people looking into the pot, Sangbai simply gave the baby what was in his bowl.

After the meal, the two girls took the initiative to wash the dishes, while Sang Bai took half of the guys to bask in the yard for a while, waiting for the girls to finish their work, and continued to teach everyone to write.

When the sun was about to set, the work was over, and the children all went back to their homes.

Sang Bai hummed a little song and took Qiuhuo out for a walk. At this time, there was no one outside. He turned and made Tao'er's mouth. Of course, the autumn harvest was indispensable.

After moving around for more than an hour, Sang Bai turned back to his residence. Before he could get home, he saw Chen Dongsheng's son coming over with Chen Liguo. He held his son's collar in one hand, and the other hand was also holding a bald broom.

It's obvious.

Chen Dongsheng was beaten by him.

"Uncle Liguo, what's wrong?" Sang Bai asked.

Chen Liguodao: "Mr. Sang, I'm sorry, this little beast doesn't know at all. Can he eat big white noodles? He said it was for the teacher to eat, so he was good..."

When Sang Bai finally understood what was going on when he heard Chen Liguo’s life, he finally understood what was going on. It was because of the noon soup that the middle-aged man cleaned up his son.

The eighteen-year-old child was beaten up.

If this matter was left decades later, the child might have fought with his father, but now there is no child who dares to do so, and he doesn't even dare to think about it.

So at this moment, Chen Dongsheng stood beside his father with his head hanging down, as if he was beaten by frost, without saying a word.

"Uncle Liguo, what's this? Isn't it just a little white flour? It's not like this. I'm a little embarrassed when you do this. After a few days, I asked the village to borrow a sled to move out the food left by my master for me. Although it's less than two or three kilograms, please save some food," Sangbai said.

In fact, Sangbai has been thinking about how to take out the food in the space these days, and now he is taking this opportunity to clarify this matter.

When Chen Liguo heard that there was food, he was stunned for a moment, and then grabbed Sang Bai's hand: "Mr. Sang, how can you teach these little bastards to read? It's a great kindness to take out your own food, this...this..."

The thin man didn't know what to say for a moment.

The village is almost out of rice and grain, so I can only eat sweet potatoes until the summer grain comes down. Now, I suddenly heard that there is grain in the mulberry cypress, Chen Liguo is naturally excited.

"This is a heavy sentence," Sang Bai said immediately.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Chen Liguo said after a while.

"No, if you have time, please help me make a sled so that the autumn harvest can be pulled. I will go to transport the grain myself," said Sangbai.

"That's too simple. I'll talk to someone to discuss this matter later," said Chen Liguo.

Sangbai said: "That's the best. I guess it's about 200 pounds, so it's better to make it stronger."

"Absolute!" Chen Liguo said.

After chatting for a few more words, Chen Liguo took his son back. Sang Bai stood in the yard and looked at it in the moonlight. He also found that Chen Liguo, who had walked less than a hundred meters, kicked up his son's butt, cursing in his mouth, and didn't know what he was scolding.

Before Sang Bai entered the yard for a while, the remaining children and parents also came one after another. It was obvious that all of these children ran away and were beaten by their parents.

This incident made Sang Bai not know how to describe his mood. In this era, when children were having dinner at the teacher's house, these parents actually dealt with their children, for fear of getting hungry for the teacher.
To be continued...