"this…"

Zhao Yuanle felt that the meaning of these words was a bit coincidental.

She personally feels that those people really like to follow evil ways, do not follow martial ethics, and like to burn, kill and plunder.

When Yao'er saw that Zhao Yuanle didn't continue, he stopped asking.

"Well, I'll understand it when I learn more."

Zhao Yuanle touched Yao'er's little head.

"Well, you can go and see for yourself later."

She held Yao'er's hand and taught him how to write the twenty-four letters, which was quickly over.

Zhao Yuanle: "Now, write it down yourself several times."

Yao'er then copied it obediently and accurately reproduced all the details that Zhao Yuanle told him.

Zhao Yuanle watched from the side and was very satisfied.

She felt that it was her first time to become a teacher, and she still felt a sense of accomplishment.

The time had almost passed. Zhao Yuanle looked up out of habit and looked at the clock as if he were in a classroom, but he only saw the newly patched roof.

After a moment of pause, Zhao Yuanle slowly retracted his eyes.

When she goes to Chengdu, she will buy a clock that can tell the time and buy a few more batteries.

If you have a flashlight, you can also buy another flashlight for the family to use. She won't need it.

After Yao'er finished writing two pages, Zhao Yuanle stopped him.

"Okay, let's take a rest and then we'll go to the next class."

Yao'er put the notebook away and picked up the pencil to show it to Zhao Yuanle.

"It's almost finished."

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle found a small scimitar, took the pencil, and sharpened it in a few strokes.

Yao'er looked at the pen tip that had become sharp again, and curiously reached out and touched it.

"Is this made of coal?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's made of graphite and clay."

Yao'er: "What is graphite?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Well, it's actually the same as coal, but graphite is softer, so you can write on paper."

Yao'er: "What is clay?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's similar to Huang Niba."

Yao'er asked again: "Then why is it called a pencil?"

Zhao Yuanle paused, recalled it hard, and explained: "Because it was made of lead at the beginning, it was called pencil. Later it was made of graphite, but the name has not changed."

After hearing this, Yao'er asked again: "What is lead?"

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Her head hurts a little.

How to deal with children’s curious attitude at this time?

When Yao'er saw that Zhao Yuanle didn't answer, he understood.

"Oh, sister, you don't know either."

Zhao Yuanle also admitted it.

"Yes, I don't know either."

This problem is finally over.

Zhao Yuanle also realized a problem. She should not overestimate her ability to teach Yaoer any chemistry and physics in the future.

Forget about biology, she didn't want Yao'er to ask her questions like what the cell wall and nucleus looked like, how they could be seen, and what the microscope was about.

Let's teach Yijiao Enyu math first, and let a serious teacher teach him Chinese when he goes to school.

After resting for a while, Zhao Yuanle began to teach him mathematics.

Teaching mathematics is simpler than teaching grace. Just teach arithmetic directly.

The various symbols from zero to nine pose no challenge to Yaoer.

After Zhao Yuanle taught him for a while, he began to teach him the concept of decimal system.

From one to ten, ten to one hundred, one hundred to one thousand, to ten thousand, to one hundred thousand million, all the way to trillion.

This kind of recursive logic is easy to understand for Yao'er.

Basically what Zhao Yuanle said, he could remember and understand.

Zhao Yuanle's test method was also very simple, asking him to count directly from one to one hundred.

Yao'er counts very accurately and fluently.

To make sure he grasped the concept, she fast-forwarded to addition and subtraction.

Zhao Yuanle: "This is a plus sign, which means putting them together, this is a minus sign, which means they are separated, and the equal sign represents the result."

Yao'er looked at Zhao Yuanle and asked, "Separation means separation, not nothing. There are still so many."

this…

Zhao Yuanle thought about it and felt that he had indeed described it wrong.

She came up with a simple and crude way.

"The plus sign means there is more, and the minus sign means there is no more. For example, if two people get married, it is one plus one, which is equal to two. If there is a baby, it is two plus one, which is equal to three."

Yao'er also continued: "Then the baby died, and three minus one equals two again."

Zhao Yuanle was silent and frowned slowly...

She couldn't help but said: "Actually, it's usually the parents who die first because they are older. It should be three minus two, which equals one."

Yao'er: "The older one will die first?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Generally speaking, it is like this. It is not obvious for those who are a few years older, but it is generally like this for those in their teens and twenties."

Yao'er was a little confused.

"What if the person dies? Is there a ghost? Will he be reincarnated?"

Zhao Yuanle said directly: "When a person dies, he dies and is gone. He can no longer move, hear, see, or feel anything. Then he slowly turns into white bones, and finally turns into ashes and melts into the earth.

inside."

As soon as he said this, Yao'er's eyes widened in surprise.

He looked at Zhao Yuanle to judge whether this was true.

When he discovered that Zhao Yuanle's expression was serious, the surprised expression on his face could not go away for a long time.

These words had a great impact on him.

This was different from what he usually knew.

Zhao Yuanle saw Yao'er so surprised and thought about whether he had said it too directly.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time before Yao'er returned to his usual expression.

After regaining his composure, he said this.

"I want to die with you."

Zhao Yuanle: "Well... let's forget it."

Yao'er: "As a family, we need to be together."

Zhao Yuanle: "Actually...this kind of thing is unnecessary."

She decided to skip the topic.

But Yao'er remembered what he had seen in the village before and started talking again.

"Some of the younger ones will die first."

Zhao Yuanle: "Ah?"

Yao'er: "There are moon feathers in the river."

Zhao Yuanle frowned and thought about it for a while before he understood what Yue Maomao meant.

It is a baby who is not one month old.

There are Yue Maomao in the river...

Zhao Yuanle suddenly felt a chill on her back. She asked Yao'er, her voice trembling a little.
To be continued...