MTL - The General’s Little Peasant Wife-Chapter 11 envy

Ning Mengyao looked at the words written by Lin Er and Xiaomu and nodded slightly: "It is very good to write, but it still needs a lot of practice. Other children who can't write will not be disappointed. You just learned to write and can write. The two words before the meeting are already very good. Next we will talk..."

When Ning Mengyao lectured, some villagers secretly stood outside to listen, heard what she said so well, and praised their children, their faces were happy.

After explaining the first sentence of the three-character scripture, I also taught some simple arithmetic, and the time has reached noon.

"Well, everyone can go back. I don't use it in the afternoon, but I have homework. I will practice the words I teach today. I will check it tomorrow morning." Ning Mengyao will only teach morning and afternoon. She will have her own things to do, and it is impossible to spend all her energy on these children.

"I know Mengyao sister." The children were happy to hold the book and ready to leave. Before leaving, Ning Mengyao stopped them and asked them to take the sandbox back. Just remember to bring it over the next day. Looking at the children leaving, Ning Mengyao took all the tables and chairs back to the house on the side, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

After the child came home, after eating, he took the sandbox and started to practice the words. The last word could not be written and the book was taken out and started to write according to the above picture. It was strange to write at the beginning, slowly It will be all right, and then read the book, although only a few words.

The villagers looked at their children so seriously, they learned so many things in the morning, their faces were full of surprise smiles. For them, learning to recognize words is a long-term thing, but this morning they learned How many words can you not surprise them?

In the days that followed, the children went to Ning Mengyao’s home to study. When they came back in the afternoon, they practiced for five days and rested for two days. During the two days of rest, Ning Mengyao took the children to the creek. Do games, or read books, etc.

Time flies, a month has passed, many villagers found that their children are sensible, knowing that the filial piety is older, know more words, and will settle accounts.

All of this made everyone very pleasantly surprised. It was even better for Ning Mengyao. What good things at home were the first thing that thought of Ning Mengyao.

As a result, Ning Mengyao's vegetables and fruits are never lacking. Even the fungi on the mountain are sent by many villagers. If they can't finish eating, they will be stored in the sun.

During this time, Ning Mengyao had to teach because of the lectures, and the screens had never been embroidered. On this day, the children went home, and Ning Mengyao moved the embroidery frame to the outside. She had just embroidered for a while, and she had not seen it for a long time. Yang Xiuer ran with something embroidered.

Seeing the screen in front of Ning Mengyao, Yang Xiu'er eyes are bright.

The hand is subconsciously placed on the screen and gently stroked, and the array of methods above is not seen by her.

At the same time of envy, there was some anger in my heart. I grasped the embroidered cloth with my hand and looked at the embroidered cloth that was suddenly wrinkled. Ning Mengyao brows gently and wrinkles: "Releas."

The cold voice made Yang Xiu's subconscious shudder, looked up and saw a pair of deep eyes, the eyes were so cold, just like eating her.

"That I... I didn't mean it, Meng Yao, can you teach me such a needle? So beautiful." Yang Xiuer's eyes are full of expectations.

"No, the needle method can't be circulated." Ning Mengyao saw, Yang Xiuer had a faint opening.

"We are not friends? How is it passed away? Mengyao, you agree, please." Yang Xiuer pleaded for Ning Mengyao.

As long as she learned such a needle, what else did she marry?

Ning Mengyao’s action stopped for a moment, and a faint look at Yang Xiuer’s eyes, the embroidery work could not be done anymore, and the embroidered frame was moved into the house, and Ning Mengyao began to sort out his own vegetable plot.

"Why don't you embroider?" Yang Xiuer asked in a subconscious opening, she still wanted to steal the teacher.

Laughter gave her a look, Ning Mengyao's faint opening: "It's too noisy."

The simple three words make Yang Xiuer almost vomit blood. Is she disgusting herself?

"Meng Yao you..."

"Yao Yao, I am coming to you." Yang Xiuer’s words have not been said yet, and he heard Yang Lele’s voice coming from outside.

Hearing this voice, Yang Xiuer’s heart can’t do it. If it’s not because of Yang Lele, how could she not do things before? Not only did Ning Mengyao's reputation worsen, but she also let her be loved by the audience in this Baishan Village.