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Chapter 247
Seeing the grievance on Yuan Guohua¡¯s weeping face, Yu Jiaojiao quickly took out the paper that she had taken out before: ¡°This is not firewood, this is called building blocks. Look at this paper.¡±
The four little heads came together.
Yuan Guohua called out first: "House!"
"car!"
¡°Butterflies, and butterflies.¡±
¡°And there are sparrows.¡±
No matter how many people there are, I won¡¯t recognize them.
Nowadays, there is no television, and there are not so many children's books. Children's knowledge is limited to the surrounding environment. They have never seen many things and do not know them at all.
¡°For example, they don¡¯t recognize ships, planes, etc.
Yu Jiaojiao felt as if she had suddenly discovered a new way to make money.
There are two types of people in the world who spend the most money, and even adults are willing to spend money. One is children, and the other is women.
Women generally invest in themselves, and they also have to look at the thickness of their wallets, but children are different.
"How many parents do not hesitate to sacrifice for their children. This is a habit engraved in the bones of Chinese people. Otherwise, Mencius's mother would not have written it in the "Three Character Classic" three times, and there would be no such idioms as "hoping for a son to become a dragon and a daughter to become a phoenix."
But this idea just comes to mind.
Yu Jiaojiao has no interest in writing and has no talent. She still likes to make beautiful clothes.
Reading novels is already her greatest support for literature. Writing by herself, God, please spare her.
As soon as the drawings came out, the children immediately knew how to play. They were about to start building houses with great interest, but Yu Jiaojiao stopped them: "I received the gift, but I don't let you play now! The schoolbags are still here. Have you finished your homework?"
Zhao Zhibing¡¯s face fell instantly.
The three little ones stared at Yu Jiaojiao with bright eyes: "Mom, mom, can you tell stories today?"
The homework is mainly for Zhao Zhibing, who has officially entered elementary school. The three primary schools are still in the Yuhong class, and there is no homework.
?That is, Yuan Guohua, maybe because he really thinks stories are good, he always pesters Yu Jiaojiao to tell them.
Yu Jiaojiao tells a lot of stories. When she has time, she will go to the garbage dump to search for some books, including novels and magazines. She even found a copy of Andersen's fairy tales.
The translator may have been accustomed to it. Although the translator spoke as vernacular as possible, he still had a sense of reserve and was particularly wordy, which was completely different from the various vernaculars that became popular in later generations.
Because it was a work by a foreign author, Yu Jiaojiao was afraid of causing trouble, so she would tear off the cover of a good book and buy it back.
Anyway, without a cover, who knows where the author is from, right?
She is just a high school student who has never seen the world. How could she know there are so many foreigners?
It¡¯s not Yu Jiaojiao¡¯s turn to buy newspapers. Many of them are divided up at work. Some people collect them to read, but most of them take them home and put them on relatives¡¯ walls.
Even so, Yu Jiaojiao can tell so many stories every day.
??Excluding some that are too adult, too academic and professional, too serious or even involve politics and military affairs, Yu Jiaojiao sometimes reads some modern poems and prose written by people at this time.
I don¡¯t know if they understand it, but every time Yu Jiaojiao reads it, the four children listen with great interest.
The four children spent a few days with Yu¡¯s mother before. Yu¡¯s mother was really illiterate and could only write her own name. When the children asked her to tell stories, she told ancient times.
???????? Mainly the stories of Zhu Yuanzhang¡¯s generals fighting in the war, such as Chang Yuchun and Xu Da.
"Talking about ancient times is a different feeling from studying. When Yu Ma tells stories, she just makes them up in dialect and makes them up. It was quite interesting to listen to at the time, but it doesn't taste the same when I think about it later."
When Zhao Pengcheng came back, he switched to Zhao Pengcheng to tell stories, but Zhao Pengcheng's cultural level was not high. He didn't even think about cadences or anything like that. He read one tone to the end. By the time he finished reading, the children were already fascinated by his ordinary voice. Sleeping hypnotically.
It ¡¯s also Yu Jiaojiao. I listened to the story too much. When I read it, I will change the sound according to different plots of different circumstances and different circumstances to create an atmosphere. Is n¡¯t it more interesting?
In short, although they are not their biological children, what the four children miss most is Yu Jiaojiao. Although they miss the stories she read, they also miss her after all, right?
Yu Jiaojiao didn¡¯t know the hidden debt (it means turning it around several times). When she heard that the four children wanted to hear what she said?The story is quite touching: "Well, it depends on whether you are good and obedient or not."
As he said that, he looked at the toys on the table.
Yuan Guohua's building blocks had just built a small house, and the other houses had not yet been built to turn into a village. After hearing Yu Jiaojiao's words, the child immediately knocked down the newly built house and placed the blocks one by one. Return to the box.
The other three looked at their toys and finally reluctantly put them down.
Zhao Zhibing started to do his homework.
Zhao Zhihong came closer to Yu Jiaojiao and whispered: "Mom, can I take the tumbler to play with other children?"
Before Yu Jiaojiao could answer, Zhao Zhibing loudly said: "No!"
Zhao Zhibing slapped the pencil on the table and said righteously: "Your tumbler is new. What if they break it for you? What if they want to borrow it for fun? What if they take it away from you? What to do with the roly-poly? Are you going to stop playing with it?"
Khan, this kid is quite logical and has imagined almost everything that might happen.
Zhao Zhihong was immediately troubled: "Then, what should I do? I, I don't want to play with them, I, I want to play with them."
Yu Jiaojiao suddenly realized that she just wanted to show off by cooperating with this child.
Zhao Zhibing was still full of energy: "That's not possible! You can't take it out. You can't take it out until you don't want to play anymore. If you want to take it out to play with them, you can't do it now. Besides, I haven't touched your tumbler yet. Well, neither Guohua nor Guohua, do you want to play?"
Yuan Guomin is very interested in anything that can be played and fun. He said loudly: "Yes! Brother, brother, let me play with yours too!"
"" Zhao Zhibing pretended not to hear and pushed Yuan Guohua: "What about you, Guohua? Do you want to play?"
Yuan Guohua was absent-minded and ignored Zhao Zhibing at all. He was still thinking about his building blocks. They were ever-changing and could build many interesting things. They were much more fun than the roly-poly.
""
When Yu Jiaojiao finds out about the child, she just leaves it to the child to solve it on his own.
Zhao Zhihong wanted to ask for her opinion just now, but now he has changed his mind and wants to listen to his brother. He plans to wait until he doesn¡¯t want to play anymore before taking it out to play. As for whether he will let it go then, well, let¡¯s talk about it then.
Yu Jiaojiao shook her head and ignored them. She took a strand of gray-blue wool and a strand of white wool and made gestures on Zhao Pengcheng's body.
Zhao Pengcheng was flattered: "You, you want to knit a sweater for me? I, I don't need to, just knit your own and your children's sweaters." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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