Chapter 219 Little Stone Is a Little Man

Shaking her head, she told herself not to think too much. She just tried her best to do what she should do.

In the afternoon, the winter sun was warm. Yun Qinghuan was tired of writing the manuscript, so she planned to go out for a walk.

Take a walk to relax her mood. As she walked, she ran to the place where the children loved to play.

She saw Xiao Shitou again. After such a long time, the child was still wearing the small clothes that she had seen last time.

But this time, Xiao Shitou's small and thin body carried a backpack that was almost as tall as him. There were a lot of things in the backpack, including firewood and mountain products.

The backpack was probably too heavy, and he couldn't stand up straight.

But he didn't leave, but looked at An An who was squatting on the ground in front of him, writing something on the ground with a branch.

He looked very seriously. After two or three minutes, Xiao Shitou probably felt that the backpack was too heavy, so he staggered to loosen the backpack from his back and put it on the ground next to him. He also found a branch and silently gestured on the ground, muttering, "An, this word is An."

Yun Qinghuan breathed slowly and walked forward with light steps. He saw a word written crookedly on the ground. It looked like An, but there was a dot missing on it.

Perhaps because he felt that his writing was not good enough, Xiao Shitou erased the words he wrote and wrote them again carefully, stroke by stroke. However, he was not satisfied with several words in a row. He frowned tightly and wrote over and over again without getting tired of it.

Children in rural areas actually go to school quite early. Many children are sent to primary school at the age of five because the adults at home are too busy and don't want to take time to look after the children.

Besides, if you go to school early, the primary school is only five years, and the junior high school in this era is only two years. After primary school and junior high school, it takes a total of seven years. If you can't get into high school or your family doesn't allow you to continue, you can just help adults do farm work in the village to earn work points.

Twelve or thirteen years old is just the time when you are stronger and are also good at work.

Therefore, there are very few boys like Xiao Shitou in the countryside who don't go to school.

Yun Qinghuan looked at it for a while and whispered, "There is another dot on it that you forgot to add."

Xiao Shitou was startled by the sudden sound and raised his head. He saw Yun Qinghuan subconsciously took a step back, and retreated too quickly, and sat on the ground.

Yun Qinghuan felt a little apologetic, and she didn't mind the dirtiness, and directly reached out to hold his hand, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Xiao Shitou pursed his lips and shook his head, but didn't hand over.

Yun Qinghuan didn't care, squatted down, took a branch, and wrote on the ground stroke by stroke, a neat and tidy word "An", beautiful like the words printed in a book.

Little Stone looked at it, his face flushed.

He lowered his head to look at the words he had written, which were crooked and missing strokes, just like the crawling of a worm.

Yun Qinghuan saw his discomfort and praised, "Is this your first time writing? You wrote very well. This is my first time writing, and my writing is not as good as yours."

"Really?" Little Stone's eyes suddenly lit up, with expectation.

Yun Qinghuan nodded, "Of course it's true."

Little Stone was happy, grinning with joy, and his smile was sincere.

The movement here attracted An An, who was teaching his friends to write over there. An An stood up with joy, stopped writing, and ran over to hug Yun Qinghuan's thighs, "Mom, why are you here?"

Yun Qinghuan took out some paper from his pocket, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said with a smile, "I'm tired of staying at home, so I came out for a walk."

"What are you doing?"

He looked at the ground with some curiosity, and there were words on the ground, his name.

The little guy looked up proudly, "Mom, I taught them to write my name, and I also taught them to write their own names."

An An is still too young, and his hands are weak, so his handwriting is not very beautiful, but it is more neat. He really wrote his own name and some other names.

Now the child has learned to write the names of his family members, and also learned to write some characters that are often used in daily life. The name is written quite well.

Yun Qinghuan praised him, "An An is really amazing! You should learn more characters so that you can teach more next time."

The little guy nodded seriously.

The teaching environment in the village is not very good. The teacher is from the brigade. He said he graduated from high school, but he couldn't even explain the junior high school textbooks clearly. In this environment, the villagers don't pay attention to their children's learning. They think that sending them to school is enough for them to be supervised and to recognize characters, so as not to become illiterate in the future.

But there is no more.

Because the college entrance examination has been cancelled, ordinary people can only go to high school at most. After that, if they don't have connections or connections, they still have to go home to farm, right?

Since he was destined to farm, there was no need to go to school so much. Just knowing how to read and write would be enough.

In fact, in this era, the village schools would give children a holiday during the busy farming season, so that they could go back to help their families with work.

In the eyes of rural people, the crops in the fields were more important than the sky.

Beside him, Little Stone looked at An An, who was held in Yun Qinghuan's arms, with envy. He also wanted to have his mother hold him like this. Unfortunately, he had never been held by his mother since he could remember. The few times he had memories with his mother, she would sneak out in a hurry, take out the food she had hidden from her arms, and after stuffing it into his arms, she didn't dare to stay too long, and then left quickly.

She was afraid that someone would see it and gossip about it behind his back, and then his mother would be beaten when she returned to her husband's house.

And now, he doesn't even have that little bit of maternal love anymore.

Little Stone looked gloomy, lowered his head, pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Yun Qinghuan noticed his expression, patted her son on the back and asked him to stand beside her. Then she walked towards Xiao Shitou and said softly, "Your name is Xiao Shitou, right?"

Xiao Shitou's eyes widened in surprise, and he raised his head to look at her, "Aunt, aunt, do you know me?!"

Yun Qing nodded with a smile, "Of course I know. Auntie, I heard from others that you can support a family at a young age. Little Shitou is a little man!"

And gave him a thumbs up.

Xiao Shitou blushed at the praise, pursed his lips and smiled, then went to scratch his hair, "Aunt, Aunt, I, I'm not that good."

He was so embarrassed that he stuttered even when he spoke.

Yun Qinghuan smiled brightly, as if she didn't notice his shyness, and continued, "Auntie, I see that you like writing very much. Would you like to go to Auntie's place for half an hour every morning? Auntie happens to be quite free at noon, so she will teach you how to write. A few words, if things go on like this, I will probably be able to recognize a lot of them.”

"Ah?" The originally shy little guy was stunned. He looked up at her and opened his mouth wide.

Yun Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, with teasing in his eyes, pretending to be disappointed and said, "What? Don't you want it, Little Stone? Forget it if you don't want to. You can go back with the basket on your back quickly. Don't wait for it to get dark. The road will be difficult to walk by then. ”

Seeing her turning around to leave, Xiao Shitou became anxious and said hurriedly, "Auntie, I do!"

Very loudly, as if he was afraid that she would regret it.