Chapter 1230 Living in the Hometown for a Long Time 6

Father Lu really didn't take the joke of the old man and the young seriously. He took the opportunity to teach Xi Bao when he was not busy.

Xi Bao was very smart and could learn things at once. Not to mention Father Lu, after a day or two, after he showed off one or two skills in public, even the group of old men wanted to teach him a few tricks. They had been working every day and couldn't wait to learn.

At this time, a heavy rain came at the right time.

It was raining heavily and they couldn't work.

The old men and women who were not used to farm work cheered and the atmosphere became lively.

"Come on, Xi Bao, I will teach you to draw." Wen Ruyu was the oldest and took the responsibility.

Wen Yue refused to give in, "Xibao, didn't you say you wanted to hear a story? I'll tell you a story."

Jin Ruochu said unhappily, "Go away, go away, go away, go away, I heard from Ah Cheng that Xibao has been practicing calligraphy for a long time, and her handwriting is very good. Of course, she practiced calligraphy with me. The handwriting is the face of a person. If the handwriting is beautiful, the face is beautiful."

"It's as if I am not a master of calligraphy and painting!" Wen Ruyu muttered.

The old couple Xu Da and Xu Da hesitated for a moment and said, "In fact, we think Xibao should learn some foreign languages."

Speaking of foreign languages, Wen Yue stepped forward, "Speaking of foreign languages, of course it's me. There is nothing I am not proficient in, including Russian, English, French, Japanese and German. The title of translator is not in vain!"

Wen Yue is a very famous writer and translator, and everyone present knows it.

"Xibao should learn calligraphy and painting!" Ouyang Mo and He Qingyin are Wen Ruyu's apprentices, and of course they support their teacher.

"Xibao, look, I made a bamboo dragonfly for you." Zhu Ling, who is known as a master of handicrafts, spoke up and really got Xibao's attention.

Before he finished writing, it was the first time he saw a bamboo dragonfly and he wanted to play with it. Xibao swallowed his saliva and remembered what his mother usually said. He looked up at Father Lu and said, "Grandpa, hold it for me and let me play with it when I finish writing!"

Once he got it, it was his and he could play with it whenever he wanted.

Wen Ruyu couldn't help but say, "Good boy!"

After half a month of teaching, of course, it was limited to the evening.

Everyone worked during the day and taught Xibao at night. After a fierce debate, the main focus was on calligraphy, painting and poetry, and other aspects were supplemented. The time was set at about two hours. If it was more, Xibao might not be able to bear it. As for the teacher, everyone took turns, but because Wen Ruyu was good at both calligraphy and painting and Xibao was used to practicing calligraphy, he had a class every day.

Everyone was worried that Xibao was young and couldn't sit still and soon didn't want to learn, but the result was beyond their expectations.

Xibao is more studious than they thought. He is curious about everything and interested in everything. He has to get to the bottom of everything. Although he often leaves everyone speechless, especially when it comes to physics and chemistry, everyone is happy.

He is talented and patient. He is just a rough jade. If he is not polished, it would be a shame to the gift of God!

Before everyone suggested to Mr. Lu that Xibao stay at home, Xibao took the initiative to express his request after the busy farming season was over, "Grandpa, can I learn from grandpa and grandma every day?" He chattered and had fun every day.

Mr. Lu was stunned, "Of course!"

He cares about the education of his grandson more than anyone else. How can the resources of the border defense force compare to this place? There are more than 20 masters from all walks of life in front of him. They are the best. If they teach Xibao a little bit at ordinary times, it will be enough for the child to benefit for a lifetime.

In addition, Grandpa Lu San and Mr. and Mrs. Wang Zhengguo both asked to keep Xibao at home.

This year's summer harvest went very smoothly, just like last year, except that the yield was slightly lower. Grandpa Lu San and Wang Zhengguo and his wife agreed that it was because Xi Bao came too late and the crops had not grown well before he came.

The autumn planting did not encounter any bad luck from the heavens. The weather was good and the rice seedlings grew up quickly, with the ground full of green.