Jiang Michia couldn't put it down when she saw what Song Jingyun compiled.
Not bad, it has an ancient version, made of bamboo, and a large pencil case, and it is very suitable for children who have just started to learn and don’t know how to pack and organize their own school supplies.
Jiang Michia began to think about whether to buy a new product from Zheng Ji.
On the day when Song Jingyun officially started school, the whole family got up early.
Jiang Michia put on new clothes for Song Jingyun, and the breakfast cooked by Mrs. Liu was more sumptuous than usual.
After Song Jingyun had a hearty meal, he helped the family clear away the dishes, and then carried his small bamboo box on his back, "Madam, I'm going to school."
"Do you want me to send you off?" Jiang Michia took two steps after him.
"No, I can do that." Song Jingyun declined.
He also knew that if he went to school at this age, he would already look very different in the eyes of others. If he asked his wife to send him to school again, he would be even more eye-catching.
What he needs to do in the future is to be a real man, to protect his wife and the whole family, and to try to do things that he has never done before.
For example, go to school independently.
"Okay." Seeing Song Jingyun's insistence, Jiang Michia nodded, "Do you remember everything I taught you last night?"
Because it was the first time to go to school independently without the company of family members, Jiang Michia spent half the night telling Song Jingyun some rules to abide by when going to school.
Article 1: Respect the Master, listen to the Master most of the time, and do what the Master says. But if what the Master says is outrageous, you don’t have to listen.
Second, be united and friendly with your classmates, and you can even take the initiative to do some small things that can bring you closer to each other, but be careful not to go out of your way to please. If others are hostile, you don’t have to greet them with a smile.
The third and most important one is that if you are bullied, you don’t have to endure it, especially if others hit you. If you can’t beat someone, hit them. If you can’t beat them, you must remember to run away...
Because of limited time and fear that the son-in-law would not be able to understand if he taught too much, Jiang Michia only taught these three most important things.
And just for these three points, Jiang Michia has made friends out of nothing many times, giving many various examples so that the son-in-law can understand them smoothly.
Judging from the appearance of the little husband-in-law, it seems that he understands, but the actual degree of understanding depends on the actual situation.
"Yes." Song Jingyun nodded, "Don't worry, madam, I've written it down."
"Then I'm leaving."
"Okay, be careful on the road and come back early after school..."
Jiang Michia stood at the door and said goodbye briefly. After Song Jingyun left, he returned home and helped Mr. Liu feed the chickens in the backyard.
Because it was the first time that the son-in-law went out to face the world on his own. Even though he felt that the son-in-law already had such abilities, Jiang Michia was still uneasy and full of worries.
I even had the urge to go to school and secretly take a look at my son-in-law in class.
Jiang Michia could suddenly understand why there were so many parents secretly investigating the situation on the first day of kindergarten.
She wants this too now!
In order to divert his attention, Jiang Michia went to the porcelain kiln after finishing the chores at home.
Now we have to burn the tea jars for the winter tea in the tea garden. Orders from Zhao Ji and other stores are also increasing, and the porcelain kiln is getting busier.
Jiang Michia went to help trace the pattern, add colors, and do some basic work.
While he was busy, Jiang Xiaoxing came to the porcelain kiln.
"Sister Xiaoxing is here." Jiang Michia saw Jiang Xiaoxing and washed her hands.
"Yes." Jiang Xiaoxing pursed her lips and smiled, "We have dried persimmons at home, and my mother asked each family to share a share. I just sent them to my home, and when I saw you weren't there, I thought you might be here."
Before Jiang Michia could even think of answering, Zhu Guangtai had already leaned over and said, "Persimmon cake!"
"Did Aunt Xing know that I like to eat persimmons, so she specially brought them to me, right?"
"Of course, I know you like to eat persimmons, so I brought a few more for you." Jiang Xiaoxing pinched Zhu Guangtai's cheek.
Zhu Guangtai has lived here for more than half a year, and he has grown a lot. The flesh on his face is also more visible to the naked eye. Now he is plump and fleshy.
Obviously Qiufia posted it well.
"Let me tell you, Aunt Xing must be thinking about me." Zhu Guangtaile was so happy that he took the persimmon cakes and went to find Jiang Chunyu and the others.
"Remember to leave some for your father," Jiang Xiaoxing reminded.
"Don't worry, Aunt Xing." Zhu Guangtai nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I'm going to get some for my dad to keep, so that he can eat it quickly when he has time."
"Go ahead." Jiang Xiaoxing smiled and warned again, "Yes, you just happened to ask your dad, what kind of meal do you want to eat at noon, steamer noodles or noodles?"
"I'll go right away." Zhu Guangtai ran away with a persimmon in his mouth and a lot of persimmons in his hands.
"Run slower, don't fall." Jiang Michia reminded with a smile.
"Why……"
The sound came from far away from the porcelain kiln.
This kid has really good ears.
Jiang Michia and Jiang Xiaoxing looked at each other and smiled.
After working at the porcelain kiln for a long time, thinking about Song Jingyun's school break, Jiang Michia went home first and helped Mr. Liu make breakfast.
Braised pork ribs, cabbage heart mixed with dried tofu, stir-fried lotus root slices, spicy and sour shredded radish, the staple food is white rice.
When the ribs were almost cooked, Jiang Michia looked at the door to see when Song Jingyun would come back.
But he waited and waited, watching as the sun was almost high in the sky, but he still didn't see half of Song Jingyun.
Could it be that this little son-in-law got lost on the first day of school?
Or is it because it’s the first day of school and you care about everything, so you go to play with the other children and forget to go home for dinner?
While Jiang Michia was thinking wildly, Jiang Laifu from the same village ran over.
Jiang Laifu is a child in the village. He is eight years old and is also studying in Yang Shunde's private school.
"Aunt Xiaoxia." Jiang Laifu ran so fast that he almost couldn't stop when he reached Jiang Michia and almost hit the door.
"Slow down." Jiang Michia stopped him, "What happened? You're running so fast."
"Uncle Jingyun made a mistake in school and was kept by the master. The master asked me to come back and send a message, saying that the family leader should go and pick up Uncle Jingyun..." Jiang Laifu breathed heavily and spoke intermittently.
Jiang Michia, "..."
So, it’s the first day of school and parents are called?
Jiang Michia rubbed her temples, "Do you know why you made a mistake?"
Jiang Laifu shook his head, "I don't know very well. I just know that he talked back to the master, and the master slapped the palm of his hand, and asked him to stand in the yard for punishment. Uncle Jingyun didn't agree..."
"Aunt Xiaoxia, go quickly. Master is very powerful. I'm afraid that if you go late, Master will beat Uncle Jingyun again."
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