Chapter Eleven
Ning Meng Yao saw the word Lin'er and Little Mu wrote and slightly nodded her head, "This is written well, but it still needs practice. The rest of the children who cannot, don't feel disappointed. All of you has just learn to write words and being able to write the two words earlier is already very good. We will then continue talking about&h.e.l.lip;"
When Ning Meng Yao spoke the lessons, the villagers stealthily listened at the outside. When they heard that they spoke well, even praising their children; their faces were filled with happiness.
When the three words had been explained and they learned simple calculations, it was already rnoon.
"Alright, everyone can go back home, no need to come again in the afternoon, but I have homework. Practice the words you learn today, I will check them tomorrow." Every day, Ning Meng Yao would teach in the morning but she couldn't in the afternoon since she had her own things to take care of. She won't spend all her mind to the children.
"We understand, Big Sis Meng Yao." The children happily hugged their books and prepared to leave. When they wanted to leave, Ning Meng Yao called them and said they could take the sandbox home but they had to bring it again on the second day. After the children left, Ning Meng Yao put all the tables and chairs on the side of the room then left to make food.
After the children went back home and ate, they took the sandbox and started to practice. The last word that they could not write, they opened the book and wrote it brush by brush. At first, the word turned out weird, but as they slowly did it, they managed to write it. They then read the book, although it was only a few sentences.
The villagers looked at their children being very dedicated, a lesson already taught them so many things, and their faces were of a smile filled with delightful surprise. To them, learning words was a very long thing but with just one morning, the children already could write a few words, how could they not be happy?
The days after, the children would come to Ning Meng Yao to study every morning, and would learn by themselves in the afternoon. Five days school and two days rest. During the two days rest, Ning Meng Yao brought the children to play by the small brook to play or read books or other activites.
In the blink of an eye, a month pa.s.sed by and a lot of villagers noticed their own children becoming more understanding, knowing many words and could do accounting.
All of these let the ma.s.s felt happy and their att.i.tude towards Ning Meng Yao became better. When there were good things at home, the first person they would think of was Ning Meng Yao.
It was to the extent that the vegetables and fruits in Ning Meng Yao's house was not lacking at all, even the fungus on the mountain was delivered by not few of the villagers. If those were not eaten up, then they would be dried and stored.
Because Ning Meng Yao needed to give the children lessons, her screen was not embroidered. This day, she took advantage of the children going back home to move the embroidered frame outside. She had just embroidered for a while when Yang Xiu Er who was not seen for a long time took her embroidery bag and ran to Ning Meng Yao.
Seeing the embroidery screen in front of Ning Meng Yao, Yang Xiu Er's eyes lit up.
Yang Xiu Er subconsciously caressed the screen. There were a lot of embroidery techniques on it that she had never seen before.
While Yang Xiu Er admired it, Ning Meng Yao's heart bore some anger and subconsciously held tight the embroidery cloth. She saw the embroidery cloth that was wrinkled and her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Release your hand."
Her cold tone let Yang Xiu Er subconsciously chilled and lifted her head to see a pair of deep eyes. Those eyes were cold as if wanting to eat her whole.
"I that&h.e.l.lip;.I didn't mean to. Meng Yao, can you teach me this embroidery techinique? It's really pretty," Yang Xiu Er 's eyes were filled with expectation.
"Cannot. Embroidery technique cannot be spread outside," Ning Meng Yao looked at Yang Xiu Er with one eye and faintly opened her mouth.
"Aren't we friends? How can it be spread outside? Meng Yao, just agree, please." Yang Xiu Er looked at Ning Meng Yao begging.
As long as she studied this kind of embroidery technique, what should she be worried of?
Ning Meng Yao's hands stopped, faintly lookingat Yang Xiu Er with one eye. She could not continue embroidering and putting her embroidered frame inside, Ning Meng Yao started to sort out her vegetable field.
"How come you're no longer embroidering?" Yang Xiu Er subconsciously opened her mouth, she still wanted to steal some skills.
Skimming over her with one eye, Ning Meng Yao faintly said, "Too noisy."
Only two simple words made Yang Xiu Er almost vomit blood. Ning Meng Yao is despising her, isn't it?
"Meng Yao, you&h.e.l.lip;."
"Yao Yao, I'm here to find you," Yang Xiu Er had not spoken out when she heard Yang Le Le's voice from outside.
Hearing this voice, Yang Xiu Er's heart hated it very much. If it weren't for Yang Le Le, how could she not successfully do her things? Not only will she let Ning Meng Yao's reputation became bad, she would also receive the love and esteem from the villagers of the White Mountain Village.
