MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 104 Attend class

"It's so hot, so hot..." Qi Yue, Jiang Che and Wang Yunsheng were panting outside the yard, all of them were sweating on their foreheads, their faces were puffy, and they stopped. At that time, the top of the head was smoking.

At this time, I heard someone selling popsicles at the foot of the mountain, and the little boys broke up and ran home together to ask for money to buy popsicles.

Jiang Shuangling pointed to the coin jar, "Go get it yourself, Mom, do you want to eat it?"

Zhao Yinghua shook her head.

Little comrades Qi Yue and Jiang Che touched a dime each, and threw the fastest speed in their life to buy four popsicles, one for five cents, two for each person, each for the left and right hands Take one.

When I came back, I licked here and there, and the top of the two of them smoked, turning into a smoking popsicle in their hands.

"Sister, do you want to try it?" The popsicle in hand is sweet, and the cool and sweet ice water melts in the mouth, which is very good for relieving the heat.

"I won't eat it, you can eat it." Jiang Shuangling has passed the age of eating ice, and there is a large stove with two small stoves at home. Can eat ice.

"Mom, then I'll eat it myself." Qi Yue stood in front of the electric fan with a popsicle in one hand, and the wind blowing in front of him made him feel cool.

A popsicle is great!

"Hiccup? Mom?!" Jiang Shuangling hugged Xiao Huihui, the increasingly flexible little guy, he stuck his head out of his mother's arms, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the boy curiously Brother and uncle eating ice.

The saliva from the corners of the mouth ran down.

"Mom!" The little guy's legs were slightly bent on Jiang Shuangling's knees. He turned his head and stretched out his small hand to try to go to where his brother and uncle were, "Tweet ah! Brother. "

Qi Yue and Jiang Che, who had almost cooled down, heard Xiao Huihui's voice and ran over with a half-eaten popsicle in their hands, looking at Yuan Gulu's big-eyed brother, curious: " Brother, do you want to eat too?"

Jiang Che bit on the ice, leaving only two teeth marks, "It's delicious..."

Little comrade Qi Hui opened his eyes wide, the corners of his mouth drooling down. After brother and uncle came with popsicles, there was an icy sweet smell in the air.

The little guy sent out the ambition to eat: "... times?"

"Sister, can I feed my nephew?"

"No, Xiao Huihui is too young to eat popsicles."

"Be good, watch the two brothers eat."

…

Comrade Xiao Huihui looked at the two people in front of him and refused to give him ice, and cried sadly, "Wow wow wow..."

"Cub, you can't eat it yet." Jiang Shuangling hugged her son and coaxed him and fed him something else. He was crying too hard, and his little paws kept reaching out to his uncle and brother.

I want ice!

Jiang Shuangling fed him a bowl of egg custard, Comrade Xiao Huihui cried a few times, and opened his mouth to eat the egg custard. After eating the egg custard, he also ate a bowl of pumpkin puree. After his brother had finished eating the popsicles, he howled and wanted to continue eating.

, little faces wrinkled together, crying and clamoring to eat.

"Hey, times, times, times..."

Jiang Shuangling patted him on the back to coax him, thinking that Qi Heng shouldn't be so difficult when he was a child, his son is too capable, "Good boy, be obedient, come and continue to feed you ,do not Cry."

"Is it okay to eat popsicles when I grow up to my brother's age?"

"Be good, open your mouth, Mommy will feed you melons."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

She was a little suspicious that this little guy had learned to cheat food and drink before he was one year old.

Like a caterpillar, it likes to crawl, and it crawls very neatly.

Jiang Shuangling spreads a rabbit blanket for him on the bamboo bed, and the blanket is covered with another layer of fabric, allowing the little guy to crawl around and have fun.

She also made a little rabbit, a little tiger and a big white goose for this little guy to hang on the side, and the little boy was punching the little tiger, kicking the big white goose, and squatting on the cot. Sitting on the bunny.

It's really dynamic.

"Oh, grandma" and the like kept babbling in my mouth, and from time to time I would walk a bird and urinate a boy, sitting on my own cot, just like a domineering CEO cub, drooling and looking at After eating what my mother wants to eat, I continue to have fun...

Although Jiang Shuangling felt as sweet as eating honey when this little brat crawled over to call her mother, she also felt that their little Huihui had the talent of a little devil.

Put something in his mouth again.

If you educate this little guy, he will bite with his little baby teeth in revenge.

"Xiao Huihui, this can't be eaten..."

Jiang Shuangling felt that her head was a little big, and she suddenly began to miss the milk-feeding robot who couldn't speak or crawl in the first few months.

After being able to move for a while, my scalp is numb, and I just make myself like this when I can crawl. If this little guy can walk in a few days, how many people will follow, "Mom?" Jiang Shuangling turned her head and asked Zhao Yinghua, "My brother had such a tone when he was a child—was he so energetic?"

Zhao Yinghua: "...No."

"I was very quiet when I was young.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

She looked down at her son Xiao Huihui, Xiao Huihui was grabbed by her mother's moving claws, and stared at her mother with a pair of clean and clear black eyes.

This cub also slept when he was full before, like a piglet, but after this month, like a genetic mutation, he began to crawl.

And always thinking about escaping from the care of the elders.

"Did my brother not crawl around when he was a child?"

Zhao Yinghua: "...Climb, Xiao Wu seems to like to crawl around the cot."

"Better pull two red ribbons on the side."

Jiang Shuangling was shocked: "Is this still possible?!"

"Straighten the red ribbon."

Jiang Shuangling, with a skeptical attitude of "it is better to believe it or not to believe it", tied the Huntian Ling, which the little brat used before, and other red cloths to the edge of the small bamboo bed, making After these things are done.

Jiang Shuangling was silent for ten seconds.

She looked at the weird red lines on the bed, and felt like she was doing some kind of ceremony. If it was really a ceremony, it must be a cub-controlling ceremony.

Comrade Xiao Huihui was placed in the center of the ceremony, he began to crawling around the bamboo bed with great interest, and finally did not think about escaping from the bamboo bed.

Zhao Yinghua was surprised: "It really looks like his father."

Jiang Shuangling: "???!

It turns out that my mother-in-law is really teasing her?

What is this wonderful principle?

Jiang Shuangling clutched her forehead and looked at the little guy crawling around in the red circle, she suddenly felt like she had conquered the red boy Guanyin, and then gave it to their cubs Put on a red apron and have a red mole on your forehead, it's more like it.

Jiang Shuangling: "Why was my brother like this when he was young?!"

Zhao Yinghua: "I don't know either."

Jiang Shuangling: "..." She suddenly felt that her mother-in-law was also a mother with a story.

However, after knowing that the child's father is like this, Jiang Shuangling probably thinks that the father and son have liked red since childhood, otherwise they would not chase around in the red circle, she I have seen the children's channel before and said that young children like bright colors, such as red, yellow and blue.

Therefore, the host of the children's show was dressed in exaggerated and rich colors.

Comrade Xiao Huihui seems to like red very much. The red apron Nezha dress made by Jiang Shuangling in the past is just right to appease him.

In order to amuse the children and accompany their energetic cubs to kill physical strength, she went to get a small piece of red cloth, held the red cloth in her hand, and called at Comrade Xiao Huihui She waved, and the little guy immediately stared at her and chased the red cloth in her hand.

Jiang Shuangling led him around the bamboo bed.

"Eh?" The little guy reached out to grab it, but couldn't catch it.

Jiang Shuangling looked at her cubs crawling over, she was really ashamed, she always felt that they were in a wrong state at this time, obviously it was the mother playing with the child, but carrying a red cloth in her hand, this scene The picture looks like a bullfight, but if others are bullfighting, then she is "fighting cubs" at the moment.

This picture is too fun, but unfortunately, Comrade Xiao Huihui is unwilling to continue playing this game after playing for an hour.

The little guy sat on the bamboo bed, drooling and wringing the "Huntian Ling" in his hand.

Jiang Shuangling: "..." It seems that he really likes red cloth.

Jiang Shuangling went to get a piece of red cloth and quickly made a pair of red underwear for Qi Heng, Qi Yue and her younger brother Jiang Che.

When Qi Heng came back, Jiang Shuangling threw the red **** to him.

Qi Heng held the red **** in his hand and frowned: "...how?"

"Remember your childhood." Jiang Shuangling snickered and ran out to see the two children, who also received the love red underwear from Jiang Shuangling.

She also asked Zhao Yinghua if she wanted it. After Zhao Yinghua smiled strangely, she said no.

The two cubs, Qi Yue and Jiang Che, were very face-saving, so they put on the little red underwear and walked around the house wearing red underwear without any shame.

Qi Yue grabbed his red panties, "Mom, it seems a little big."

Jiang Che: "It's like falling."

Jiang Shuangling reassured them, "It's alright, I made it a little bigger for you, so you can wear it longer."

These are koi red **** that recall childhood.

The boys put on their new red underwear to go to school, and Jiang Shuangling finally went to school for art class in the second week.

She took the old book in her arms, and walked out of the yard with the two little cubs. The mountain fog was heavy that day, and the yard seemed to be surrounded by a layer of fairy air. The place was so white that nothing could be seen.

Only a few meters around me were not shrouded in mountain fog.

"What a big fog

"Fog!

…

, what are you plucking chicken feathers for?!"

After this scolding, a person emerged from the white mist in front of Jiang Shuangling and the others. It was Wang Yunsheng, who had a head and a head. The bald spot behind him was almost ready to grow.

Qi Yue was curious: "Why are you pulling chicken feathers?"

Jiang Che was also curious: "...?"

Wang Yunsheng held a small piece of chicken feather in his hand, "I want to get a chicken feather letter."

Jiang Shuangling: "...Yunsheng, don't you have a feather duster at home?"

"The chicken feathers on the feather duster are not authentic. My mother beat me with the feather duster. My dad said that the feather duster has seen blood, and it has been called a weapon of magic." to imitate his father's tone.

Jiang Shuangling was confused: "Isn't the feather duster that has seen blood bad?"

"How can I make a chicken feather letter out of a chicken feather that hit me? My dad said I should step on it."

Jiang Shuangling was ashamed: "So you're going to pluck the feathers of a live chicken?"

Wang Yunsheng nodded.

"Who are you sending to?"

Wang Yunsheng glued the chicken feather to his chest, "I don't send anyone, I feel like a big hero."

"Before my father was drunk and told people that he could not do things well without hair on his lips. Now that I have hair on my chest, I can do things very well."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

She didn't know whether to applaud or not. The children's logic is really good, and she can justify it.

No wonder Wang Xiazhi jumped with anger.

Get along with the little ones, and you should be a little bit more Buddhist.

Otherwise, there are three boys in her family, then waiting for the scalp to tingle, Jiang Shuangling took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out, child things, Tong Yan Wuji, No offense.

But inexplicably, she suddenly began to worry about her future career as an elementary school art teacher.

Teaching elementary school students doesn't seem like a good day.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

Think about it for the better, at least she's not the head teacher.

Wang Yunsheng pointed at the chicken feathers on his chest and showed off to Qi Yue and Jiang Che: "Are you going to go back and pluck the chicken feathers?"

"No." Comrade Qi Yuexiao refused.

Jiang Che also shook his head.

Wang Yunsheng said strangely: "Why?"

Qi Yue: "I just want to kill chickens."

Comrade Qi Dali, a foodie, still misses sharpening his knives to kill chickens.

Jiang Che agreed very much: "I also want to kill chickens."

What's the point of just plucking chicken feathers, it's a man who should kill the chicken first.

Jiang Shuangling: "...!"

The murderous aura of their children is so strong that Jiang Shuangling can't tell whether it is murderous or foodie greed.

Say one or two, they just want to eat chicken.

If there is no chicken to eat, these little cubs don't care whether they kill the chicken or not.

Wang Yunsheng saw that they did not cooperate with him. According to the principle of the minority obeying the majority, he was led astray by the two, "Okay, then I will go back and kill the chicken."

"No, you must not." Now it's finally time for Jiang Shuangling to come out and dissuade. If Wang Yunsheng comes home in high spirits and clamors to kill chickens, he still doesn't know what Comrade Wang Xiazhi will do. jump up.

Yesterday I saw Wang Xiazhi drying her clothes while worrying: "I'm so angry with this **** that my hair turns white."

"Still alive? Having this one at home is enough."

Jiang Shuangling felt the same way. She persuaded the three reserve men who wanted to kill chickens. As the flowers of the three motherland, they should actively open to the sun.

Instead of thinking about other things every day.

Touch the red **** on her body and be a sensible little koi.

"Come on, come, let's discuss what the teacher taught yesterday..."

Jiang Shuangling led the team and led the three children through the mountain fog. The surrounding green hills were covered with a layer of white fog, as if they were in a heavenly palace. Looking at the mist on the clear spring in the mountains, I couldn't help but think of the water mist scenery on the river at this time.

Thinking about it, she wanted to take her husband for a ride again in such foggy weather.

Of course, this should not be a drive, but a fog.

"Here, the three of you go to the classroom first. I'll have your class later."

After Jiang Shuangling separated from these three little brats, she immediately opened the water cup and drank several sips of water. She was really dry mouthed along the way.

The two children Qi Yue and Jiang Che were fine when they were together, but now there is another Wang Yunsheng, which is a change and development that has been multiplied. After one cub finished speaking, the other cub said, After the other brat finished speaking, another brat said...

It's like the gopher that keeps popping out, being hit and stunned in place for three seconds, after you hit one, another pops up, and the three rats are endless.

Two gophers can do something, and three gophers make the scalp tingling.

Jiang Shuangling thinks of the real-three mice that can only crawl and bark at home. When he grows up a bit, will it be more troublesome.

Before coming to class, Jiang Shuangling had almost finished reading all the art books, and also planned the course schedule for the students in the book, she walked into the first class , to start his own way as an elementary school art teacher.

I will study art with Teacher Xiao Jiang.

Jiang Shuangling nodded with a gentle smile and said nothing. She took the children to class. After the class was over, there were a lot of beautiful chalk drawings on the blackboard, and she was not willing to let the next teacher come. wipe.

Of course, it was eventually wiped off.

Jiang Shuangling finished one class and went to another class. There were about a dozen or twenty students in one class. The course was actually quite good. Take two art classes.

After art class, yes, she'll be waiting for music class.

She is an art teacher who is a part-time music teacher. It is said that the former music teacher was another young female teacher. Now I heard that Jiang Shuangling was coming, so she gave half of the music lessons to her. .

At the moment, all the elementary school teachers can teach everything, and some of them teach in other ways. Of course, for art classes, of course, certain art skills are still required.

As for music lessons…

Jiang Shuangling rushed the ducks to the shelves to go to music class.

She also prepared a little lesson on how to be a music teacher. Not to mention, she still learned the basics of vocal music when she was a child, and also learned the pipa for a period of time.

After a morning of class, Jiang Shuangling only felt exhausted. She originally thought that it would be a very easy thing to teach elementary school students a simple art class, but this was not the case. At the beginning of school, I saw the new teacher again. These little brats were excited one by one, and they surrounded the new teacher and asked questions.

"Mr. Jiang, you are so beautiful."

"Mr. Jiang, are you married?"

"Can Mr. Jiang draw a picture for me..."

"Mr. Jiang..."

…

After class, groups of dwarfs surrounded her. Although the tender flowers of the motherland were very cute, the sharp voices of the children were indeed very harsh. Jiang Shuangling dealt with it patiently. These little guys.

After she finished dealing with it, she felt that the word Teacher Xiao Jiang made her a little scared.

I had lunch at the school at noon, and it was cooked by two teachers. This elementary school plus Jiang Shuangling has a total of five girls, two boys, seven teachers, and Principal Jiang, who has something to do with other teachers. From time to time, Principal Jiang would sometimes help substitute classes.

It is said that Principal Jiang has taken art and music lessons before.

The school's meals are neither delicious nor unpalatable, lacking in oil and meat, but Jiang Shuangling ate a large bowl with great appetite, dealing with children is more exhausting than working on a boat or something .

After the two children, Qi Yue and Jiang Che, finished eating, they chased after the group of children. These little cubs were really full of energy.

The skipping rope skipping after school, the eagle catching the chick, and the girls lying on the ground to take color paintings, and the girls throwing stones...

Jiang Shuangling admires the energy of the children, and regrets that she is not wearing red underwear, so she lacks energy today.

Several other teachers came to her and said a few words, "You are the new teacher Jiang, right? You are teaching art? You are so beautiful, you all learn to paint for a long time. look good."

"You have a great voice too."

"Are you married?"

"I'm married and I have children."

The female teacher who asked her was surprised, "Ah? You look so young, yet you are married and have children?"

"Not at all like someone who has had children."

In the afternoon, Jiang Shuangling took a mixed class of art and music. After two or three classes tomorrow, she will be able to finish her task.

"Being a teacher is really hard." Jiang Shuangling sighed.

After school, the children left first, and the teacher was still there to serve the chicks, ducks and piglets. Jiang Shuangling went to help wash the pig grass, and followed Qiyue and their class teacher Chen Xi to cook pigs Food.

Jiang Shuangling stood in front of the cauldron and poured it into the cauldron to cook according to the usual cooking style, stirring solemnly.

Mr. Chen with short hair looked at her and smiled, "You are cooking pig food, I don't know what soup you are cooking."

"It smells good!"

Jiang Shuangling was choked by her sudden fragrance, "Actually, it's really fragrant, pigs can eat it, can people eat it?"

"Another sweet potato stick."

Mr. Chen laughed, "Mr. Jiang, I'll go get something in the classroom."

Chen Xi turned around and went to the upstairs classroom, Jiang Shuangling continued to stir her pig food solemnly, and regardless of whether she got rich by raising pigs in the 1970s, at least she improved her food first.

After all, it’s a bit fresh to cook it for the first time.

At this moment, a young female teacher in a blue dress walked towards her.