The Female Partner Refuses To Be Cannon Fodder

Jiajia swallowed the food in her mouth: "Dangdan, you won't be able to talk until you finish eating the food in your mouth. Don't do this next time."

Taotao served herself a bowl of soup: "Sister, it's so sweet."

Huzi raised his eyebrows: "My sweet sister is not sweet, but the fish soup is a bit sweet. My grandma likes to eat the fish soup made by sweet sister. Shall we go fishing for fish tomorrow? Grandma is getting older, so we should eat more."

Listening to the children’s childish words, Jiang Chan served Grandpa Tian from time to time, and Qi Yiming was eating well by herself. Jiang Chan didn’t care about him, and she didn’t use public chopsticks. If she behaves too outrageously, then Someone should be sour.

"We study in the afternoon, and I have to assess it every day."

Huzi raised his hand: "Sister sweet, what about teaching us to recognize acupuncture points in the afternoon?"

"I haven't forgotten, I will teach you again after all the assessments are passed." Jiang Chan said, and glanced at Qi Yiming without a trace. Today, she will stop Qi Yiming no matter what.

Once he didn't suppress his arrogance today, he would definitely not be obedient. In this case, Jiang Chan's eyes flashed a little bit of treacherousness, don't blame her for killing chickens and cursing monkeys.

After lunch, the children washed the dishes, while Jiang Chan wiped the hall. Although it is a shabby room, it must be spotless.

After half an hour, the children sat down at the dining table. There was a shallow wooden box in front of each with light yellow fine sand. In order to survive, it has been very difficult, paper and pen are all I can't even think of.

Jiang Chan stood in front of a slate, holding a small stone in his hand, and the small stone wrote a line of writing on the slate. Jiang Chan's left hand is a first-grade textbook, which she asked the village chief to find in the town.

"We learned pinyin a few days ago, and today we learn to write, starting with our surname, our surname is Tian." Jiang Chan threw away the textbook and wrote the regular "Tian" character on the stone slab.

Although Tian Tian is weak and her writing is inevitably a bit vain, she can tell at a glance whether her writing is good or not. The barrage was praised again, Qi Yiming folded his arms and sat lazily on the side.

He thinks these are very simple, and they are not as attractive as mobile phones and computers. It's a pity that the director team took away his mobile phone, otherwise he wouldn't be here to attend the class.

After talking about the Tianzi, Jiang Chan began to talk about people, extending from one stroke to the next, and talked about how to behave in the world, the principles of life, and so on. No one would have thought that she could talk so much with this word.

When she talked about the rise, she would intersperse various short stories, and the children were fascinated by it. Even Qi Yiming, who was bored at first, gradually became fascinated.

Jiang Chan occasionally saw Qi Yiming, a smile flashed in his eyes, and it seemed that it was not hopeless.

At the end of the one-hour Chinese time, Jiang Chan taught a total of ten Chinese characters. After the children were able to write by themselves, Jiang Chan switched to teaching mathematics.

Mathematics is mainly all kinds of calculations, these are very simple.

Seeing that Jiang Chan is so strict, Niuniu's math problem has been wrong three times, and every time Jiang Chan asks him to correct and recalculate, Qi Yiming can't pass it.

"He is still young, why do you be so strict with them? He is only five or six years old, this level is quite good."

Jiang Chan touched Niuniu's head, the little boy's eye circles were a little red, and he wiped his eyes: "Don't blame sweet sister, sweet sister is good for me, I am too stupid."

Jiajia held Niuniu by the hand: "No, Niuniu is younger than us, so you learn a little slower, so you are not stupid."

Huzi bulged his mouth: "It is a good thing to be strict."

Jiang Chan smiled and said, "My requirements are very strict. I either don't do it or do it well. If I don't lay a good foundation, I won't be able to go far in future studies."

She squeezed her little face: "I am not their parents, but since we hug each other to keep warm, then I must work hard to consider their future. Indulgence is not caring, strict requirements are."

"Niu Niu, we will encounter all kinds of difficulties in the future. Tears will not change any problems. We need to calm down and think slowly. One day we will overcome these difficulties. Just like this question, if you think about it, you It can be done for sure."

Niuniu blinked his big watery eyes. He was the youngest of these people. He was only five years old, and it was inevitable that he couldn't keep up with his thinking. Jiang Chan would not relax his requirements just because of Niuniu, she would treat him equally.

With everyone's encouragement, Niuniu looked at the question on the slate, pulled his fingers, and finally figured out the correct answer. Jiang Chan showed a big smile: "I know you can do it! You are not stupid at all, you are awesome!"

New-New New laughed suddenly, tears still hung on his eyelashes, and he looked cute and pitiful.

Seeing the children's admiration for Jiang Chan, Qi Yiming muttered to himself: "Isn't indulgence caring?"

Jiang Chan patted Niu Niu's little hand: "Parents' beloved son ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is for far-reaching purposes. Not to mention training children to become useful, at least adults, right? One cannot restrain one's temper well and restrain oneself well. One's own **** and reckless behavior are not a lack of family education."

Qi Yiming lowered his head, Jiang Chan's words were a bit profound. He was fifteen years old, and he didn't understand many of them. But he understood one sentence, that is, in Jiang Chan's eyes, he is a person with a lack of family education.

Seeing that the children were not in the hall and facing Jiang Chan alone, Qi Yiming was under a lot of pressure. He licked the corners of his lips: "Don't think that I don't know, you treat them better than me? You don't like me! What good are those little kids?"

Jiang Chan smiled rather than smiled: "You are still very keen, I do think you are not pleasing to your eyes. It is my subjective will to like you or not, and others can't interfere. Why should I like a grumpy and impolite person?"

"No matter how rich you are, do I eat your rice and drink your water? Our personalities are equal, and there will be no change because of the disparity in our family."

Holding a damp cloth, Jiang Chan slowly wiped off the writing on the slate.

"I will not treat you differently because you have money, just as I will not feel inferior to you because of our poverty. Maybe many people will approach you because of your money and your family in the first place. , But you can go on for a long time, or because of your own ability and character, so you tell me now, what makes me treat you differently?"

"My family is rich! Rich as you can't imagine!" Qi Yiming said with a straightened chest, very confident.

Jiang Chan collected the pebbles: "You are awesome! So what? Is your dad's money yours? Is it your own money?"