Liu Dani's cooking skills in the evening are extraordinary, and the rabbit meat she makes has an aroma of knowledge, which may be related to her constant remarks during the cooking process that "the knowledge taught in the textbook is true".

Jian Qingtong's mouth was full of oil.

Braised rabbit meat, spicy rabbit head with a bowl of white rice, she can hardly bear it.

Tang Jun and Dajun Xiaobing were also smiling happily, which was similar to Chinese New Year.

Tang Guo also ate delicious meat porridge, and it can be said that everyone is happy.

However, Liu Dani was not at the kindness of Jian Qingtong, so she divided half of the rabbit's food and brought it home to eat with her husband.

After dinner, Jian Qingtong took a group of children to digest food in the yard.

The army pressed the water, and Xiaobing and Tang Jun together carried half a bucket of water and watered the vegetable garden with a water scoop.

Tang Jun didn't break his promise. He deliberately circled a small area and planted a cabbage by himself. From sowing to lifting the paper, watering, and pulling weeds, he did everything himself. Plant a gift for mom.

Jian Qingtong holds the drawing board and draws a simple cartoon in front of him every day. The layout is not large and concise, but the big-headed doll in the painting can be seen as Tang Jun at a glance, and the vegetable he is taking care of is also very clearly drawn.

It's just that the content is similar every day, and the children gradually lose interest. They just feel the same and nothing new.

After drawing several pictures one after another, Tang Jun suddenly discovered the mystery.

"It's moving! It's really moving! It's like watching a movie!"

Jian Qingtong looked at the children who were screaming, and quickly flipped the folded sheets of paper over and over again, almost rubbing out the burrs, and hurriedly laughed Stop their fussing behavior.

Tang Jun cherished and took away the drawing paper, carefully pressed it back under the thick stack of books, and ran back to admit the mistake to Jian Qingtong:

"Mom, I blame you, so you didn't perfunctory me, but seriously painted for me. I really like this! Mom has worked hard."

Rarely, the little man took the initiative to hug his mother and offered a sweet kiss with a red face.

Jian Qingtong kissed his brain back and said with a smile:

"This is your gift for growing vegetables for me. Let's cherish this happy time together, and we can relive our memories and gain more happiness in the future. But gifts are prepared. It's a long time, so be patient."

Tang Jun covered his head, his big phoenix eyes were shining, he nodded vigorously and said,

"No matter what happens in the future, I will be more patient and don't rush to a conclusion, it's not good to take it out of context. It's easy to cause misunderstandings."

Jian Qingtong touched his little head, and once again sighed that this child is really good, and she can sum up a set of principles by herself, and she always feels that she is actually the one who has been educated.

The soldier bit his finger enviously.

He has been familiar with Jian Qingtong in the past two days, and he came over and asked,

"Auntie, can you draw me a moving picture? I also come to water your vegetable field every day.

" It's not easy to ask people for things." Da Jun pulled his younger brother, looked at Jian Qingtong embarrassedly, but couldn't say anything to tell her not to take it seriously, he actually wanted it too.

Jian Qingtong did not answer directly, but said with a smile:

"This is actually very simple, can I teach you how to draw?"

"Can we learn it too?" Dajun's eyes lit up, and he quickly raised his hand to sign up, "I want to learn! "

I, I, I!" Xiao Bing jumped up and raised his hands higher than his brother.

"Me, me!" Tang Guo parroted like a parrot, and also joined in the fun.

Jian Qingtong felt that the amount of activity was almost the same, so she took a few small animals back to the study, took out the pen and paper, and started the most basic hand-painted animation tutorial.

"Let's draw a flower for you first."

Jian Qingtong drew the simplest flower bone with a few strokes, and then slowly drew page by page until the outer petals loosened a gap, and then stretched, and then the other petals opened one after another, and the whole flower was fully bloomed until the petals withered.

Each page is just a simple pattern outlined by two or three strokes, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to draw more than a dozen pages.

"It's finished, let's take a look."

Jian Qingtong stopped writing with satisfaction and closed the drawing book.

"I'll turn it over!" The

army had been waiting for a long time, grabbed the picture book immediately, and quickly went through it in his hand.

"Wow, the flowers are blooming!"

Even though he had just read Tang Jun's animation book of planting vegetables and saw this new work, Xiao Bing still exclaimed excitedly.

"Wow, Huahua!"

Tang Guo clapped his hands and giggled.

Tang Jun's eyes were bright and thoughtful.

"I understand!"

Suddenly he slapped the table, grabbed his pencil, and quickly drew on his sketchbook.

He drew very quickly and very simply. The first few pages only consisted of two simple bars. Then he expanded the range slightly and added a few more bars. The end of the horizontal bars on the last few pages began to bend outward, and he did not draw until the last page. A complete windy weather icon is displayed.

After he finished drawing, he put down his pencil, and couldn't wait to close the book and quickly flip through it. A brewing gale vividly showed.

"Haha, I succeeded! Look, Mom, I succeeded!"

Tang Jun handed over the painting book with a look of praise.

Jian Qingtong took it over to check it out, and had a deeper feeling for the child's intelligence, nodded and said,

"Well done. Congratulations, you succeeded!"

The army and the soldiers also took a look at it curiously, and praised Tang Jun a few words in amazement, their eyes full of eagerness to try.

Tang Guo's performance was the most direct, begging her brother over and over again to bloom and show her.

The big army and the small soldiers got together to discuss what they would like to draw.

The big army is more stable, and conservatively wants to start with thunder, lightning and rain; the small soldiers are more aggressive, and they say that they want to draw eight and fight devils on the road.

He admires heroes the most. He just watched the Anti-Japanese War movie at school two days ago, and the heat has not passed.

Jian Qingtong let them discuss freely for a while, and called to stop to see if it was too early, announcing the start of the evening self-study time.

Tang Jun took the lead in putting away the drawing book, took out his homework, and sat upright to start writing.

The army also quickly entered the state.

Xiao Bing still couldn't sit still, but under the leadership of his older brother and younger brother, he also took out his homework to write.

Jian Qingtong did not scold him, but waited to see the reactions of Tang Jun and Da Jun.

Tang Jun has no distractions and continues to do his homework without interruption. His writing speed is fast and his handwriting is neat.

Dajun raised his head and glared at his inattentive brother, looked at the blank workbook in front of him, and motioned him to do his homework quickly, not to think about it.

Xiao Bing took the pen and wrote a few words.

Jian Qingtong felt quite satisfied, at least these children were at peace with each other and did not make noise.

Jian Qingtong stuffed Tang Guo with a color literacy painting book, pushed the small group's special armchair forward, and held the desk against her.

That's right, there is also a place for Tang Guo on the desk, and the sense of participation is full.

Fortunately, the desk is big enough for several people to sit down.

Jian Qingtong settled down the little dumpling, took a photo of Xiaobing's slumped back, corrected his sitting posture and the wrong pen-holding posture, held his hand and wrote the word "rain" in the correct stroke order, and encouraged him. He smiled, then let go of his hand and went back to his seat to sit down.

Xiao Bing twisted like a worm, and he was no longer as loose as before. He wanted to fish, but seeing how the other people were all serious about studying and studying, he hesitated, and then he bit the bullet and started writing his homework.

The desk was a rectangle of about one meter square. Jian Qingtong and Tang Guo sat next to each other on the same long side. On the left was Tang Jun, who occupied a wide side by himself, and on the opposite side were the two soldiers.

She Jian Qingtong first took out a newspaper and browsed it quickly, then took the Xinhua dictionary, silently recited ten pages, and then took out the letter paper to write a reply to her family.

Rao is that she considers herself to be a professional hydrologist, but she is still numb when writing letters from home.

My cousin's letter has been written in four pages. If she doesn't reply to four or five pages, she will always feel sorry for the enthusiasm and hard work of others, and she seems to be a little ignorant of praise.

Jian Qingtong racked her brains to write for almost an hour, and she just grinded out a four-and-a-half-page letter in reply, greatly relieved.

This is still the result of her deliberately writing the font one size larger and expanding the word spacing by one millimeter.

She is so difficult.

Jian Qingtong habitually checked the typos from the beginning, folded them up and put them aside after confirming that they were correct.

Seeing that it was not early, Tang Guo had slept in the armchair without knowing what to do.

Jian Qingtong carefully picked up the little dumpling and asked the other three in a low voice:

"Have you finished your homework? Go to the toilet again, come back for activities, Tang Jun will practice boxing for half an hour, and then eat supper." The

soldier raised his hand . Q:

"What about us?"

Jian Qingtong said casually:

"You can practice martial arts together if you want, you can continue reading and painting, and you can go home and sleep."

Xiao Bing jumped up excitedly and called out,

"I want to paint . Da

Jun hesitated for a while. He took a gym class during the day, ran several laps and learned to play basketball. His legs were a little sore and he didn't want to move very much.

"Tang Jun, I heard that you can play musical instruments, can you teach me?"

Tang Jun said generously:

"I have a flute and a harmonica at home. Which one do you want to learn?"

Da Jun thought about it and said, "Let's try the flute

first?" Tang Jun ran over to get his flute. Jian Qingtong was a little worried. The novice learning an instrument was a ruthless destruction to bystanders. "Shh! Guoguo is asleep, and it's noisy to play the flute. Tang Jun, you draw the basic fingerings. Dajun will take the flute home and practice it yourself first, right?" Dajun looked at Tang Guo who seemed to be disturbed, and hurriedly nodded. Head agreed. The soldier followed him home. Tang Jun rode his own horses without supervision, and Jian Qingtong carried Tang Guo back to the house, poured warm water on her face, and wiped her hands and feet. The little dumpling frowned and pouted to cry. Jian Qingtong held the baby bottle in her arms, and the little guy fell asleep again without sucking twice. Jian Qingtong took the milk bottle, tucked the quilt for her, and gently closed the bedroom door and came out. Tang Jun was still jogging, and his posture had not moved. Jian Qingtong didn't bother him, sat back at the desk, took out the sewing kit, and reinforced Tang Jun's schoolbag strap again. The child fought with someone a few days ago. The straps of the schoolbag were torn loose and he didn't make a sound. He secretly took the pins and fastened them, as well as the buttons of his clothes. If it wasn't for her to take a second look today, she really wouldn't have noticed the difference. Tang Jun steadied his horse's stride, and looked here uncontrollably. The way his mother sews clothes for him is so beautiful! Should he also take out the tattered clothes hidden in the closet? Those clothes are actually new, not worn twice. But mom will work hard, right? Tang Jun was entangled, looking here one by one.

Jian Qingtong raised his eyes to look at the past, he immediately retracted his eyes, and continued to concentrate on practicing.

Jian Qingtong was accustomed to handcrafting, and the needlework was very decent. He quickly sewed the belt of the schoolbag, and added two stitches to all the openings, especially the five-pointed star on the cover of the schoolbag, which was about to be pulled off.

After mending the schoolbag and sewing the buttons, Jian Qingtong folded the clothes and put them aside.

Considering the danger of carrying a shoulder bag for a long time, Jian Qingtong thought about making a backpack for Tang Jun.

In the future, there will be more books and the schoolbag will be heavier, and the shoulder bag will bear more even force when carrying it, which can avoid the harm of sloping shoulders to a certain extent.

Even if Tang Jun doesn't like it, he can give it back to Tang Guo, and it won't be wasted.

There are ready-made backpacks in her space, but they are too big for children to carry, so they have to be remade.

Tomorrow, when no one is around, she will sew with a hand-held sewing machine, and it won't take long to do it.

Jian Qingtong put the folded clothes in the kang cabinet in the east house, and accidentally discovered the little boy's little secret.

She found a few clothes hidden deep in the corner, and found that either the pockets were torn off and half pulled, the buttons were missing, or the elbows and knees were knocked out, in short, none of them were neat.

She sighed silently, knowing what happened to these clothes without asking.

Obviously, Tang Yuanzheng didn't find any abnormality in the child, he was too busy.

Jian Qingtong opened the two cabinets next to her and found that Tang Guo's clothes were all in good condition, both inside and outside, with all seasons, and they looked brand new;

while Tang Yuanzheng's wardrobe on the far side was beyond her expectations. Except for a few coats and trousers intact, the clothes inside were more or less patched.

Does this man eat clothes?

Jian Qingtong complained silently, took out all the clothes with ugly patches, and called out to him in his heart!

Some people look glamorous and noble on the outside, but they are tattered like beggars on the inside.

What does he save so much money for? Is it a miser who likes to save money?

That's not right, looking at the outfits he arranged for the two children, it's quite generous.

Maybe he doesn't care about himself? The training task is heavy, and the clothes and shoes wear out quickly, so just do it?

Fortunately, his clothes were clean, otherwise she wouldn't care.

Jian Qingtong slandered, and returned to the study with a pile of clothes to continue sewing.

Tang Jun squeezed a little to collect the work, and he was not breathing evenly, so he ran over and stretched his neck anxiously, afraid that his mother would discover the ragged clothes he had hidden.

If your good clothes are damaged, you will be scolded.

Jian Qingtong happened to be mending his trousers, the holes on both knees had been mended, and he was mending the holes in his buttocks.

"Ah, Mom, these trousers are too torn to wear, so don't mend them."

Tang Jun recognized the most ripped trousers at a glance, his face flushed red, and he reached out to pull the trousers.

This pull revealed the mystery of the knee.

He stared at the living puppy on one knee and the bones on the other, wide-eyed in amazement.

"Mom, did you sew this? Take a good look!"

Jian Qingtong glanced at him, knotted the needle and thread in his hand to hide the thread, cut the needle and thread, and handed him the mended trousers:

"Do you like it?"

Tang Jun touched With the bright red TJ letters on his left buttocks, he asked curiously,

"What does this mean? I know, it's my name, right? Thank you Mom, I really like it!"

Jian Qingtong smiled:

"Just like it . ."

Said and handed him a bag of sandwich bread:

"Are you hungry, can you eat this? I'm a little busy."

In fact, I came back to take a shower and didn't want to go to the kitchen, cough.

Tang Jun took it sensible and said in a good mood:

"I love bread. Did my mother buy it for me? Thank you, mother. You don't have to rush to wear these clothes. Mom doesn't have to hurry. Mom has worked hard.

" This sweet little sweet bean warmed up, picked up another pair of trousers, and turned them directly to the knees, as expected, there were two more holes.

She casually asked,

"What kind of pattern do you like?"

Tang Jun glanced at the puppy patch on his trousers that had been patched, and said, "Anything is fine, I like everything my mother

embroidered!"

Embroidered a puppy because he is a dog, right? And the letters of his name, which my mother specially designed for him! So happy!

Jian Qingtong glanced at the puppy pattern in his eyes, and nodded knowingly:

"Well, I'll embroider the puppy for you."

Anyway, there are many kinds of dogs, golden retriever, Erha, Bianmu, Tibetan Mastiff, etc., all of them. Clothes are enough.

"Okay! I like puppies!" The

little guy was in high spirits, and his voice all floated up.

Jian Qingtong glanced at him and said nothing.

When Tang Jun finished eating a sandwich bread with mango sauce and his sweat was almost gone, Jian Qingtong put him in a big bathtub with hot water to take a bath.

Tang Jun was a little shy and insisted on washing himself.

Jian Qingtong went out.

Tang Jun quickly came out of the wash, and Jian Qingtong wiped his hair. Seeing that it was still dry, he told him to sit in the bed and read the storybook for a while.