C12 Spartan Private School

The woman in black frowned and wanted to get married, but the woman in white brewed new wine with great joy.

Liao Qiuhua had watched the entire process, and the others didn't know how to brew the wine either. Since Liao Qiuhua had made the wine once, they naturally listened to her.

The people from the second and eldest branch saw this. Some of them did what they had to do on shore, some came up to help, and most of them advised him not to do such a thankless task.

The Third Branch did not dare to give an example of Liao Qiuju selling wine previously. After listening to all sorts of exhortations, Liao Qingqing and Madame Zhao could not help but feel a little worried.

That night, after Liao Qingqing went to the private school to do the rest of the work, Mrs Zhao took Liao Qiuju to be a woman.

Mrs Zhao was absent-minded. After sitting for a while, she put it down.

Liao Qiuju was very focused on being a girl. She had never learned this in her previous life, but in this life, she had learned quite a few things from the Zhao family. The skills of a girl were not bad.

"Autumn chrysanthemum, tell me, is this fruit wine really that easy to sell? I just feel a little guilty. If I can't sell it, I'll be laughed at. " Mrs Zhao asked.

Liao Qiuju chuckled, "Mother, the wine has already been brewed. What's the use of worrying about it now?" And are you afraid of being laughed at? Other people will laugh, but we won't lose a piece of meat. "

Mrs Zhao nodded and said, "That is reasonable. It's just that your mother is a little worried. If everything that has happened will go to waste, then your father will feel the pinch. "

Liao Qiuju smiled and said, "This time, I used the fruit wine residue from last time to ferment. I don't even use Dad's white wine for five jugs."

Mrs Zhao said, "But you added a lot of white sugar. Those are all money."

Liao Qiuju smiled bitterly and explained, "Anyway, this money was earned from selling wine last time. Father did not lose a single cent of the money in his pocket. The one who should be in pain is me, right? "

Mrs Zhao continued, "Then tell me, will this fruit wine be sold for money?"

"Yes. Mother, don't worry. I think you're not feeling sorry for those white sugar, you just want to quickly sell it. " Liao Qiuju saw through Mrs Zhao's perturbed thoughts.

Mrs Zhao pretended to be angry as she patted Liao Qiuju. Seeing that it was late, she coaxed her to sleep.

At night, Liao Qiujie could still hear Mrs Zhao talking to Liao Qingqing. She stuffed all the words she had said into Liao Qingqing's mouth, so as to reassure her.

The private school was simple, but clean. This morning, there were women who came to clean up. Today was the first day of private school, so they were prepared to begin classes.

In the small room, a statue of Buddha could not be moved and had to stay. In front of the Buddha statue was a wooden table and a ruler. It could also be considered a teacher's table.

Beyond them were some small wooden tables, which were about twice as short as the table before them. Each of the small wooden tables had a small stool. These were all sat on by the students, and the workmanship was very rough.

These wooden tables and chairs were probably even worse than the furniture in ordinary people's houses. They were all made by men from the village, so it was good that they could use them.

Mister won't be here until the afternoon, and he's still teaching at the house of the big landowner in the next village. He could only come here to teach a few words once he had finished teaching his lessons and was free.

It was only because of this that he managed to persuade that mister to go ahead with the plan, even though he was pleading with his grandfather to tell his grandma. If the village were willing to spend some money, it would be much better for everyone to hire a proper gentleman than this temporary one, and the children would be able to study.

Liao Qiujie brought Liao Qiujun to get familiar with this place as she thought to herself that if she earned enough money in the future, she would definitely find a teacher for her to study properly.

"Sis, don't worry. I'll definitely be able to learn a single word today. I'll teach you when I get back." Liao Qiujun knew that his parents did not allow his sister to study here, so he patted his chest in agreement.

Liao Qiuhua looked at the eight-year-old kid and scolded him, "Mister has to teach me five words every day, but you only have to learn one to deal with me? Do you dare to have any prospects!? "

Liao Qiujun said helplessly, "Sis, everyone in the village has said that learning the word is too difficult. It's a blessing to be able to learn even one. I'm afraid I don't remember the word. "

Liao Qiuju was speechless. So in his eyes, learning was like learning, the remaining three words were for you to eat?

He had to think of a way to deal with this himself.

Liao Qiuju's eyes flashed, and then she pulled Liao Qiujun over to the stream.

She found a tile and dug out some soft mud, which she spread out on top of it. In this way, the words written on it could be stored for a period of time, and he would be able to take another look at them when he forgot how to write them.