Chalkboards are not difficult to make.

Just find a wooden board and cover it with black ink, and it should be done.

But soon, Song Juan realized that she thought things were too simple.

The template is easy to find, but the black ink is hard to find.

Although there is some ink at home, it is not enough to cover an entire board.

Moreover, even if it is made into a blackboard, where will the chalk be found?

Also, if you suck in too much chalk dust, you are prone to respiratory diseases.

"Being a teacher is really a high-risk profession!"

Song Juan finally gave up the idea of ​​making a blackboard.

She didn't want to start to shine before she officially took office.

However, you can still continue practicing with your little nephews. After all, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Song Juan spread out the white paper brought back by her third brother, found the brush at home, and began to write big characters one by one, preparing to use it as a template for her nephew to follow.

The big characters were formed one by one under Song Juan's pen. They were not very beautiful, but at least they were square and square.

I think back in those days, Song Juan also took a calligraphy class.

Unfortunately, I was too playful and failed to learn anything.

But in this era, her calligraphy can be considered to be on the stage.

In addition to learning the basic words, Song Juan did not forget to write some slogans and slogans suitable for this era. After all, she should do as the Romans do.

"Oh, the word "my daughter" is so beautifully written!"

Li Guilan came out of the house and didn't hear Song Juan's movement, so she entered Song Juan's room. When she saw the big letters written by Song Juan, her eyes lit up.

Although she didn't know a few of these characters, she just thought her daughter's handwriting was beautiful.

"Mom, are you done?"

Song Juan put away her pen and looked at Li Guilan.

With a bright smile on her face, Li Guilan said, "No, isn't it time to cook?"

"Is it time?"

Song Juan was so absorbed in writing just now that she didn't notice the passage of time.

"No, it's time to make lunch!"

"Otherwise, when your father comes back, you will have to talk about it again!"

"Stop talking, you write slowly while mom goes to cook!"

Li Guilan quickly exited and went straight to the kitchen.

Song Juan put away the paper she had written on, as well as the brush and ink, and then ran to the kitchen to help Li Guilan cook.

"Oh, go and write, that's business!"

When Li Guilan saw Song Juan coming, she was ready to drive her back.

Song Juan quickly said: "Mom, I'm hungry too. Let's cook quickly!"

After hearing that her daughter was hungry, Li Guilan opened the cabinet and took out a batch of biscuits for Song Juan to cushion first.

"Mom, I don't want to eat cookies, I want to eat!"

"What's wrong!"

"Don't eat any cookies!"

Li Guilan glared at her daughter with disgust, knowing in her heart that this was Song Juan's excuse to help cook.

The two of them stopped talking nonsense and divided their labors to work together, quickly making lunch.

Song Laifu also got stuck and returned home. As soon as he washed his hands, the food was served.

"Master, how much firewood have you chopped?"

At the dinner table, Li Guilan talked to Song Laifu.

In this family, there is no rule about not talking when eating or sleeping. You can do whatever you want to feel comfortable.

"good!"

"The oak branches in the mountains are growing well this year. The fourth child and I will work hard and it will be enough for two or three days."

"Where are the pine needles that started the fire?"

"It's quite a lot."

"Don't worry about it. The fourth child and I have taken care of all these things."

"To put it lightly, can I not worry about it?"

Li Guilan glared at Song Laifu, "If it snows heavily and there is not enough firewood to burn, and I run to the mountains in the middle of winter, will I suffer any consequences?"

"I know. I'll go back and search in the mountains and bring back two tree roots and stakes. I'll make sure they're enough to burn!"

…

A meal, finished quickly.

Song Laifu didn't stay at home for long, so he smoked dry cigarettes and walked slowly to the mountains with his hands behind his back.

Song Juan also wanted to follow, but was driven back.

The reason is that she must study hard at home and pass the exam next spring to become a teacher.

Song Juan sighed, she actually really didn't want to be a teacher.

After all, her predecessor was uneducated and had no academic qualifications, which meant that she might have to do a good job as a temporary worker for several years.

"Perhaps, you can take the college entrance examination by yourself then?"

"Forget it, it's better not to bother!"

After reading so many years of books in my previous life, I still have to study in this life?

She was afraid that a donkey had kicked her in the head.

Song Juan returned to the room and continued writing large characters.

Li Guilan, on the other hand, went out to the vegetable garden and said she wanted to pick two cabbage plants.

Song Juan did not follow this matter.

In the middle of the afternoon, Li Guilan slowly turned around with two big cabbages in her arms.

Song Juan heard the noise and came out of the house.

"Mom, why did it take you so long?"

"Hey, I talked to your Aunt Chunhua for a while."

Li Guilan was in a good mood.

Song Juan dug out the information about Aunt Chunhua from the memory of her predecessor, and she felt bad.

Aunt Chunhua, whose surname is Mu, is well-known in her village as a talker, and the thing she does most is to work with matchmakers.

"Mom, what did you say to Aunt Chunhua?"

"Hehe, your godbrother Geng Wenxuan's marriage is about to be decided!"

As soon as Li Guilan said these words, Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid that her mother would go to Mu Chunhua to arrange a blind date for her.

"Mom, whose girl does Brother Wenxuan like?"

"An educated youth from our village!"

"Educated Youth?!"

Song Juan's eyes widened, and Ye Wanjun's name suddenly appeared in her mind.

If it was really Ye Wanjun, Song Juan felt that she had to quickly find a way to stay away from Banpo Village.

"Well, a girl named Li Wan."

"I heard from Aunt Chunhua that this girl is very good."

Li Guilan said with a smile.

Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief again.

Li Wan!

No impression!

However, as long as it is not Ye Wanjun, Song Juan has no objection to anyone.
To be continued...