Chapter 7

Song Yao patted himself and stood up. When he was about to take his baby chickens to another place for a feast, he finally found He Junwen behind him.

"Hey! Hello, Teacher He!" The child greeted politely.

He Junwen glanced at the five chickens in the bushes who were unaware of their future fate and were happily looking for insects to eat: "...Hello."

She noticed that Song Yao's little eyes were glancing at the gong in her hand, and smiled and raised it to show him: "In the future, I will beat the gong when the class is about to start, and you will know that the class is about to start when you hear the sound."

Song Yao had heard about it from the village party secretary before, so it was not surprising at this moment. He just nodded obediently and looked at the watch on He Junwen's hand curiously: "Teacher, what time is it now?"

He Junwen didn't know what was going on, so he raised his hand and looked: "One thirty-five."

Song Yao's eyes brightened.

He had only heard of watches before, and this was the first time he saw it. It was really strange. It was obviously used to tell time like a clock, but the watch was small, while the clock was so big.

I was so curious, I really wanted to open it and see what was inside.

But it was Teacher He's watch, so no matter how much Song Yao wanted to open it, he could only say goodbye to Teacher He with regret.

It was almost time for class, and he had to send his chickens back. It was far away from the village like this, and there might be weasels stealing chickens.

He Junwen didn't know that Song Yao had just thought about her watch. She watched the child walk in front, and the five hens with smooth fur followed behind.

One person and five chickens left in harmony.

She:...Children are amazing.

When the students came to class again in the afternoon, they all knew that Teacher He would ring the gong ten minutes before class.

Everyone was very excited and thought it was something worth bragging about. After class, they gathered together and enthusiastically discussed how much impact the "teacher ringing the gong to notify ten minutes before school" had brought to their village.

Song Yao also blew the gong: "Our school must be the first to ring the gong to go to school, the first one."

Other children immediately:

"Wow!"

"Our school is so awesome!"

Song Yao proudly: "Just as awesome as my parents being the first to divorce in the county."

Other children:

"Wow!"

"Our school is as awesome as the first to divorce my parents!"

"We are so awesome!"

Teacher He, who was passing by with a big teacup: ...

Forget it, she doesn't understand the world of children.

After boasting, Song Yao thought of watches, and he knocked on 005: [I also want a watch, but I can't afford it. What do you think about me making one myself? ]

005: [You don't seem to know how to make a watch yet. ]

Song Yao: [Learn it, just like I can't make a spaceship now, but I will definitely learn it in the future. ]

He was super confident, and 005 didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He searched for the course and told him: [Host, you only need to learn to the 2nd level. ]

Song Yao knew that the learning system divided the courses into levels. He thought for a moment: [I am in level 1 now, right?]

005: [Yes.]

[Then the next level is it!] The child was happy all of a sudden. He could still do a simple math problem like 1 plus 1 equals 2.

005 did some calculations and felt that this was correct.

Although there are at least 99 courses in a level, and the number of courses will increase dramatically as the level rises, it is not important. Which learning system is not like this?

Finding that he was only a little bit away from being able to make a watch by himself, Song Yao's enthusiasm for learning was high. Not only did he study hard and seriously for an afternoon, but he also ran to the yard to write on the ground when he got home.

005 happily looked at the prompts of [Learning Degree +1] [Learning Degree +1], and encouraged Song Yao from time to time: [Host, you only need 100 learning degrees to afford the "Fishing Tools Collection". 】

Song Yao, who had wanted to put down the stick and play for a while, immediately cheered up again and tried to write on the ground.

Song's father came back covered up tightly, holding a basket of honeycombs in his hands. Seeing his son like this, he was very happy: "Little boy, playing with ants again."

As expected of his son, he played with ants so seriously.

Song Yao turned his head and saw his father. He immediately threw away the stick and ran forward to see the honeycombs in his basket: "Dad, there are so many honeycombs, you are so awesome!"

Song's father became more and more proud: "That's right, Dad will get the honey out tonight, and we can all eat honey in the future."

Song Yao instantly forgot what he had to learn, followed his father step by step, watched him pour the honeycombs into the basket, and asked admiringly:

"Where did you find it? I also looked when I went to school today, and I didn't see any."

Song's father immediately boasted.

He ran around for these beehives today. After he had poked almost all the beehives in the village, he thought about it and ran to the mountain again. He really saw a large beehive on a cliff, but there were too many bees, so he only got a part of it down.

You know, he hasn't worked so hard for a long time. He felt sore in his waist and legs after a day, and he fell down because he was too happy to look at the road when he went down the mountain. But there is no need to tell his son about this kind of thing that affects his majestic image.

Song Yao's eyes sparkled when he heard it, and he said nice things without asking for money: "Dad, you are so awesome, other people's dads are not as awesome as you, no wonder Zhao Xiaodong always wants you to be his dad."

He said this sincerely, and the children in the village envied him for having a dad who was willing to play with him.

Father Song was proud, not feeling his waist ache or legs weak, and said proudly: "Of course, if Dad wasn't great, could he have given birth to such a smart son like you? Come, let's make honey together."

When Grandpa Song and Grandma Song came back from the field, they found that the father and son were sticking together in the yard to make honey. They were working and talking nonstop, praising each other.

For a while, the atmosphere in the whole yard was quite warm.

Grandma Song was speechless for a moment. Seeing that they hadn't stopped mumbling, but they hadn't stopped working, she didn't care.

She went to pull the bellows to cook, while Grandpa Song arranged the farm tools neatly, and then looked at the father and son who were bragging to each other, and complained in his heart: What are you bragging about? There is no method at all. They didn't even check if there was anything at home to put honey, but they made so much honey, and they were so happy to praise each other.

Looking at the attitude of his son and grandson, it is unknown how much honey will be produced today. If they want to put honey, they need a utensil that can hold water, but they only have one basin at home.

As his son and grandson are unreliable, Grandpa Song can only go outside with a knife, intending to cut a thick bamboo to make a few bamboo buckets to put honey.

When he passed by the busy Song Yao and his father, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but there were too many things to say, so he held back his words and walked out slowly and quietly.

Hey, this family still depends on him.

Song Yao looked up and saw the back, and asked curiously: "Dad, where is Grandpa going?"

Song's father also looked up and said: "Maybe he went out for a walk."

There are still many old men walking in the village at this time.

Song Yao immediately found the bright spot with surprise: "Then we work while grandpa plays, aren't we more hardworking than grandpa?"

Song's father also laughed: "Yes, our youngest son is the most hardworking."

He glanced at Grandma Song quietly, leaned close to his son's ear and whispered: "Your grandpa and grandma are old, I tell you that this family still depends on us, we have to work hard, especially you, you have to study hard, and get into college in the future, this family depends on you."

Song Yao felt that he was entrusted with an important task, and immediately straightened his chest and promised: "I will definitely study hard! I want our whole family to live on the stars."

Song's father: "... There is no need to go to the sky."

Grandma Song, who had just lit the fire, glanced at the two people who were inexplicably laughing and happy, and then looked at the honey she made, and knew what her husband was doing.

Thinking that although chopping bamboo does not take a long time, it is particularly physically demanding, she thought about it and took a bamboo tube to get some honey water and went out.

Grandpa Song walked slowly, so Grandma Song caught up with him easily.

Seeing his wife bringing him honey water, he was very happy, so he pulled Grandma Song to talk:

"You see, he is talented, and he is not steady at all when working. It is good to bring back so much honey. Although we don't know whether honey can be drunk like sugar water for the youngest, we can still drink such sweet things every day even if they are useless. So I am still very happy that he brought back so much. But I am not saying anything bad about him. Such a big boy is not steady at all, and he doesn't learn more from me. How can he only know how to make honey without checking whether there is anything at home? In the end, he still has to rely on me as a father to support him..."

Grandma Song listened to her husband's chatter as usual. As they were talking, a young man from the village walked over here. Grandpa Song shut up immediately when he saw him.

The young man smiled and greeted the two: "Uncle, aunt."

Grandpa Song nodded, and was particularly taciturn.

Grandma Song rolled her eyes quietly.

There are three people in the family. The son and grandson can talk to anyone, just like the birds in the sky. Let them go, they can say a lot of things.

The old man loves face and thinks that talking too much makes him look unstable. He talks one word at a time to everyone.

But when he talks to her alone, it's like opening a floodgate to release the flood. Grandma Song watched him say nothing during the day and talk when he entered the house at night.

She seriously suspected that her husband insisted on building the house and letting the son and grandson have a separate room far away from the main house just to make it easier for him to talk to her at night.

In summary, none of them are reliable.

This family still depends on her.