When I was fleeing famine with supplies, I was caught by a rough man and gave birth to three childre

"Bring him to the front yard and I will interrogate him personally." After saying this, Tang Jian turned to look at Lin Zao.

"Why don't you, madam, go back to your room and rest first, and then I'll tell you after my husband has finished asking questions?"

Lin Zao thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's okay, I just happened to go over and watch the children write."

The couple separated.

Lin Zao asked his servants to take down the things from the carriage and put the sweet-scented osmanthus, glutinous rice, lotus root and various snacks on plates, which would be ready to eat when the children came over after writing the big characters.

Let the maid wash the new clothes bought for them. The weather dries quickly and the children can wear new clothes tomorrow morning.

After giving all the instructions, Lin Zao went to the study room, thinking that the children should have all been tidied up.

Sure enough, when she came over, several children were already sitting inside and starting to write.

Seeing their mother coming over, Hutou and Yaya immediately sat up straight and started writing seriously.

Lin Zao walked to the middle of Chen Wen and Ma Qingping first. They both sat upright. Although they were still very thin, it did not affect their movements of holding pens and they were very stable.

When they were on the carriage before, Lin Zao and the others knew that both of them were literate. This was the first time that Lin Zao could write today.

Lin Zao first read Chen Wen's handwriting. Lin Zao was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Chen Wen's handwriting was already quite impressive at such a young age.

As the saying goes, seeing words is like seeing people. Although Chen Wen's handwriting is not very beautiful, it is very flowing and coherent, and there is a kind of calmness and restraint between the lines.

Lin Zao nodded and did not disturb him.

Then he turned around and looked at Ma Qingping on the other side.

Ma Qingping's calligraphy is a bit immature compared to Chen Wen, but there is a hint of sharpness in the words where the edge is hidden and the pen is closed. It seems that the hatred in this child's heart has not been resolved yet.

Lin Zao thought about it and guessed that the people he hated should be Chen Wen's father and stepmother.

After all, his family died to protect the Chen family, and he was harmed like this by the Chen family. It was right for him to hate him.

Lin Zao thought that he should enlighten the child more in the future, lest he accidentally walk into a dead end in the future and blame Chen Wen for everything, causing trouble for his brother Yan Qiang.

As for his hatred, perhaps only personal revenge can untie the knot between the two children.

As elders, what they can do now is to teach them more life-saving methods. Only when they are strong can they do what they want to do.

Lin Zao thought about the relationship between Chen Wen and Ma Qingping during this period and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Ma Qingping still relies heavily on Chen Wen, and she doesn't see anything that Ma Qingping is not angry with Chen Wen. If she and Tang Jian teach her well in the future, nothing will happen.

Lin Zao had already thought about how to teach these two children in the future, so he relaxed and walked around between Hutou and Yaya.

The two of them had just learned how to read, and it only took them more than half a year.

The handwriting is still a bit crooked and chubby.

Lin Zao would accompany them to practice calligraphy for a while on weekday evenings, so he knew their learning progress very well.

She didn't say anything, just took out a book from the bookshelf, sat on a chair nearby to read, and practiced calligraphy with her four children.

About half an hour later, Chen Wen and Ma Qingping had finished writing. Seeing that Hutou and Yaya were still writing, they couldn't stop, so they continued writing.

Lin Zao didn't stop him when he saw this. The children consciously wrote more, which was a good thing.

After another stick of incense, Hutou and Yaya were finally finished.