After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Baolizi just rubbed Dabao's head and hit it, it didn't hurt at all.

But Dabao covered his head, pretending to be in pain and wailing: "It hurts, it hurts, Aunt Qi, you are so cruel, how could you hit me on the head like this."

"If you beat me silly and forget where to bury you, how am I going to dig you out?"

Xiang Ci gritted his teeth and gave him two more chestnuts, then quickly walked to Sanya: "Sanya, let me see what you wrote."

I don’t want to talk too much to a little kid who doesn’t understand.

Sanya pursed her lips and smiled softly, and handed the big words she wrote to Xiang Ci: "Sister Qi, do you think what I wrote is okay?"

Xiang Ci took the big calligraphy and nodded repeatedly: "Well, yes, the writing is very good. You have really worked hard to be able to write like this in such a short time."

Sanya smiled and arched her eyebrows: "Well, Brother Six said so too."

Sixth brother?

Sixth brother!

Xiang Ci was surprised that Xiang Xinjin also guided Sanya.

After all, in her understanding, teaching Dabao to write was the business of Xiang Wan and Gu, and sometimes Cui would come to teach.

But the ones who came more often were grandma. In addition to taking care of the little baby at home, grandma also looked after the big baby.

Grandma is the daughter of a scholar. She reads a lot, and her handwriting is the best in the family.

Now at home every day, in order to pass the time, grandma often comes to teach Dabao and the others how to read and write.

Xiang Ci thought about her fourth sister and second sister-in-law, as well as her mother and fifth sister, but she never thought about her sixth brother.

Xiang Ci was surprised: "Sixth brother said the same thing. Does he come often?"

"I don't come often." Sanya replied, "He comes occasionally, but he often teaches the second sister, and the second sister teaches us."

Xiang Ci snorted and changed the subject: "Yes, it's very well written. Let me take a look at Siya's."

As for the matter between Brother Six and Erya, she let it develop without expressing any opinions.

Si Ya, who was watching eagerly, heard her name, and quickly handed the big characters to Xiang Ci with both hands, and sweetly shouted: "Sister Qi, these are the big characters written by me."

Xiang Ci took the large-character sticker, looked at it, and nodded: "Well, I'll catch up with your third sister soon."

Siya smiled and narrowed her eyes. Sanya touched her head to encourage her: "Siya, you are awesome."

Siya, who was praised by her third sister, smiled even more happily: "I can do it, third sister."

Wu Ya had already brought the big characters to Xiang Ci: "Sister Qi, and me, and me. Take a look at the big characters I wrote, okay? Have you caught up with Third Sister?"

Xiang Ci looked at the slightly misshapen characters with a smile on his face.

Don't hit a child. Praising her often is better than scolding her.

Xiang Ci held a large calligraphy sticker with one hand, touched Wuya's head with the other, and said in a low voice: "Wuya is also very good. Although you are not as good as the third sister, your calligraphy is also the best among people of your age."

Wuya understood. She wrote very well. No matter how hard she worked, she could write as well as the third sister.

She looked at Xiang Ci with a smile, admiration rolling in her eyes: "Sixth brother said that your handwriting is better than hers. Seventh sister, can you write a few words for me?"

The most beautiful calligraphy of the whole family is Yu's. Xiaoqi's handwriting was taught by Yu, so Xiaoqi's handwriting is similar to that of Yu's.

If you practice for another year or two, you can surpass Yu.

Xiang Xinjin admired and envied Xiaoqi's beautiful handwriting. He had obviously practiced it, but compared with Xiaoqi, he was still a little behind.

He never tells lies. He tells the truth about whose handwriting is good-looking and whose handwriting is not good-looking.

"Okay."

Xiang Ci replied, and just as he was about to take a brush to write, Liuya beside him had already happily handed over her big calligraphy: "Seventh Sister."

There is another one here, we can’t miss her.

Xiang Ci smiled and made himself smile more gently, so as not to scare the child: "Wow, Liuya's handwriting is as good as Dabao's."

They are all ghost drawings and chicken claws.

Because Dabao was young, although he became enlightened early, he wrote late.

Writing too early is not good for his fingers, so his family didn't let him get in touch with the brush early.

If you think about it, Dabao has only been practicing Chinese calligraphy for three months.

Although Liuya is older than Dabao, she has only been able to write large characters for less than two months.

It is absolutely correct to say that she has the same character as Dabao.

After hearing this, Liuya turned to look at Dabao and said with a smile: "Dabao, my handwriting is as beautiful as yours, are you happy?"

Dabao curled his lips: "What's so happy about this."

Liuya was startled for a moment and then said: "Our calligraphy is equally beautiful, aren't you happy?"

Dabao tilted his head and thought for a moment before answering her: "Aunt Qi said that our handwriting is equally ugly."

Xiang Ci: "..."

Damn boy, he's not smart when he should be smart, and he's very smart when he shouldn't be.

I really want to punch him.

Liuya groaned, and her eyes turned red when she looked at Xiang Ci: "Sister Qi, Dabao said you said our handwriting is ugly, is that true?"

"Of course not." Xiang Ci tried his best to smile and said something against his will, "Dabao and you are both great kids, very smart."

Xiang Ci didn't dare to say any more, lest he make the child cry, so he left quickly: "I have to leave first, write it carefully, and roast rabbit for you to eat."

Dabao came to life instantly and shouted: "Okay."

As for words and stuff, let's go for now, he just wants to eat cute rabbits.

Three Ya, four Ya and five Ya all responded obediently, but Liu Ya looked at Xiang Ci's back and remained silent for a long time.

"Liuya."

When Xiang Ci's back disappeared, Liuya was still standing there. Sanya hurried over and pulled her: "Don't be in a daze, write quickly."

Liuya retracted his arm awkwardly, pouted so much that he could hang an oil can, and said angrily, "I know."

There was an unconvinced tone, and Sanya frowned.

She thought for a moment and took Liuya's hand: "Can you accompany Third Sister there?"

Liuya followed Sanya to the rabbit cage with an unhappy face: "What are you doing here?"

Sanya put away her smile and looked at her with a cold face: "What else do I want to ask you for? Tell me what you are doing? Who are you showing off to?"

"Is it because I eat well, sleep well, and can read and write in Xiang's house that I forget my identity?"

Liuya's eyes suddenly turned red. She was over four years old, knew a lot of things, and had seen a lot of things.

She remembered everything about her father and mother, her eldest sister, and the beatings and scoldings they received from the Gao family.

She was still young and couldn't do much in the Gao family, but beating and scolding her when she was hungry was deeply imprinted in her soul.

Thinking of that fear, she shivered with fear.

Sanya saw that her eyes were red, and she couldn't help but soften her voice: "Second sister has to work with Brother Six during the day, and she also has to think about us. She has no time to take care of us, so let me take care of you."

"Look at you like this, what are you dissatisfied about?"

"Just because the seventh sister said that your handwriting is not as good as ours, you are angry and dissatisfied with the seventh sister?"

"Liuya, why have you become so stingy?"

"You were not like this in the Gao family before."