Sweet and salty prehistoric husband and wife

Brothers Geeta and Hill are stupid, the God Envoy wants to teach them wisdom, the God Envoy wants to teach them knowledge, the God Envoy only teaches them, God, I am not dreaming.

"Come back, I'll teach you these words on the paper first, study them carefully, and if you don't know how to write and read after ten days, I will punish you." Mr. Hua Yu looked serious and his tone was cold.

"Yes." Geeta and the Hill brothers shook their heads, put their feet together and straightened their bodies, and answered seriously.

"Pull up the stool and sit down. I will be your teacher from now on. From now on, call me Teacher Hua, and stop calling me Master Hua." This is Hua Yujun's first request to the three cubs, to change their names.

"Yes, Teacher Hua." The distinctive address made Geeta and the Hill brothers feel very excited. They have some insights at this moment, and they will become different from this moment in the future.

Hill and Xixi sat side by side opposite Hua Yujun, and Geeta sat on the side. The 1.5-meter-long table can only be arranged in this way.

In the last cold season, the Arabic numerals within ten thousand have been handed over to everyone. The first row of the vocabulary table prepared by Mr. Hua Yu for the three children is Chinese characters one to ten, thousand, ten thousand, and the second row is heaven, earth, The most basic enlightenment Chinese characters, such as person, big, and small, are written on the last row of the paper with the names of the three children.

After tidying up in the kitchen, Feng Hu silently moved a chair and sat beside Mr. Hua Yu, and took a piece of paper and pen silently again. This posture is to be a member of the study.

Mr. Hua Yu and the three cubs looked at him with a series of movements and did not speak. The three cubs were not qualified to speak. Mr. Hua Yu was not going to speak and kept the default attitude. He planned to let Fenghu learn from the bottom of his heart. If you are willing to learn, it is naturally better.

He took out a piece of paper that he had prepared a long time ago from the drawer and handed it to Feng Hu. Feng Hu glanced at the table, the one in his hand was exactly the same as the one in front of the three kids.

"Let's start, the writing posture should not be crooked, the head should be straight, the shoulders should be flat, the waist should be straight, and the feet should be down-to-earth. The posture of holding the pen should be held with three fingers. When it comes to "firm finger and empty palm", it means that the fingers should hold the pen firmly and the palm should be empty, so that the pen can be moved flexibly when writing."

Mr. Hua Yu adjusted the pen-holding postures of one big and three small ones, and then taught them to practice horizontal and vertical strokes on white paper. He only gave them 5 minutes to practice, and then formally taught them to read all the words on the worksheet .

Time was limited, and Mr. Hua Yu limited himself to one hour to teach them to read and recite, and he was not disappointed by a dozen or three primary school students. When he finally checked the recitation situation, he stumbled and failed to recite.

Fenghu's name was added to the back of the original study sheet, and under the eager eyes of Fenghu and the three cubs, he wrote his own name on it.

The first vocabulary list with his name written on it was carefully collected by the primary school and the primary school as a lifetime treasure. Not only this one, but also every piece of paper distributed to them was cherished by them. They were placed in a In the boxes prepared by each of them, they have cherished them as the most precious things all their lives.

"Practice a piece of paper horizontally and vertically every day, and then practice the new word list, write carefully and memorize it carefully, and come to check it when the snow stops." Mr. Hua Yu looked at the three cubs who stood up, and said seriously.

"Yes, Teacher Hua." The three cubs nodded obediently.

"Be careful on the way back, don't slip and fall." After class, Mr. Hua Yu regained a gentle smile on his face.

"Okay." Geeta and the Hill brothers were sent out of the door by Fenghu, and walked back with big smiles. They were excited and wanted to cry at the moment, and they couldn't vent their joy, which made them panic.

Fenghu closed the door, turned around and hugged Mr. Hua Yu who was sitting on the chair by the waist without saying a word, resting his head in the hollow of his slender neck, and exerting strength with both arms, as if he wanted to melt Mr. Hua Yu into his body.

Mr. Hua Yu felt Fenghu's excitement, and the strength of his hug did not make him feel uncomfortable at all. He stroked Fenghu's head in comfort, and waited quietly for him to calm down.

No matter what you say, you can't express your inner gratitude. Pale words can't thank you. Fenghu buries this kindness in his heart. He and the Huze tribe will always be loyal to Huahua, and will never tolerate anyone who disrespects Huahua. Generations will love Huahua.

Enthusiastically kissing the person in his arms, Feng Hu picked up the pen again. He was not yet able to master unfamiliar languages ​​and characters, especially writing, which was completely crooked and shameful.

He is better than anyone else. He is the first to master what Huahua teaches. He has an innate advantage, so he has to take on everything. He has to teach the cubs any difficulties they encounter in the future. Pre-teaching is required, and you are responsible for the follow-up problems.

The thoughts in Hua Yujun's mind are synchronized with Fenghu's. Most of the cultural progress in the tribe depends on Fenghu. Only he can not be rejected by himself. Only when Fenghu learns first can he help himself to tutor others. people.

In this way, the pressure on Fenghu is even greater. First, he has to undertake the construction and hunting of the tribe, and he has to study harder than anyone else every day. It can be said that this cold season is the most relaxing time for Fenghu. is filled all the time.

Fenghu is very happy about this, it is a gift from the gods of heaven and earth, let Huahua come to his life, bring hope to Huze, let Huze become extremely powerful, he will not feel hard, he will only feel that he is not working hard enough .

Fenghu was practicing pen control, brothers Geeta and Hill were weeping with Usna, and Usna immediately decided to study with her.

Before it was dark outside, Usna hurried out to find Meng Li. When Meng Li heard the knock on the door and saw her, he looked puzzled: "Usna, why did you come to find me?"

"I'm here to get a pen and paper." Usna explained her purpose.

"Did you take it for Mrs. Hua? I asked Mrs. Hua before, and Mrs. Hua said that I don't need the paper for the time being. He still has a lot." Meng Li asked Usna to enter the door first, and he said while closing the door.

"No, it's for myself and the three cubs." It was well known that the Hill brothers lived with Usna.

"What?" Meng Li couldn't react at once, he didn't understand the use of Usna and the others with paper and pen, and they couldn't write.

"Master Hua accepted the three cubs Gita, Hill and Xixi as disciples in the afternoon, and has already started teaching them how to write. I want to learn with them." Usna looked proud. Her child was fortunate to be the child of God. What an honor, disciple.

"What!?" Meng Li exclaimed loudly, and said immediately after the shock, "I want to learn too, and I want to learn with you."

"Tomorrow will be a heavy snow day. Every day when the snow stops, you have to sweep the snow. How can you have time to study with us? You can come back when the snow stops. Master Hua said, let the cubs learn first, and then teach Everyone." Usna understood Meng Li's excitement, and hurriedly told him about Master Hua's arrangement.

"I want to learn right away." Meng Li looked unwilling.

"You guys are just starting now, you can't teach everyone, you don't want to tell others yet, take advantage of this snowy day, let the kids learn first, and when the time comes to teach you, you won't make mistakes." Us Na reminded.

"...The Patriarch is so lucky, I want to beat him up." Meng Li wanted to fight Fenghu at this moment, why was he not the one who was treated specially by Master Hua.

"...I think so too." Usna understood the reason for Meng Li's resentment, and seconded.

"When everyone knows the news, there will definitely not be enough paper. You can't move the amount that Mr. Hua has. I'll give you these first. Save some and don't waste it." Meng Li took out a thick paper from the cabinet. Handed over a stack of blank paper and ten pens, exhorted.

"It won't be a waste. Your paper mill needs to work harder. You will use a lot of paper and pens next year." Usna took it solemnly and reminded Meng Li to work hard. She never thought that when she needed paper and pens, she would have to By grabbing.

"Do your best, you know, there are not enough people." The tribe needs manpower everywhere now, and the paper mill he is in charge of is also short of manpower. Meng Li also wants to make more paper, but there is no way, toilet paper and white paper can't be delayed.

"Don't worry, Master Hua will take care of it." Usna said with a relaxed face, it was always right to find Master Hua for any difficulties.

"I'll think of a way first, and if it doesn't work, I'll go to Mr. Hua." Meng Li didn't want to trouble Mr. Hua when he encountered a small problem. Mr. Hua was already busy with many things, so he couldn't add more burden to him.

"Understood, when the time comes, we'll figure out a solution first, and I'll leave first." Usna nodded, and when she got the things, she didn't stay any longer and hurried back to study.

Meng Li really wanted to go with Usna, but seeing that it was getting dark, he, a single man, was not suitable to go to the residence of Usna who had lost his partner, so he could only resist the urge to bid farewell to her.

When Usna returned to the residence, she opened the door and saw that the three cubs were already practicing seriously. She hurried into the house and closed the door, and sat down beside them, letting them teach her.

Jita and the Hill brothers followed Hua Yujun's example and taught Usna how to sit and hold a pen, and then taught her to practice pen control first, and followed them to draw horizontal lines, straight lines and circles first, and the vocabulary list will be taught tomorrow.

Usna followed suit. The process of practicing pen control was very boring, but the first and third juniors didn't feel it at all. They were always enthusiastic, trying to draw crooked lines and circles well. If one of them did a good job, they would greet them immediately. Others watched, and then it became a competition with each other to see who could draw the best.

Competitiveness is sometimes a very good thing, which can make people make more progress. Under the competition of primary and secondary schools, the writing is getting better and better, and the circle is more beautiful.

After practicing tirelessly for two hours, their horizontal, vertical and round shapes have taken a certain shape, and they are no longer crawling on white paper like earthworms.

The situation on Fenghu's side is better than that of Jita and the others. Naturally, there is Mr. Hua Yu's help and advice. One-on-one teaching has made rapid progress since ancient times, and there is no need to refute it.

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