Chapter 237 237 So many whys

"this…"

Zhao Yuanle felt that the meaning of this was a coincidence.

She personally feels that those people do like to follow the wrong path, not talk about martial ethics, and like to burn, kill, plunder.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle didn't continue talking, my youngest man didn't continue asking.

"Well, I'll know if I learn a lot in the future."

Zhao Yuanle touched Xiaoer's little head.

"Well, you can go and have a look in the future."

She held her youngest hand and taught her to write twenty-four letters to end soon.

Zhao Yuanle: "Now, you can write it as you follow it a few times."

The youngest man obediently copied it and accurately copied the details Zhao Yuanle told him.

Zhao Yuanle watched from the side, very satisfied.

She felt that she was still very accomplished when she became a teacher for the first time.

Time was almost over, and Zhao Yuanle habitually looked up and went to see the clock as if he was in the classroom, but only saw the newly repaired roof.

After pausing for a moment, Zhao Yuanle slowly retracted his eyes.

When she went to Rongcheng, she would buy a clock that could check the time and buy a few more batteries.

If she has a flashlight, she can buy another flashlight for her family to use, and she won't need it.

After waiting for the youngest to write two pages, Zhao Yuanle stopped him.

"Okay, let's take a break and let's have another class."

The youngest put away the notebook and picked up the pencil to show it to Zhao Yuanle.

"It's time to finish writing."

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle found a small scimitar, took the pencil, and cut it a few times.

Younger looked at the pen tip that had become sharp again and reached out to touch it curiously.

"Is this made of coal?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It is made of graphite and clay."

Yaoer: "What is graphite?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Well, it's actually the same as coal, but the graphite is softer, so you can write on paper."

Younger: "What's clay?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's similar to Huang Niba's kind."

The youngest asked again: "Why is it called a pencil?"

Zhao Yuanle paused, recalled it very hard, and explained: "Because the first thing I used was made of lead, it was called a pencil, and the latter was made of graphite, but the name was not changed."

Upon hearing this, the youngest asked again: "What is lead?"

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Her head hurts a little.

How to deal with the curious attitude of children at this time?

When the youngest saw that Zhao Yuanle did not answer, he understood.

"Oh, sister, you don't know either."

Zhao Yuanle admitted it.

"Yes, I don't know."

This question is finally over.

Zhao Yuanle also realized a problem. She should not overestimate her ability to teach Xiaoer something about chemical physics.

Forget about the biological system, she didn't want her to ask her questions about what the cell wall nucleus looks like, how can she see it, and what the microscope is.

Let’s teach you Enzhi and mathematics first. After he went to school for Chinese, he asked the serious teacher to teach him.

After about the same time, Zhao Yuanle began to teach him mathematics.

Teaching mathematics is simpler than teaching ethics, just teach arithmetic directly.

Various symbols from zero to nine are not challenging for the young man.

After Zhao Yuanle taught him a little, he began to teach him the concept of decimal.

From one to ten, ten to one hundred, one hundred to one thousand, one hundred to one thousand, ten to ten thousand, one hundred million, and all the way to num.

This kind of recursive logic is easy to understand for Xiaoer.

Basically, Zhao Yuanle said that he could remember and understand.

Zhao Yuanle's test method is also very simple, let him count directly from one to one hundred.

The young man counted very accurately and smoothly.

Make sure he mastered the concept, and she quickly went to addition and subtraction.

Zhao Yuanle: "This is the plus sign, it is the gathering together, this is the minus sign, it is the separation, and the equal sign represents the result."

The youngest man looked at Zhao Yuanle and asked, "It's not that there is no difference, there are still so many."

this…

Zhao Yuanle thought about it and felt that he was indeed wrong in his description.

She came up with a simple and crude way.

"The plus sign is too much, and the minus sign is gone. For example, if two people get married, it is one plus one, equals two, and if you have another baby, it is two plus one, equals three."

The youngest man also continued: "Then the baby dies, three minus one, and it is equal to two."

Zhao Yuanle was silent and frowned slowly...

She couldn't help but say, "Actually, parents usually die first because they are bigger. It should be three minus two, equal to one."

Younger: "If you are older, you will die first?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's generally true. It's not obvious that those who are a few years older, but it's usually true that those who are aged 10 or 20 years old."

But my little one was a little confused.

"Where is that man dead? Is there a ghost? Go and reincarnate?"

Zhao Yuanle said directly: "A person dies and dies, and he will disappear. He can no longer move, he cannot hear, see, or feel anything, and then slowly becomes bones, and finally becomes ashes and melts into the soil."

As soon as this said, the young man widened his eyes in surprise.

He looked at Zhao Yuanle to judge whether this was true.

When he found that Zhao Yuanle's expression was serious, the surprised expression on his face could not dissipate for a long time.

These words had a great impact on him.

This is different from what he usually knows.

When Zhao Yuanle saw that his youngest son was so surprised, he also reflected on whether he was too direct.

The two of them stared at each other so big that they glared for a long time before the youngest man returned to their usual expressions.

After regaining his expression, he said this.

"I want to die with you."

Zhao Yuanle: "Well... let it go."

Younger: "The whole family must be together."

Zhao Yuanle: "Actually... there is no need for such a thing."

She decided to skip the topic.

But my little one remembered what he saw in the village before and started talking again.

"Some of the young die first."

Zhao Yuanle: "Ah?"

Younger: "There are moon and hairs in the river."

Zhao Yuanle frowned, recalled it for a while, and then understood what Yue Maomao meant.

It's a baby who is not a full month old.

There are moon hairs in the river...

Zhao Yuanle suddenly felt a chill on her back, and she asked her, her voice trembling a little.
To be continued...