Teaching

Mǎn Bǎo glanced at her points, then looked again at the potions in her shopping cart, and still bought them, while biting her little finger.

For the past six months, Mǎn Bǎo has been buying meat for her mother whenever she has money to enhance her health. When she doesn't have money, she still insists on sharing eggs with Qián Shì.

Most of the time, Qián Shì didn't eat, but occasionally she couldn't resist and ate.

Then, not only did Qián Shì notice her body improving, but Mǎn Bǎo also noticed. She discovered that her mother could speak for extended periods without running out of breath, could even get angry, and her complexion looked better than before.

Kēkē said that this was a sign of vitality. She knew that accumulating points to buy potions was important, but earning money to buy meat for her mother was even more crucial.

Zhèng Zhǎngguì stated that food supplements are superior to medicine because medicine contains three parts poison. When taking medication, it is advisable to maintain a balanced diet to ensure that the medication's effectiveness is not compromised.

Even the doctor who treated her older sister mentioned that despite taking medication previously, she failed to rest adequately, maintain a proper diet, and endured hunger and cold. No matter how much medicine she took, it was ineffective.

So Mǎn Bǎo came to a conclusion: daily food and clothing are very important, even more important than taking medicine.

Influenced by Lǎo Zhōu, Mǎn Bǎo also believed that farming was one of the most crucial methods to sustain life and generate income. Their family's food and diet all came from the land, so farming was very important.

Of course, farmyard manure was also very important.

Mǎn Bǎo bought a book, and Kēkē thoughtfully transformed the text and reading format of the book into the language and reading style of their era, even changing the cover to blue.

Only the content remained the same.

Mǎn Bǎo curiously flipped through the book in her hand. "The cover was clearly about food just now!"

Kēkē smiled and said, "The host can learn about our future technology's rapid printing, one-second switching, binding, all automated."

Mǎn Bǎo then took out her father's storybook and asked, "Why isn't this book printed like this?"

"Because it's inexpensive, this service is not provided," Kēkē said. "And many of the stories in this storybook are not from this era." I suggest that the host not remove it. But these two books are different. It's okay for the host to take them out for research.

Mǎn Bǎo then looked out to see if anyone noticed. She quietly took the book out so she wouldn't have to pretend to sleep and read it in secret.

She didn't like lying down and reading with her awareness. She thought it was easy to get tired that way, but reading with her eyes was different. She could enjoy it for a long time.

Mǎn Bǎo hesitated between the two books, but in the end, she decided to read about the history of the development process. She wanted to see how farmyard manure was historically made.

As a result, the first page read, "As the saying goes, 'Crops thrive on good fertilizer.'""This was much easier to understand than the pile of books in Mr. Shàn's study and the books in the Bái family." Mǎn Bǎo understood it as soon as she read it.

She leaned against the window, engrossed in reading.

Qián Shì, who was outside selecting rice seeds, noticed that Mǎn Bǎo had been inside the house for an extended period without engaging in any activity. She couldn't help but get up and take a look, only to see her engrossed in reading. She hesitated and quietly left.

Qián Shì glanced at her and asked, "What is she doing in the house?"

Little Qián Shì, with a look of satisfaction, whispered, "Reading." Our Man Bao is very self-disciplined. I heard that some students at the school treat books as if they were their lives, whether they are on vacation or returning home from school.

Qián Shì was also proud of her daughter's self-discipline. "This child loves to read, so naturally, she is more disciplined than others."

Zhōu Xǐ also glanced at the window, feeling tender and melancholic in his heart, which caused his movements to slow down.

Mǎn Bǎo got a new book and read it with great interest for several days. She even brought it to school and read it in her spare time.

Bái Shànbǎo curiously went over to take a look, but after a while, he couldn't help but cover his nose and ask, "Does it have a smell?"

Mǎn Bǎo held the book up to his nose and asked, "Is this the smell of ink?"

Bái Shànbǎo pushed the book away and said, "No, it's the smell of manure."

Mǎn Bǎo laughed and shook his head, "Is it like the manure you grabbed?"

Bái Shànbǎo got angry and tried to hit her. Mǎn Bǎo immediately ran away with the book, dashed out of the classroom, and made faces at him. "Dàjí told me that you used your hands to grab the manure for your ginger, and you cried." "How embarrassing."

Bái Shànbǎo was furious and yelled that he was going to beat her. Mǎn Bǎo turned and ran, then plunged into Mr. Zhuāng's arms.

Bái Shànbǎo, with red eyes, ran out and was also caught by Mr. Zhuāng. Then Mr. Zhuāng said to Mǎn Bǎo, "You bullied Shànbǎo again."

Mǎn Bǎo denied, "I didn't!"

Mr. Zhuāng pointed at her nose and said, "Don't bully your classmates."

Bái Shànbǎo felt even more aggrieved. He raised his little head, looked at Mr. Zhuāng, sniffed, and said in a pitiful voice, "Teacher…"

Mr. Zhuāng felt a little amused and a little helpless. He patted the little boy's head and said with a smile, "You are a boy, you can't cry." If Mǎn Bǎo bullies you again, you have the right to argue back. Violence is not characteristic of a gentleman. We should be gentlemen, okay?

Bái Shànbǎo said, "But I'm still young, I don't want to be a gentleman."

Mǎn Bǎo also nodded and agreed, "Teacher, let's be humble first, and when we grow up, we can be gentlemen, okay?"

Mr. Zhuāng said, "Being a gentleman doesn't depend on age."

But the two children obviously didn't think so. In an effort to become gentlemen, they set aside their past grievances and ceased quarreling. They unanimously encouraged Mr. Zhuāng to strive for gentlemanly behavior as he matured.

After school, the two children walked hand in hand, and Mǎn Bǎo invited him to see the compost she was making at home. She said, "I've read the book and learned a lot." I know how to make manure. When I make it, I'll give you some.

Bái Shànbǎo said disdainfully, "I don't want it." I already have enough ginger.

Then he followed Mǎn Bǎo to the field to see the manure. Yesterday, Zhōu Sìláng poured the leaves in, sprinkled a little water, and left them.

Since they did not anticipate that this would result in manure, they considered it an unnecessary effort to fulfill their younger sister's request. Besides, it didn't take much effort, and it was the first month of the year, so everyone was very free.

On Thursday, Zhōu Sìláng was tending to his valuable land when he noticed Mǎn Bǎo approaching and greeted her.

Mǎn Bǎo solemnly took out her book and said to Zhōu Sìláng, "Fourth Brother, I have discovered a method for making manure." Let's do it together; growing ginger requires a lot of good manure.

Zhōu Sìláng curiously went over to take a look and asked, "Are you not fooling me? Is there really a book specifically about making manure?

Is the author of the book bored?

Are there actually people buying such books?

Zhōu Sìláng's thoughts were evident on his face, and Mǎn Bǎo looked down on him. "So you can't even manage the land properly." Others can not only manage the land but also write books about it. Do you see how capable they are?

Zhōu Sìláng scratched his head and looked at Bái Shànbǎo. "Is it really a book about making manure?"

Bái Shànbǎo nodded. He recognized the words as he had also read that section. It was indeed about making manure, but it wasn't just about that.

Zhōu Sìláng was amazed and, out of respect for books, said, "Okay, I'll listen to you on how to do it."