Just like that, He Zijin's birthday was ushered in with such excitement.
She was born on the day when the dragon raised his head, which was a rare good day.
Shen Su also specially brought Jiang family to celebrate He Zijin's birthday and gave He Zijin a small fragrant pear wood seal carved by himself as a gift.
He Zijin's uncle and aunt were very happy.
Jiang was at the right age to like children.
She hugged He Zijin and loved him very much.
She said with a smile, "It's only been a few days and I feel that Zijin has grown taller again."
Mrs.
Shen smiled, "A child's house looks different every day.
I just hope that when she opens her eyes tomorrow, she will grow up and have less worries."
Jiang said, "If you have a daughter like Zijin, I will be happy to worry about you."
Mrs.
Shen smiled, "Why are you so anxious?
I was pregnant with Zijin half a year after we got married.
You guys have only been married for a few days, so even if we were pregnant, we wouldn't be able to find out right now."
Jiang's face was slightly ashamed, "What did sister say?"
You can always tell what is going on in a person's mind.
Shen smiled and said, "We didn't meet each other the day before, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about.
I got married earlier than you, and it was the same back then."
When women get married, they all want it.
A baby was born immediately.
One of the greatest purposes of marriage is to produce heirs.
Jiang smiled and nodded lightly, "I don't know what's going on in my heart, but I always fall in love with children when I see them."
Mrs.
Shen comforted her sister-in-law, "Children are God's will.
When God's will comes, it will come naturally."
He Zijin was born with the temperament of making friends.
She was born under the festival.
She asked about He Han and the others who were going to have a holiday.
She also made a decent homemade post for her friends.
At noon, a group of people came to the He family. , all called here by He Zijin.
This group of little things also imitated adults and gave He Zijin birthday gifts.
Some of them packed fruits with leftovers from the family of those who sent them, picked them on the way to send flowers, and picked them on the way to send stones, without even washing them in the mud.
Clean He Luo was the least innovative.
He gave He Zijin a book he had used and asked He Zijin to study hard with him and get rid of his illiterate status as soon as possible.
Shen Su looked very happy and said quietly to her brother-in-law, "Zijin has a lot of friends."
He Gong saw his daughter greeting her friends in a decent manner.
She learned her behavior from her wife, but her daughter was young and chubby, which made people want to laugh.
He Gong smiled and said, "Everything is normal in daily life."
Brothers who play together."
The children ate He Zijin's longevity noodles at He's house and went out to play in the afternoon.
He Zijin came home in the evening.
Seeing that there were still grass clippings hanging on her skirt, Shen asked, "Where have you been playing?"
He Zijin said, "We are playing hide and seek in Brother Luo's home."
Mrs.
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Shen ordered Cui'er to bring water in, wash He Zijin's face and change his clothes, while saying, "Just go out into the wild."
He Zijin asked, "Where is my uncle?"
"What are you doing to your uncle?"
"Let's talk to my uncle."
Shen said, "In another two years, I won't be able to go out and run around like crazy and make people laugh."
He Zijin said, "I will be a lady in two years."
Shen scolded her, "There's only one time when an adult speaks and you know to shut up."
He Zijin replied in his heart: He is not mute.
Shen narrowed her eyes, "What bad things are you saying about me?"
He Zijin died unjustly, "My mother told me to shut up just now, but now she thinks I don't speak.
Why is it so difficult to be a filial daughter?"
She pretended to cry twice.
Mrs.
Shen felt happy, changed her clothes and patted her buttocks, "Go and ask your aunt to come over for dinner."
"Where's my uncle?"
"I went to Mr.
Xu's house with your father, and I won't be back to eat today."
When He Zijin went to bed at night, he went to bed first without waiting for her uncle to come back.
Early the next morning, the nephew and uncle did morning exercises together.
Shen Su, who had learned several boxing skills from the hunters in the village, was teasing He Zijin while teaching him how to keep fit.
When the two of them got tired of playing, Shen Su sat on a wicker chair under the newly sprouted sycamore tree and asked, "Zijin, I heard that you can now memorize a thousand-character essay."
He Zijin was dressed in red clothes and trousers with a black belt in the middle.
She was neat and cute.
Around her neck was a small seal given to her by her uncle.
She tilted her head slightly and said, "Brother Luo taught me this.
I have memorized it early, and I also know many words."
He Zijin has got rid of his status as an illiterate and has officially entered the ranks of semi-illiterates.
"Oh, that's really amazing.
Come on, let me recite it to uncle."
The nephew and uncle were naturally in tune with each other.
After Shen Su got married, she told her wife that she must have a daughter in the future, which made Jiang's family very stressed.
He Zijin took a sip of water and began to recite a thousand-character essay to show his knowledge.
When Jiang heard He Zijin's endorsement, he felt strange and said to Shen, "It's really unusual for Zijin to memorize a thousand-character essay at such a young age."
Shen didn't think so and said, "When Asu was as old as Zijin, he could also memorize a thousand-character essay."
Jiang was slightly surprised and Shen smiled, "Child, you have a good memory and you can remember everything you teach."
He Zijin finished reciting the thousand-character essay in his young voice.
After reciting the thousand-character essay, he asked her uncle, "Uncle, look, do I look like a child prodigy?"
Shen Su squirted tea on the ground and nearly choked her niece to death.
He Gong laughed and laughed, Shen laughed and scolded, "You are talking nonsense again, who taught you to be so arrogant and arrogant?"
Is she confident?
He Zijin hummed and raised his chin in a very beautiful way.
She had never memorized the Thousand-Character Essay in her previous life, so this time she was retaking Chinese studies classes.
Mrs.
Shen was afraid that her daughter would be overconfident and develop a arrogant attitude, so she said, "What do you mean by this?
Your uncle could speak and read when he was a child.
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At your age, he can memorize a thousand poems, not to mention a thousand-character essay."
Thirty and fifty songs.”
He Zijin said, "I don't believe it.
Grandpa often said that my uncle is stupid."
Her uncle was handsome and had a high IQ, but it was said that he was not as good as her father in making a fuss.
Shen Su coughed lightly and said, "Actually, my uncle was very smart in the past.
Many people said that my uncle was a child prodigy.
Zijin, do you know how my uncle became stupid?"
He Zijin had a gut feeling that her uncle was going to be bad, but he didn't say anything.
Her uncle glanced at Jiang and sighed to himself, "Well, later on, he engaged a daughter-in-law named Jiang, so he gave it all to Jiang.
So.
Ah, Zijin, you must never marry a son-in-law named Jiang in the future, otherwise, your reputation as a child prodigy will be ruined."
Mrs.
Jiang spat at her husband, and Mrs.
Shen laughed and scolded her, "You talk nonsense all day long.
I think Zijin's habit of speaking without restraint is just from you."
He Zijin made a face at her uncle, "Uncle, you are such a poor talker."
"Hey, you still know what it means to be a talkative person."
"That's how it is, uncle."
Shen Su listened to He Zijin's words and said to Jiang's Shen with a proud look on his face, "Zijin is just like me if he speaks like this."
Shen said, "Isn't it?
She's nagging with the same energy as you."
Shen Surala pulled her niece's braid and made a gesture of grief, "Zijin, these mortals will not understand us."
He Zijin opened his uncle's hand and sighed like an aria, "Uncle, this is the tragedy of genius."
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