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Chapter 11 Chicken Head, Chicken Brain, Chicken Thigh

Wenwen's solution was to seek help from Xianbao.

"Line Baby, I want to become stronger."

"The idea is good, but everything is difficult at the beginning. You need to be literate."

Do you know why I didn't let you stay in the courtyard house longer last time?

"What?"

"Because you can't read, staying indoors is pointless. The system judges that illiterate people can't be helped."

"Huh? Huh? Ah~~~"

Wenwen's mind was instantly filled with the words from the half-finished book; the characters were haphazard, neither horizontal nor vertical, simply...

Since becoming stronger requires understanding cultivation manuals, she'll give it her all and vow to conquer this mountain.

Wenwen looked around in the corner of the line and saw her sixth brother looking at her. Instantly, an idea came to her.

She sat down next to her sixth brother, and said kindly, "Sixth brother, I have a question for you."

"Sister, what's the problem?"

"What do you like to eat?"

The sixth brother answered without hesitation, "Chicken leg."

Wenwen succeeded, "Then can you write the words 'chicken leg'?"

"Yes, that's easy."

After the sixth brother finished speaking, he picked up a stone from the ground and wrote two characters on the spot.

Wenwen frowned: These two characters have too many strokes.

She copied it several times, hoping to make it familiar to everyone.

"Sixth Brother, write a few more: chicken feet, chicken head, chicken skin."

The sixth brother looked at her in confusion, "Sister?"

"Okay, write these few."

The sixth brother obediently wrote.

Wenwen watched it, practiced it, and became familiar with it.

carry on.

Chicken liver, chicken gizzard, chicken intestines.

The sixth brother obeyed the order.

The group of children gradually quieted down, all watching the two sisters' every move.

"Write down all the words related to chicken, such as chicken wings and chicken brains."

Wenwen thought she should study as much as possible in one go, and that she would surely remember something after studying a series of lessons.

After writing the words "chicken brain," the sixth brother suddenly stopped, "Sister, I can't remember..."

Wenwen and her sixth brother stared at each other, and she suddenly couldn't remember either. What should she do?

Xiaomi, who had come closer, suddenly blurted out two words: "Egg".

Sixth Sister chimed in, "Corn."

"Chicken bones."

Chicken breast.

Chicken blood, chicken comb, chicken ribs, diced chicken...

I don't understand, in such a short time, the corner has become a quiz show.

The adults were also listening intently to what was happening on this side.

The quiz competition continues.

"Chicken feathers".

"chicken soup"

.......

"Chicken poop".

"Pfft...cough cough...ha...ha..."

"Heh...heh...heh...."

"Who said chicken poop? That's hilarious, haha..."

"That's what Xiaomi's younger brother said..."

"Hehe... I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts."

......

The learning area erupted in laughter. Some were clutching their stomachs, some were shaking their shoulders, and some were drooling. Everyone was laughing so hard they were practically falling over, completely losing their composure.

The women were the same, covering their mouths and laughing while giving the children a helpless glare.

Uncle San didn't bother to remind him anymore. He was grinning with tears in his eyes, "Ouch, brother-in-law, why did you pinch me?"

"Let me check if I'm dreaming."

"The results of it?"

"But that's not the case, haha... How can these kids be so noisy..."

"Who says otherwise? And you won't even let me remind them?"

"No need to keep reminding me, there's no one outside. I'll let you know if anyone comes."

"Really? You haven't neglected this skill?"

"Really, don't worry."

The third brother, who was watching over his grandfather, saw that things had calmed down and made a suggestion, "Fifth sister, your third brother has a suggestion."

"Third Brother, what's the suggestion?"

“That’s right, this chicken is already torn to pieces, let it go, hehe…” Third Brother said, then laughed at himself.

Wenwen thought to herself: I've become somewhat familiar with this series, so I might consider switching to a different one.

"Does Third Brother have any good recommendations?"

My uncle-in-law quickly replied, "Why don't you switch to rice, flour, and cooking oil? Haha..."

After answering the question, he couldn't help but laugh, "Try to choose vegetarian options, don't give me meat~~~ Ha~~ Ha~~"

"Exactly, the moment you mention chicken, everyone gets hungry."

"Okay, let's change it."

Wenwen sat back down in the corner.

Everyone took turns finding seats, with the younger ones sitting next to Wenwen. This time, it was the sixth brother who was writing, while the older sisters formed a circle around her.

The elders also moved closer without making a sound.

Wenwen looked at everyone with a serious expression.

“This time, we need to raise our hands and get permission before we speak. We can’t be as chaotic as before, especially you guys.”

After she finished speaking, she tapped the little noses of several radish heads one by one.

The younger ones nodded frantically, like chickens pecking at rice.

Wenwen looked at her sixth brother, "Sixth brother, they'll say one, and you write one down. Don't rush, just write carefully, you won't get it..."

“I, I, I can write,” Fourth Brother hurriedly volunteered.

Wenwen turned her head and saw her fourth brother stand up, raising his hand high. "Yes, no, fourth brother will write it."

"Alright, we'll mainly talk about dry rations. You can talk about anything you see in the kitchen or on the street, but you can't talk about meat. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded unanimously.

"Okay, let's start with Sixth Sister. Everyone, please say one. If you can't say anything after three breaths, raise your hand if you want to answer first."

"Steamed bun"

"steamed stuffed bun"

"rice"

Steamed sponge cake, twisted rolls, dumplings, pastries...

It seems the finished product has been described. Wenwen is looking to see which clever kid can turn the tables.

After saying that, the fifth brother, "Soybean," breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a good direction; let's start talking about raw materials.

Wenwen gave him an encouraging look.

Everyone perked up immediately.

Sorghum

"Japonica rice"

"Millet"

Millet, brown rice, wheat...

The atmosphere started to cool down, then the quiz segment began.

Sweet potato

"Potato"

"corn"

They paused, deep in thought, for three breaths.

Wenwen glanced at her little brother, Xiaomi, wanting to know what other witty remarks the little rascal had.

Sure enough, little Xiaomi, with his bright eyes, raised his chubby little hand high above his head.

"Xiaomi, you speak."

"My father, my father."

"Huh? Your dad?" Everyone was puzzled.

The uncle spoke up: "Xiao Mi, calling me 'Dad' won't work, Dad won't answer."

Little Xiaomi got anxious, "No, I'm Xiaomi, my dad is Da Mi, I mean Da Mi, Da Mi."

"Oh, this rice."

"Hehe, Uncle is rice..."

"Ha ha……"

"Brother-in-law, this rice is not that rice."

“My son has a point. If we let Old Zhou teach, wouldn’t he be furious?”

"Probably. Look at them, do they even know their own limitations?"

After my third uncle finished speaking, I didn't hear my eldest aunt's husband respond. I turned to look at him.

The eldest uncle pressed his right ear against the wall, listening intently to the sounds. After a while, he frowned at his third uncle and said, "Give me a heads-up, someone will be here in about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

Uncle San was still useful. "Hey, someone's here! Hurry up and get ready."

Third Brother couldn't resist adding, "Take off that smile, look sad, look listless. Remember, don't smile."

They were truly well-trained; everyone quickly assumed their sleeping positions, some leaning to one side, some lying down, some reclining. They even took the time to guide the newcomers.

The eldest uncle, seeing how quickly they moved, was quite surprised, but couldn't resist teasing him, "Third son, it's only been a short time, and...this..."

"You've never seen the world before, this is nothing..."

"Hmm, there's something there. I need to try to fit in."

The two brothers-in-law were still talking in hushed tones.

Whispers were also taking place in the corner, and they couldn't stop.

"Sister, I can't cry."

"No one's making you cry, just pout."

"Then you'd have to hang an oil can on it."

"Oh dear, where did this oil can come from?"

"My dad has one." Little Xiaomi always manages to make his presence felt.

"Xiaomi, our dad is a treasure chest, he has everything."

Hehe, hee hee, haha... Laughter filled the corner again.

The eldest uncle finally understood the third uncle.

Uncle San emphasized again, "Quiet down, no more talking."

Instantly, the cell fell silent.

Just as everyone was getting impatient and starting to doubt that their uncle was lying, the iron gate finally opened.