[Part 1] Back To The Sixties: Farm, Get Wealthy & Raise The Cubs

Chapter 110

Zhou Qing Bai was resting next door, while Lin Qing He was in the children's room.

If she headed over, he would not rest at all and would accompany her. So she simply decided to not enter and not disturb him.

"Well done on this question. But there is a second way of solving the problem." Lin Qing He gave the question and checked the results of Da Wa's work again.

"Let me think." Zhou Da Wa took it back and started to ponder on the second method.

She had to say, this kid was smart, curious, and attentive. Not one bit afraid of being bold, but know to careful when he should be careful.

After thinking about it for a while, he came up with it, and then implemented it for his mother to see.

Lin Qing He was quite satisfied and said: "Now write a essay with the sun as the topic."

"Sun?" Zhou Da Wa paused, and then nodded to say that he understood: "What's the word count?"

"Minimum of three hundred characters, but you can write as much as you can. If you write more, I have a reward." Lin Qing He challenged as she raised her eyebrows.

"What's the reward?" Zhou Da Wa asked.

"You can suggest what you want to eat and I'll do my best to make it for you." Lin Qing He stated.

"I want to eat steamed red date sponge cake!" Zhou Da Wa declared.

"No problem." Lin Qing He frankly responded to him: "On the condition that what you can write meets my satisfaction."

"I'll have no problem!" Zhou Da Wa nodded.

Just an essay, it wasn't like he hadn't written one.

And this was not the first time he had written it.

Lin Qinghe said: "Whenever you finished it for my examination and I think it passes, I will make it for you then."

Zhou Da Wa intended to finish it today.

He didn't go out to play in the evening and stayed home to write his homework. Zhou Da Ni and the girls came to ask him. Even though Zhou Da Wa wanted to write his own piece, he was very magnanimous to these sisters and their onslaught of questions. Unless he went out to play and wasn't at home, he would usually explain to them.

While teaching the girls, he wrote his own essay.

"Da Wa, what are you writing? You wrote so much." Zhou Er Ni asked him.

"Essay." Zhou Da Wa replied.

"Essay? What is that?" The girls didn't understand.

"This is an essay." Zhou Da Wa pointed to what he wrote.

Zhou Da Ni and other girls didn't recognize many words yet, so it was not clear. Zhou Da Wa was not surprised and continued on his work.

"Da Wa, what are you writing this for? Did your third grade teacher arrange this?" Zhou Da Ni asked.

"No, my mother gave it to me. If I write it well, my mother promises to make me a red date sponge cake." Zhou Da Wa answered.

"San Wa and I wants it too." Er Wa interjected immediately.

"I want to eat sponge cake." San Wa nodded.

"Then you'll have to thank me. If I can't write it, Mother won't make it and you won't get to eat it," Zhou Da Wa said.

"Even if you did write it and Mother didn't make it, you wouldn't get to eat it." Er Wa responded.

"You think Mother is you. Mother keep her words!" Zhou Da Wa retorted.