Since the spread of Yang Yuehua's love for Zhou Zekai, many villagers have matched the two. Zhou Zekai kept laughing. Yang Yuehua's cheeks were slightly red after being teased. It was obvious that these two people didn't have the idea. It made the villagers think it was good, and the two were quite compatible.

With the help of Village Chief Yang, Zhou Zekai met Uncle Zhang, the blacksmith in the village, and made two knives for himself in advance. He had long been curious about the back mountain and wanted to go over and take a look.

In addition, the parts he drew were drawn by himself. I asked Uncle Zhang to help make them. Uncle Zhang's skills are still good. After getting the drawings, he patted his chest to ensure that he could do it well.

In addition, Zhou Zekai moved to the most remote place in the village. His real role was to be played. He was about to start teaching the children in the village!

Village Chief Yang's brother-in-law has come from the neighboring village and brought a complete set of books from the professors and students. Although the college entrance examination is not allowed these days, the school still exists. As a village chief, it is easy to find these books.

Before these educated youth came, the village chief asked about studying from house to house. Although the villagers stayed in the village for a long time, they were not stupid and knew that only studying could make a name for themselves. So on the night of school, several villagers asked their children to bring gifts to apprenticeship. Although it was just some food or eggs at home, it also showed their gratitude.

The village chief has already said that adults are not allowed to approach Zhou Zekai. Children must be obedient when studying and cannot let others know. Fortunately, these children never like to play with educated youth. In this way, at night, there are more than a dozen children who come to study with Zhou Zekai, but they are all very obedient and admire scholars very much.

In order to maintain order, Village Chief Yang was not at ease with the children and asked his daughter Yang Yuehua to go over to manage these children, and by the way, he could get along with Zhou Zekai and learn more about it.

"Students, welcome to this small group. I am your teacher Zhou Zekai. You don't have to call me teacher, just call me Brother Zhou. I'm on the way to lecture. If you have any questions you don't understand, you can raise your hand to ask me, do you understand?"

Standing on a simple podium, Zhou Zekai faced the curious eyes of these children and smiled. It was not that he had never taught classes, but the classes he had taught were all more professional courses, which were specially taught for college students. This was the first time he taught children.

Although the children here are from six to thirteen years old, the only thing that is unified is that these children are illiterate and have never learned to learn literacy before.

Zhou Zekai could only start teaching again, starting with simple literacy. Fortunately, these children were very obedient. Even on such a night, they cherished such hard-earned opportunities.

Yang Yuehua sat at the end of the classroom, looking at the man on the podium who was smiling frequently because of the children, and his heart was a little confused.

He likes children very much~... Then... when they think of this, Yang Yuehua's face turned redder. These days, her mother kept telling her that she had to fight for the people she liked. Back then, her mother and her father were in a free relationship. Only by choosing someone she liked together can she be happy in the future.

Yang Yuehua believes in her mother and her father's eyes, because in her eyes, Zhou Zekai, who is standing on the podium, is simply shining...

The first class ended successfully because some of the children had to help their families work tomorrow. There was only one class every night, one hour a lesson. Zhou Zekai tried hard to teach these children with very strong desire for knowledge. In order to encourage them, he told them how brilliant the world in the city is, there are cars, planes flying in the sky, and many things that the children in the village might not see in their lifetime, but if they don’t learn, they will really not be able to see these things...

When Zhou Zekai watched these children leave one by one, he pounded his back with some fatigue. It turned out that after a day of work, he felt a little tired after class at night. This was the first time Zhou Zekai experienced this life full of hard work.

"Brother Zhou, sit down and I'll squeeze it for you. My dad always says it's more comfortable for me to squeeze my shoulders."

Judging from the other party's appearance, Yang Yuehua knew that this was a tiring work day, and the other party had to teach the children in the village to study, so he must be very tired, so this sentence came into being.

Zhou Zekai was stunned and turned his head to look at the 18-year-old girl. If she was in the city, such a girl would probably not know the world if she was favored by others. However, in the village, she was already an old girl at the age of eighteen. Now there are 15 or 16-year-old girls in the village, and some of them are even engaged. Yang Yuehua is considered to be old.

"Um."

Nodded slightly and sat on the chair. Yang Yuehua walked to Zhou Zekai's back with a little shyness, slowly stretched out her hand, and gently placed it on Zhou Zekai's shoulder.

Zhou Zekai could feel the hands trembling. The person behind him seemed a little nervous, but he didn't say anything, waiting for the person behind him to move.

Sure enough, after a brief tremor, Yang Yuehua's hand began to press Zhou Zekai's shoulder carefully. Yang Yuehua felt that her palms were sweating. This was the first time that she had been so close to a man except for her father. Looking at Zhou Zekai's thick black hair, Yang Yuehua felt her heart beating, as if it was no longer her own. Her movements became cautious and serious.

Zhou Zekai was sitting there and felt very comfortable. Although Yang Yuehua's massage techniques were not professional, she was tired all day long and was really happy to be able to help with massage like this.

The two of them didn't say anything about the rumors a few days ago. After all, even if they said it, what's the use?

Zhou Zekai also likes this little girl very much, but he has no plans to get married yet. At least he has to settle down in the village before he talks about marrying his wife? Anyway, he has to take root in this village for many years...

As for Yang Yuehua, she is a girl, and she is extremely shy to post a boy like this, and now she is even more at a loss and will not say those "shameless" words in front of the person she likes.

One was sitting there enjoying his life, and the other was massaging. At this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the door, and Yang's mother's voice was heard.

"Comrade Zhou? Yuehua? Are you inside? I'm in!"

Hearing his mother's words, Yang Yuehua quickly withdrew his hand like he was burned. Zhou Zekai quickly stood up from the chair, then turned his head to look at Yang Yuehua, smiling gratefully.

"Thank you."

After saying that, he shouted outside.

"Aunt, come in, we are all inside!"

When Yang's mother heard the sound, she came in with a basket. When she saw her daughter and Zhou Zekai, she felt that the two of them were born together and would definitely be together! So she smiled even more.

"I'm afraid you're hungry. It's almost nine o'clock. I've made some steamed cakes for you. Hurry up and eat them while they're hot."

After all, he also needs to go to work during the day, and Zhou Zekai still has to teach students at night, which is very tired. Yang's mother is her own idea and village chief Yang's idea. After all, Zhou Zekai can't teach students by worshipping him, and the food needs to be subsidized.

"Thank you aunt!"

Zhou Zekai thanked him with a smile. He knew that Yang's mother was a warm person. If you refuse, it would be bad. So after thanking him, he started eating this steamed cake with Yang Yuehua. This steamed cake was carefully made by Yang's mother. It tasted very good and sweet. It was hungry even after eating it at night.

"The steamed cake you made is so delicious."

While eating, he praised Zhou Zekai, who has always been good at talking, depends on whether he wants to please someone.

Yang's mother smiled even more when she was amused. After all, the mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law and liked her the more she looked at her son-in-law.

"If you eat more, eat more. From now on, I will prepare some food for you every night. What do you like to eat? Just tell me, there is nothing I can't make!"

When Yang Yuehua saw her mother like this, she smiled and nodded, thinking that her mother was really great! She did so many things for her.

"Okay, you guys eat first. I'll go to the teaching room to clean for you. After cleaning Yuehua, we'll go home..."

When Yang Yuehua heard this, she wanted to say that she had cleaned it up, but when she saw her mother leaving in a hurry, she understood what her mother meant, and immediately looked at Zhou Zekai and felt embarrassed.

Zhou Zekai doesn't care. He can understand Yang's mother's little thoughts. After all, a mother hopes that her daughter can be well.

However, after eating, I noticed the scarf on Yang Yuehua's neck. Although the scarf was made of ice silk and was not very hot, it was summer after all, and Zhou Zekai couldn't help but say.

"Your silk scarf actually has a different way of wearing it. Do you want to try changing it?"

When Yang Yuehua suddenly mentioned the scarf, she felt a little embarrassed. She was embarrassed and blushed at the same time. She didn't dare to look at Zhou Zekai. But when she thought of other ways of wearing it, she gently untied her scarf with her hands and handed it over, wanting to know other ways.

This action was invisible in Zhou Zekai's eyes. The scarf was already very close to his neck. When Yang Yuehua gently took off the scarf, his white and delicate neck showed, and Zhou Zekai was even more stunned. Perhaps it was at night when he was watching the beauty under the light, and the more he looked, he became more and more beautiful. Zhou Zekai felt that he was simply sick and stared at someone's neck.

But then, he quickly took the scarf from Yang Yuehua's hand and spoke.

"This scarf can not only be worn on the neck, but also used as a headband. Look, fold it like this..."

After seeing women in the new society, Zhou Zekai knew that these messy silk scarves had long been played with new tricks, so he taught Yang Yuehua the simplest hairband style.

These days, Yang Yuehua has combed a small braid and was tied up high, which is very suitable for this scarf. After folding it, the other party came over slightly. Zhou Zekai carefully tied the scarf to the other party's head. The beautiful pattern made Zhou Zekai look at Yang Yuehua's eyes involuntarily, but found that the throbbing flickering in these eyes...

In an instant, Zhou Zekai let go of his hand and was a little farther away from Yang Yuehua.

"Okay, OK."

Somehow, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable all over.

Yang Yuehua's face was also slightly red at this time, and her heart beat faster. She looked at Zhou Zekai and gently stroked the scarf on her head. She imagined how beautiful she was, and she couldn't help but ask Zhou Zekai.

"How is it? Are you beautiful?"

After asking this, I was stunned and felt a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, it's very beautiful." Zhou Zekai nodded and replied, looking at the other party's innocent appearance, he suddenly laughed, which made Yang Yuehua laugh as well...

The two of them now have a different tacit understanding.

When Yang's mother came over, the atmosphere between the two was very good. When Yang's mother saw the scarf on her daughter's head, she also felt very beautiful. She thought that this way of wearing must be found in the city, and she instantly felt that Comrade Zhou must have ideas about her daughter...
Chapter completed!