Wang Shuanzi smiled bitterly: "It's not necessarily true. At this age, I have a lot of appetite and lose weight because I've grown taller, so I don't necessarily have to study."

Yang Huamei glared at Wang Shuanzi, a little annoyed: "How do you know that your son is not studying hard?"

Wang Shuanzi said with a sincere look: "I don't read anything else, but I just see that every time he comes home on holiday, he doesn't practice a word or a book. He just wants to go up the mountain and go down the river to catch shrimps with Dabai, but his mind is not on the school."

Yang Huamei's cheeks were a little hot. The third brother was still standing next to him. Can this stupid Shuanzi still speak?

"You haven't read a book for a day, why do you know how to read it? Maybe we, Xiao Hei, is tired of the New Year in the school, so it's easy to come back from vacation. If you don't worry about that one or two days, do you think you are?"

Yang Huazhong smiled, "Mei'er, don't be upset, I think what Shuanzi said is reasonable."

"The martial artists are always fist-handed, and the songs they sing are always fucked."

"This scholar should be a constant book. Even if you are on holiday, you can't touch books all day long. If you don't write, read, recite or recite. That's just reading, or reading, or memorizing. Don't spoil the mute book. Don't spoil it. You have to urge Xiao Hei more, this is for his own good!"

These words were said from Yang Huazhong. If someone else dared to say this, Yang Huamei would have retorted it.

But Yang Huazhong is different.

The identity of the elder brother is second, mainly because Yang Huazhong trained a top scholar son who speaks with great weight.

"Well, third brother, what you said is reasonable. I will urge you next time when Xiao Hei comes back."

No matter what, Xiao Hei is still studying hard, not as absent-minded as you said.

Yang Huamei silently defended her son in her heart.

Yang Huazhong also saw that Yang Huamei was saying obedient words and felt a little dissatisfied. This is also human nature.

"I think Xiao Hei is a silly child. If you tell him the truth, he will really do it when he hears it. He is a good child."

Yang Huazhong turned to praise him a few more words.

By the way, he also praised Dabai, who was staying at home and following Wang Hongquan to farm.

At this point, the smile on Yang Huamei's face only recovered a little.

"Third brother, when it comes to Dabai, I really want to have an idea with you."

"you say."

"San brother, this is Dabai. His legs and feet are not good, and he is always a little weak in doing farm work."

"This child is quite flexible. His grades were better than Xiao Hei when he was studying. If he hadn't been a lame person, he would have been studying now."

"Yeah." Yang Huazhong nodded and then listened backwards.

"Third brother, our family has discussed it and asked Dabai his own opinion. He wanted to spend some money to send him out to learn crafts, but he didn't know what to learn. Please help us figure it out?"

Yang Huazhong is a kind-hearted person. Under the eager and expectant gaze of Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi, he immediately pinched his chin and started to think about it carefully.

"I really want to see that these craftsmanship, carpenter, and painter are the most down-to-earth. You can earn money for stuttering at any time."

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly: "Dabai is a cripple man. It is inappropriate to do those tasks to climb high and climb ladders."

Yang Huazhong continued to think about it.

"Then let's play tricks. It's okay to play cotton for others. No matter what kind of identity a person is, he has to cover himself with a quilt when he sleeps."

"Although you can't make a fortune by being a bullet craftsman, you can't die of drought or flood, and you won't lose your job."

Yang Huamei covered her mouth and smiled: "Third brother, don't you know your nephew? She thinks she is pretty handsome and has a little obsessive-to-mortality. If you ask him to be a bullet maker, the cotton trunk covers her head, he will definitely dislike her!"

Yang Huazhong frowned and said nothing.

However, Wang Shuanzi couldn't listen and said to Yang Huamei: "No matter what bowl of rice is, it's not that simple. There is no reason to make money by lying down..."

When Wang Shuanzi touched Yang Huamei's unkind gaze, he quickly changed his words and said, "I can't figure it out for a while. Why don't we stop talking about this now and let's talk about it another day."

Yang Huamei turned her eyes to Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, Dabai is your nephew. You have to pay attention to this matter. If it really doesn't work, send him to Qing'er's restaurant to do things. I see that Yongqing can follow his fifth brother's butt and make a runner-up behind him. My Dabai is better than Yongqing..."

Yang Huamei was so excited that she could not hide her mouth. Wang Shuanzi secretly poked her to her and she didn't even accept it, and she was still talking.

Yang Huazhong interrupted her impatiently: "Mei'er, Dabai has Dabai's strengths, and Qingbo's strengths, you can't just push on one."

Yang Huamei was a little embarrassed.

"Third brother, I don't mean that..."

"Okay, I know you have no bad intentions." Yang Huazhong waved his hand.

"I will pay attention to Dabai's craftsmanship, but if you want to go to a restaurant to do things, you have to go find Qing'er, I don't care about that."

...

On the way home, Yang Huamei walked quickly in front of her. No matter how Wang Shuanzi shouted behind her, she kept walking.

Wang Shuanzi was in poor health and had a slight pace. When he walked quickly, he was breathing heavily.

If Yang Huamei was angry for a while, she would still stop and wait for him. But after Yang Huazhong said a few words, Yang Huamei was a little depressed, so she buried her head and went home.

In the yard, Wang Hongquan was squatting there rinsing his mouth, and there was a cistern for washing his face at his feet.

"Here you come back? Why didn't Shuanzi be with you?"

"Back."

After saying this, Yang Huamei turned her head and crawled into the kitchen.

Wang Hongquan was left in the yard with an inexplicable look on his face.

What's wrong with the wife? Why are you so angry? Could it be that the couple is quarreling?

After Wang Hongquan washed his face, he went to the backyard to go to the toilet. Wang Shuanzi finally walked into the door with the yard wall.

"Oh, why did you look like this? Hurry up, sit down and take a breath first."

Wang Hongquan rushed over to support Wang Shuanzi, but saw that Wang Shuanzi had a pale face, sweat beads on his face, and his clothes were wet, sticking to his back.

"What's going on?"

After sitting on the stool and leaning against the adobe wall and taking a few deep breaths, Wang Shuanzi finally took a little slower.

Seeing Wang Hongquan squatting in front of him with a nervous look on his face, Wang Shuanzi squeezed out a smile, "I'm fine."

If it's all like this, how can it be fine? Wang Hongquan is not a fool.

He looked at the kitchen, and Yang Huamei didn't come out to take a look from beginning to end.

"Shuanzi, I tell you that your body is your own, your life is your own. Others don't care about your life or death, you have to be a measure of your own..."

Before Wang Shuanzi could stop his father's words, Yang Huamei had already rushed out of the kitchen.

He was wearing an apron around his waist and a spatula in his hand. His eyes were red and his eyes were like he had just cried.

"I'm all bullying him? I'm that evil man? Wang Shuanzi, tell your father, I'm bullying you, but I don't care about your life or death!"

Wang Hongquan stood up, "That's how you talk to your elders? Ah?"
Chapter completed!