Seeing Yang Huamei being so determined, Yang Ruoqing couldn't say anything else.

Poor parents in the world!

Even if the child is a piece of shit, I still hope that he can make different kinds of shit, at least like beef shit, which he can stick to the wall to make firewood.

When it comes to educating children, since Yang Huamei has her own plans, Yang Ruoqing, as an outsider, can only say this.

I only hope that the tolerance and pampering of Yang Huamei, Lao Wang and his family can impress Dabai one day.

Yang Huamei finished washing two large basins of clothes and returned home. Soon Wang Hongquan also brought back a pair of pig's trotters from the town.

There are not only pig's trotters, but also two white-skinned melons.

"Yeah, this melon looks sweet. I want to eat it. I want to eat it."

Dabai had just gotten up and was squatting in the yard gargling his mouth. When he saw Melon, he immediately spat out the salt water in his mouth and ran over.

He grabbed a melon in his hand, without washing it, and punched the melon with his fist to create a crack. He broke it into two pieces with both hands, held it in his hand and took a bite, shaking his head while eating, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Why are you so impatient, you brat? You didn't even wait for me to get a kitchen knife to cut it!"

Yang Huamei brought the kitchen knife over from the kitchen, and the piece of melon on Dabai's left hand was almost wiped out.

Wang Hongquan laughed and watched Dabai eating the melon, which was more satisfying than eating it by himself.

Yang Huamei put away the other melon, "Don't move this one. We'll eat it together when your father comes back at night. Did you hear that?"

Dabai held the melon with his back to Yang Huamei, completely immersed in the sweet juice of the melon, and turned a deaf ear to Yang Huamei's words.

Yang Huamei was so angry that she pinched him again.

He jumped and hid back in his house.

"This kid, what you eat is not enough!" Yang Huamei spat again and turned back to the kitchen.

Wang Hongquan stood at the door of the kitchen with a dry tobacco pole and told Yang Huamei how much it cost to buy pig trotters in Wa City in the morning, and then talked about the origin of melons.

"... I was weighing pig's trotters in Wa City, and I happened to meet your niece Ju'er, who is in the fourth room of my mother's family, shopping for groceries. She gave me these two melons. I was too embarrassed to ask for them, so she had to force them into my hands..."

"At that moment, he was still holding his second son in his arms. I didn't have any snacks to comfort the child, so I was embarrassed..."

Yang Huamei rinsed the pig's trotters with cold water over and over again in the kitchen, and raised her voice and said to Wang Hongquan at the door of the kitchen: "That's okay. When I go back to Ju'er to take the children back to her parents' home, I will send some eggs to her children."

, return this favor."

"Hey, that's good, that's good."

Wang Hongquan took a few puffs of dry cigarettes and figured that breakfast would be a while away, so he picked up his hoe and went to the fields.

…

"Qing'er, how many days have it been since Xiao An and He Qingsong went to Xiushui Town? It's reasonable to say it's time to come back, right?"

The sun was scorching hot in the courtyard, and the wind blowing through the hall made the two rooms feel particularly cool.

Yang Ruoqing placed a wicker chair on the wind vent, lazily leaning back, holding a novel recently written by Zhang Ban in her hand and reading it with gusto.

The person who asked the question was Ms. Sun. She was a restless person. On this hot day, she even pulled a bundle of straw and sat on the left side of the door. While knitting straw shoes, she raised her head and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Questions like this started on the third day after Xiao An left.

In the beginning, I asked one question a day. As time went by, I asked two or three questions a day. And looking at this trend, the number of questions will continue to increase.

But the problem is, she asked, and no one here could give her an accurate answer!

"It's been about twelve or three days since I walked," Yang Ruoqing said, her eyes still fixed on the page of the book.

Zhang Ban is a very imaginative person, although in reality he can't beat him with three sticks, and he is not good at communicating with others.

But in his novels, he can use words to weave a bizarre world for readers, in which all kinds of people laugh, cry, struggle, or become depressed.

The various forms of life, the impermanence of things, all kinds of opportunities and coincidences, and all kinds of twists and turns will always appear when you least expect it.

Just like the novel that Yang Ruoqing is reading now, it is his latest one. In order to concentrate on preparing for the exam, the scholar moved the book boy to an ancient temple in the mountains to study, and fell in love with all kinds of fairies, ghost girls, and fox girls in the mountains.

story.

This kid is really Pu Songling from another world.

"When they left earlier, they said they would be back in half a month at most. Isn't that fast?"

Sun's voice interrupted Yang Ruoqing's thoughts again.

"Well, that should be soon." Yang Ruoqing said casually, she was watching the highlight part.

The fox girl and the flower demon had a fight, and whoever got the scholar's soul first would win. However, the scholar preferred the ethereal flower demon and was a little aloof from the charming fox.

The fox girl thought of a way to transform herself into a flower demon, and came to seduce the scholar in scantily clad clothes on a dark and windy night.

When the two of them were about to achieve something good, the scholar suddenly threw the fox girl to the ground, his face full of anger, revealing the fox girl's true face.

The fox girl was aggrieved and puzzled, thinking that her magic of transformation was perfect, and asked the scholar how he found the flaw.

The scholar shook his broad sleeves and pointed at the fox girl's armpit, and said sternly: "Hua Qing is fragrant and sultry, and doing cloudy and rainy things with her makes you feel relaxed and happy, but your body odor is pungent and disgusting!"

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh. The story that was originally supposed to be sweet and colorful was played with Zhang Ban's clever pen. Not only did it not fall into the cliché, but it also had a sense of humor in it.

There are many, many plots like this, and if Yang Ruoqing can understand them, then these books will definitely sell well if they are burned.

So now she has a cooperative relationship with Zhang Ban. Zhang Ban teaches in the town's academy during the day, and when he comes home at night, he races against time and writes furiously.

I heard from Xiaojie that it had become normal for Zhang Ban to stay up late to catch up on manuscripts. Sometimes she felt a little distressed when she saw it, but she couldn't stop him.

Because she knew why Zhang Ban was working so hard.

"Then what kind of book is it? Is it so beautiful? Look at you talking to me absent-mindedly." The good old lady Sun said half teasingly and half angrily.

Yang Ruoqing closed the novel and raised her head with a smile.

"Zhang Ban wrote it. The story is very interesting." She said.

After hearing that it was written by Zhang Ban, Sun also became interested.

She said while tying the straw rope: "I heard from your aunt that I bought some money for the book written by Zhang Ban. The gold bracelet on Xiaojie's hand and the longevity lock on Yanyan's neck are all from Zhang Ban."

Ban bought it for me."

"A few days ago, the young couple took Yanyan back to her parents' home. They brought many gifts. They bought two jars of fine wine and some tobacco for your grandpa. They made your grandpa very happy."

If Lao Suntou is happy, Mrs. Sun will be happy.

Mrs. Sun was happy, and so was Yang Ruoqing.
Chapter completed!