Xiao Hei was very reluctant to leave the comfortable school, as it would be too shameful to learn a craft.

But when he heard that he was following his master to eat outside at noon, he forced himself to listen back.

"However, the master who teaches you a craft will be a little different from the master you have in school. A craftsman requires real skills, so you have to study hard. If you don't study hard, it won't be a big deal if you ruin yourself.

, it will also ruin your master's reputation in the future, so your master will definitely have strict requirements on you, so that you can't be as lazy as you were in school. You yourself have to correct your thinking, change your mind, and learn some skills from your master...

"

"Dad, I want to ask." Xiao Hei raised his hand, interrupting Wang Shuanzi's introduction.

"You ask."

"Aside from farming and learning crafts, is there a third way for me to choose?"

"What do you mean?"

"emmmmm...hehe, my uncle and cousins ​​run a restaurant and do business, right? Can you also let my uncle and cousin take me with them and let me work in the restaurant?"

You can eat well, sleep well, and earn a lot of money in the restaurant. He is the cousin of the owner, who wouldn’t give him face?

Wang Shuanzi's brows furrowed slightly.

Yang Huamei's hand kneading the dough also paused slightly.

Wang Hongquan realized that something was wrong, so he tugged on Xiao Hei's clothes to prevent him from continuing, while he rushed ahead to discuss with Wang Shuanzi and Yang Huamei's kind words for Xiao Hei:

"If the restaurant doesn't work, don't force it. If you go to the restaurant, you won't be under our noses. Otherwise, over at the Taoist temple... Mei'er will go and ask if you can give me Xiaohei a job? Sweep the yard, that's right.

As for the incense burner, we Xiaohei should be able to handle it."

Moreover, the Taoist temple is very prosperous and full of oil and gas, so I arranged to go in first and then do more other things later.

Purchasing, managing sesame oil money, etc... whatever Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi can do, Xiao Hei can't do worse than them after studying for so many years.

They are uncles and cousins, Xiao Hei is also a cousin, they are all blood relatives.

Yang Huamei could not wait to put the dough in her hand on Wang Hongquan's face and seal his greedy mouth!

But she had to give Wang Shuan some face, so she patiently said to Wang Hongquan: "Xiao Hei is already an adult, let him think and make his own choice. Dad, don't worry so much!"

Yang Huamei's tone was harsh. Wang Hongquan heard her displeasure, smiled awkwardly, and closed his mouth knowingly.

It's Xiao Hei's turn to make a decision again.

Under the watchful eyes of the family, Xiao Hei scratched his scalp vigorously and burped again, which smelled like big pig's trotters. Because he burped too hard, a bunch of farts came out from his bottom.

Usually one or two is enough, but now I have eaten too many soybeans, and they are like grape vines.

It also smells weird.

Wang Hongquan was so smoked that he couldn't stand still and quickly stepped aside.

The stamina of the soybeans was quite strong. Xiao Hei put in a bunch but it was not enough, and then another bunch came in. It felt like there were fried beans in his crotch.

"You kid, you don't listen to me telling you to eat less soybeans..."

Wang Hongquan was helpless. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand and reached out with the other hand to open the kitchen door a crack, so that the cold wind from outside could flow in and relieve the pressure in the kitchen...

"Oh my God, how much did you eat at night? Are you not afraid of getting a bad stomach?"

Yang Huamei covered her mouth and nose and looked at Xiao Hei in horror, as if she were looking at a pig in a pig pen.

Xiao Hei covered his stomach and smiled sheepishly, "My grandfather's big pig's hooves were so delicious that I couldn't help but eat them all."

"And those soybeans are so soft and rotten. I also like to eat them, but I like to fart..."

Yang Huamei shook her head after hearing this.

That is because this child crawled out of his own belly, and the humble blood ties are still there.

If someone else had a child like this, she wouldn't even bother to look at it. Why is it so disgusting?

"Okay, let's not talk about eating and drinking. Let's get back to the business."

Wang Shuanzi stood up and came over to close the kitchen door again, then stood in front of Xiao Hei and stared into his eyes.

"Don't even think about the restaurant and Taoist temple. They are not places for casual meals. You have no ability to make that kind of money."

"Farm or learn a trade, you choose one!"

Wang Shuanzi's serious attitude made Xiao Hei a little anxious.

"Dad, I don't want to choose either. I just want to go back to school."

"impossible!"

"Dad, I swear that I will study hard this time and promise to give you a child's degree next year..."

"I'll help you choose farming, that's it!"

After Wang Shuanzi made a decision, he turned around and walked back to the stove, and sat down with a gloomy expression.

"Dad, I don't work in farming. I am too lazy to be a farmer. I am as tired as a mule and a horse with my face facing the loess and my back to the sky..."

"boom!"

Wang Shuanzi, who would never get angry and hit a child, actually whipped the fire stick in his hand onto Xiao Hei.

This time it became firm, and Xiao Hei screamed in pain.

And Wang Shuanzi seemed to have exhausted most of his strength.

He pointed at Xiao Hei with the remaining half of his strength, and said through gritted teeth: "Look down on farmers? If your father and your mother are not farmers, where will the money come from for you to eat, drink, and defecate in school?"

"The most terrifying thing for a person is to forget his roots. You child has had too many good times and has been wasted. Farming, you can work hard at home for me. From tomorrow on, you will follow your father to get familiar with our fields..."

"I dont go……"

"If you don't go, I'll break your legs! If you drive me out of the house again, you can go wherever you like!"

After Wang Shuanzi said these words almost roaringly, he fell back as if exhausted, leaning on the pile of pine hair behind him and gasping for air.

Yang Huamei no longer cared about rolling the dough. She threw away the rolling pin and ran towards Wang Shuanzi, supported him and gently stroked his chest.

"Shuanzi, calm down and breathe. Don't be angry. It's not worth it..."

Wang Hongquan was also anxious, worried that Xiao Hei would say something else to irritate Wang Shuanzi, so he dragged Xiao Hei out of the kitchen, pushed him into the opposite room, closed the door, and went to reason...

…

Yang Huamei came into the room with hot hand-rolled noodles. Wang Shuanzi was half-undressed and lying on the bed. The tung oil lamp on the table in front of the bed flickered on and off, and his face was horrifyingly pale.

"Shuanzi, let's have something to eat." Yang Huamei sat down by the bed and said softly.

Wang Shuanzi glanced at the dough she was holding, with a poached egg on top.

"Why did you give me poached eggs again? Don't you want to keep them for the New Year?" he asked.

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly, when did her family become such a luxury that even eating a poached egg became a luxury?

"You can eat it, there's some for the Chinese New Year."

"I don't like egg yolks. If you eat the yolks, I'll eat the egg whites." Wang Shuanzi added.

You don't need to ask to know that Mei'er will definitely be reluctant to eat it.

Yang Huamei bit her lip, she also understood Wang Shuanzi's intention, she buried her head and tears fell into the bowl.

Afraid of soiling the noodles in the bowl, she turned her face to shed her tears and sobbed, "Shuanzi, I can't help you, I can't help you, the old Wang family."

"Meier, why do you say that? You have nothing to be sorry for. You are very kind."

Wang Shuanzi struggled to sit up straight and persuaded softly.

But Yang Huamei shook her head: "I gave birth to two useless things for you, one is worse than the other. As the old saying goes, a loving mother often loses her son. It's my fault. I really regret it, I regret it, wuwuwu...
Chapter completed!