Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao went home with a sullen stomach. When she had dinner, her appetite was not as good as before. Thinking about not wasting food, Man Bao gave most of the rice in the bowl to her father.

Old Zhou Tou was so surprised, "Man Bao, why don't you eat it?"

Man Bao lowered his head to pick up the vegetables and said, "I'm not hungry."

Qian Shi reached out and touched her belly and asked, "What did you eat at Bai's house?"

"Eat dim sum, it's delicious, but it's delicious." Man Bao reminisced about the taste of glutinous rice cakes, and suddenly felt that the rice was not so delicious.

So she put down the bowl.

Qian Shi frowned slightly, "Man Bao, don't eat too many snacks in the future, you know?"

It was only then that Man Bao realized that he had accidentally said something, and shrank his head in a guilty conscience.

Liu Shi also found out that Bai Shanbao had a poor appetite tonight, but she only glanced at her guilty daughter-in-law and said nothing more.

Shortly after eating, Bai Shanbao was ordered to drink half a bowl of hawthorn water, while Man Bao was given half a bowl of sweet and sour water.

The next day, when the two friends met in the school, they quietly said, "I hope your mother will send us snacks every day."

Bai Shanbao also thought, but this is impossible.

Mr. Liu took over the job of delivering snacks to them again. Every day, he set rations. As long as Manbao came, there would be a maximum of two glutinous rice dumplings in the kitchen, and the more ones would be gone.

The two children lived a life of looking forward to tomorrow after eating today, but soon, they said that snacks and other things were just trivial matters, because the winter solstice was approaching, Mr. How's the writing going?"

The two children were refreshed, and immediately glanced at each other alertly, and then nodded at him reservedly: "It's all written, and it's fine to revise it a little bit."

Mr. Zhuang was amused by the reaction of the two children.

This article has been arranged for two months. They are all reading and writing in one place. He does not believe that their article can still be kept secret.

Sure enough, Man Bao felt a little remorse at this time. Bai Shanbao should not have asked Bai Shanbao to correct her typos. Bai Shanbao also regretted it.

I don't know if he (she) can write better than himself.

At the same time, the two children decided to go back and make a change.

But the abilities of the two people are there, they wrote the same thing, and even the data used is the same.

So within two days, they still handed in the copy that they thought was the best article.

Mr. Zhuang didn't read it immediately, but put it aside, then smiled: "Okay, you've finished writing this big homework, and I'll arrange another longer one for you."

After a while, Mr. Zhuang said, "Didn't you guys bask some Centella asiatica for Ji Shitang this summer?"

The two children nodded.

"Then you can write an article on this subject."

The two children were at a loss, "Isn't it just selling Centella asiatica, what's there to write about?"

Man Bao said: "Sir, I not only sell Centella asiatica, but I also sell candy, ginger, yam, bamboo baskets, and eggs. Can you write these?"

Mr. Zhuang didn't expect that the younger disciple was already an experienced businessman at such a young age, and his face could not help but turn dark, "No, just write Centella asiatica and Ji Shitang. I don't care what you write, as long as the scope is not exceeded."

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao couldn't help frowning their little brows. Mr. Zhuang said, "This homework is not urgent. I can give you half a year. Just wait until next year before Zhongyuan."

Man Bao couldn't help but let out a "wow", "It's been so long?"

"Yeah, this is extra homework, so your classwork is also indispensable. It happens to be a rest tomorrow. I'll give you two more assignments."

Bai Shanbao couldn't help but turn his head and stare at Manbao. It's all your fault. If it wasn't for your wow, the husband might not even remember it.

Man Bao also lowered his head, pouting his lips in grievance.

No matter how much they like to read, they always think about having fun when they are off. Who likes to do more homework?

But Mr. Zhuang ignored this and gave the two children more homework than other children in the same class to show his love, and waved them away.

The two children walked out with their heads drooping with their small bookcases on their backs.

Manbao no longer needs to be picked up by anyone, but Daji still insists on picking up Bai Shanbao every day, while others are waiting outside.

As soon as the young master came out, he went up to meet him. Seeing that the two children had their heads drooping, he asked with a smile, "Mr. has a lot of homework assigned?"

The two children nodded heartily, and they said goodbye to Bai Shanbao when they reached the intersection, "I don't want to go to your house today, I want to go back to my own."

Bai Shanbao said, "If you don't do your homework, you can't go out to play tomorrow."

Man Bao sniffed and said, "But I don't want to do my homework now, I want to go to the river to catch loach."

Bai Shanbao was refreshed and immediately said, "I'll go too!"

He dragged her and ran to the village, "Put the bookcase at your house first. I didn't catch a single loach last time, but I will definitely catch it this time."

Daji quickly followed.

It was the coldest and driest time of the year, and the water level in the river dropped a lot, revealing a large area of ​​wet river mud.

The water in some mud pits is not dry, and some small fish will be left in it, so the children like to go to the river to touch the small fish, and they can't help but touch the loach.

Fortunately, when it was the coldest here, there were only a few thin pieces of ice floes on the river. The children were fine as long as they didn't deliberately step on the water.

Many children in the village like to poked sticks in the river mud, apparently digging for loach.

Thursday Lang also mixed in with his two younger brothers, nephews and nieces.

He was the most conspicuous among the group of children, because he was so old.

But there is no way. The ginger at home is sold out, and the rest are seeds. The seeds left by the yam and some of the food they eat at home are also sold out. They have nothing to do at the moment.

As a famous kid in the village, how could Shirou not participate in activities like digging loach?

Not only did he participate, but he was also very domineering. With his ten years of experience in vertical and horizontal mud ponds, he quickly encircled a large piece of land, asked his younger brother, nephews and nieces to surround the land, and then rolled up his sleeves to dig.

No one can come.

By the time Man Bao and Bai Shanbao rushed over holding hands, he had already dug up a dozen or so.

At this moment, I was bending over and stroking in the mud.

As soon as Man Bao rushed over, he just touched a head, slid his hand straight forward, pinched it, and threw it to the ground next to him, just at the feet of the two children.

Bai Shanbao reacted the fastest. With a wow, he reached out and grabbed it, but it was too hard. The loach slipped out of his palm and fell to the ground. Manbao also reacted and rushed to grab it. .

Good night