Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Zhuang Dalang was dragged by him, his face full of helplessness, "The children in the family don't know much, if they go to the capital, if they get into trouble, won't they cause trouble for their father?"

Zhou Zhou Lang said: "Your family has never seen it again. It is also a family that has studied since childhood. There are many people in my family who don't know a single word. Don't you also live well in the capital?"

He said: "People, as long as they are honest and have a good character, we don't make trouble, how can we cause trouble?"

Zhuang Dalang lowered his eyes and said: "My father is a noble character, he is even more honest, and he never caused trouble, but when he has to find him, isn't it still a catastrophe?"

Zhou Zhoulang dragged him away, "I can't stop walking just because I'm afraid of falling, let's go, let's go home and talk."

Zhou Zhoulang took Zhuang Dalang home, um, the dealer.

Mrs. Zhuang saw Zhou Zhoulang coming back with Zhuang Dalang on her back, she was stunned for a while, and she realized that she hurriedly invited him inside.

Mrs. Zhuang was very polite to Zhou Zhoulang. After letting people sit down, she hurriedly called her grandchildren and gave them a handful of money. "Hurry up and buy some vegetables from the restaurant at the street corner, and buy a jug of good wine."

The children happily agreed, took the money and ran away.

Zhou Zhou Lang thanked Aunt Zhuang, pulled Zhuang Dalang and said, "You, even if you are too cautious, it doesn't mean that you are wrong, but there is no one in this world who refuses to eat and drink because he will be choked? You also think of the good , Going to the capital, not only will the children go to school and have a better future, but you can also be filial to your husband, right?"

Zhou Zhoulang's eyes turned red again as he spoke, and he held his hand and cried, "You don't know how lonely Mr. Zhuang is in the capital all these years. Son is still different, every festival, sir will always think of you, don't say how sad that look is."

Zhuang Dalang looked skeptical, all he knew was that his father used to talk about his younger brothers and younger sisters during Chinese New Year at home, either telling a few children that they went hiking together, or going out for picnics and drinking together.

After hesitating for a while, he said: "My father has always been calm, surrounded by friends and disciples, would he act sad?"

"Yes, compare your heart with your heart. If the children are not with you and you are alone at home during the New Year, will your heart be hurt?"

Zhuang Dalang has always attached great importance to family affection, and was silent when he heard the words.

Zhou Zhou Lang said: "It's not that Mister is sad, but he just doesn't want people to see him. He is a father, so you can't let him tell you how much he misses you first. You are the son. Why not be gentle?"

Zhuang Dalang: "...Silang, Xiaoyi and gentleness are not used in this way."

"Oh, it's fine if the meaning is correct. You are a scholar and smart. You should understand what I mean, right?"

Zhuang Dalang was silent.

Zhou Zhoulang urged him, "Are you filial or not? Think about how old Mr. Zhuang is. My sister said, what kind of tree should stand quietly, and the wind won't agree. You don't want to be filial to your parents now. , wait a hundred years later, Mr. Tianzun, even if you think about it again, Master Tianzun will not be able to conjure a Mr. for you."

Zhuang Ji'an, who didn't know when to return home, stood at the door and said: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to support but the relatives don't wait."

Zhou Zhoulang was overjoyed and nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, that's what it means."

He glanced at Zhuang Dalang, then turned around and asked Zhuang Ji'an, "Ji An, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Zhuang Ji'an nodded slightly, and looked at Zhuang Dalang, "Father, maybe grandfather really misses you."

"Of course I thought about it, otherwise why did I come back to my hometown?" Zhou Zhoulang sighed: "You know me, I only go back to my hometown around the Chinese New Year, in order to buy tea, and it's only autumn now , Originally, I was going to the north, but Mr. Zhuang received the letter you sent back, and I was so sad, I really couldn't bear it, so I volunteered to go through this experience."

Zhou Zhoulang dragged a chair and sat beside Zhuang Dalang, hugged his shoulders and said, "Brother Zhuang, what do we have to do with each other? I don't talk dark words in front of Ming people, and I know that you had a bad life when you were young. Alas, I actually had a bad time when I was young." It's not good either."

Zhuang Dalang: ...

"But no matter how good you are, Mr. Zhuang is only your son. Mr. Zhuang is ambitious and wants to be famous, but he also values ​​you as a son more, otherwise he can't take you back to his hometown," Zhou Zhoulang scratched at this point. Head, couldn't help but said: "To be honest, I don't understand why you scholars are sad."

He said: "You scholars think a lot, your mind is sensitive, and you can't stand a little setback, unlike us farmers, as long as you can live."

"I really don't care about anything, I don't have to work anymore," Zhou Zhou Lang counted for him with his fingers, "Do you see how many brothers and sisters I have? There are seven of them, and my fourth child is stuck in the middle, unable to get up or down. "

"When I was young, my parents looked for the eldest brother and the second brother to discuss things. The favorite children were Man Bao and the fifth and the sixth. The third brother and I should not slip away, but my third brother is honest. When my parents look at him, they always think He suffered a loss, so my thoughts are partial to him, how pitiful I am, I never take it to heart, otherwise I would have died of grief."

Zhuang Dalang looked at him incredulously.

"You don't believe me," Zhou Lang said, patting his thigh, "I'm the one who gets beaten the most among our brothers. My father can chase me around the village three times with a stick. My leg was broken, and when I hate you, I will be kicked out of the house, do you see that I am sad?"

Zhuang Dalang was surprised, "Master Zhou looks like a very gentle person..."

"Oh, that's all appearances. Mr. Zhuang still looks cheerful and generous, but when he's sad, he still hugs the wine jar and cries."

Zhuang Dalang was shocked, "Father, is he really crying?"

"I'm crying!" Zhou Zhoulang looked at him eagerly, holding his hands, "If you really don't want to part with Luojiang County, then you can take time off and go to the capital to see Mr. Mister's love for his son."

"Don't you look at how old Mr. Zhuang is, do you still let him go back and forth between the capital and Luojiang County?" Seeing him contemplating, Zhou Zhou Lang tried his best to persuade him as if he had opened up the two veins of Ren and Du: "Go Visiting relatives in the capital for two months, the children will not cause any trouble, right? And it will also give them a lot of insight."

Zhuang Dalang didn't have a good impression of the capital, and muttered, "What's so good about the capital..."

"You have been there, of course you can say that, the children have never seen it, of course they want to see it."

Mrs. Zhuang, who had been silent for a while, refilling wine for them, suddenly said, "I haven't seen that either."

Zhou Zhoulang immediately smiled and said: "Yes, I should also let my sister-in-law go to see the prosperity of the capital."

He laughed and said, "When we get to the capital, let Man Bao greet you. You are her brothers and sisters-in-law. The princess's mansion where she lives now is bigger than the county government..."