Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao turned around and wanted to slip away, but Mr. Zhuang had already seen the ladder placed in the corner. He reached out and grabbed Man Bao by the collar, angrily said: "Go back and copy "Yi Li" for me!"

Man Bao's eyes almost popped out, and he shouted: "Sir, we didn't bring "Rituals"."

"I'll borrow it for you, Mr. Lan has it."

Man Bao was about to cry, she immediately turned to look at her two juniors.

Bai Erlang shrank aside like a quail, and Bai Shanbao also gave her a look of helplessness.

Man Bao is not afraid of copying books, but she is afraid of copying "Yi Li".

Although she was often punished for copying books, it was the first time that she was directly punished for copying a copy of "Rituals" like this. Mr. Zhuang insisted, and wrote a letter to Zhou Zhoulang, asking him to find someone to deliver at the intersection. To Lan's house.

Zhou Zhoulang was reluctant to spend money, and the Lan family was not very far away, so he took the letter and left without looking at his sister who was punished.

Man Bao could only slump his shoulders and go back to the study, rubbing his ink and preparing to wait for the book to arrive.

Mr. Zhuang still refused to let her go, and said: "The copy is better, the handwriting must be neat, and it is bound into a book after copying. When you make mistakes in the future, just use it as a model copy."

Now even the eyes of Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang became active.

When Zhou Zhoulang came back with the book, Man Bao had no choice but to get lucky, stained with ink, and then wrote correctly.

Because it is necessary to ensure neatness, the content is still not familiar to me, the words are difficult, and the meaning of the words is also difficult. If you are not careful, you may write wrong words, and the speed is much slower.

Man Bao only copied five pages when the sun went down.

She put the copied one aside to dry, and then put it away when it was dry.

Bai Shanbao didn't study anymore, he put away his desk and ran out.

When Man Bao went out, he saw them clumsily helping Zhou Zhou to chop firewood. Man Bao went to them and sat down.

Zhou Zhoulang took a look at her and asked curiously, "Have you finished copying?"

Man Bao: "Where is it so fast, it will take at least ten days to copy it."

Zhou Zhoulang was surprised, "It's just a book, didn't you all copy books very quickly before?"

Bai Shanbao smiled gloatingly, "What's the matter? We memorize "Thousand Characters" and "The Analects" backwards, and we can write them with our eyes closed, but "Rituals", hehehe..."

"What are you proud of?" Man Bao said, "Sir, I said that when you make a mistake, you have to copy "Yi Li"."

"I don't make mistakes."

Bai Erlang immediately said: "I won't either."

Man Bao snorted, turned his head to the side, touched his stomach, and felt a little hungry, "Fourth Brother, what shall we have for dinner?"

"Eat the food from the restaurant in the alley. I've made an agreement with them. They will deliver it in a while. I've steamed the rice."

Everyone dislikes the dishes made by Zhou Lang, so they basically eat outside for three meals a day.

Breakfast food is usually bought by Zhou Zhoulang, or they buy it when they go out for a walk by themselves. Lunch and dinner are mostly delivered by Zhou Zhoulang from the store.

The rice steams itself.

Man Bao sat on a small stool, missing his sister-in-law's meals as usual.

Zhou Zhoulang also missed it, "It would be great if my sister-in-law was here, and we wouldn't have to spend so much money every day."

Man Bao said: "Actually, there are not many."

Zhou Zhoulang looked at her and said, "I really suspect that you are not a child of our family. The way you spend money is as if your family is rich."

"My family has no money, but I have money."

Zhou Zhoulang actually felt that what she said made sense.

"I have a distinguished guest tomorrow, do you think I should go buy some snacks and put them away?" Zhou Zhoulang changed the subject.

The three younger ones immediately nodded, "Yes, yes."

They haven't eaten snacks for a long time, so there's nothing they can do. Although Zhou Zhoulang, who manages the money, is more generous than the old Zhou Tou, he is still picky about some unnecessary expenses.

Such as dim sum.

Bai Erlang said: "Buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Bai Shanbao: "There are also chestnut cakes."

Man Bao: "The glutinous rice cakes are also good, the snow-white ones."

"There are so many requests. I'll go and see tomorrow, and I'll buy whichever is cheaper."

The three little ones laughed, they all knew that Zhou Zhoulang was just saying that, otherwise if they didn't like the dim sum they bought, wouldn't it be a waste?

Since there are distinguished guests coming, of course we can't just buy some snacks, we also have to buy tea, and we have to cook the tea.

Zhou Zhoulang calculated the things he wanted to buy in his mind, and said to the little ones: "You guys go to wash your clothes tomorrow, I won't help you anymore."

Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang looked at Man Bao immediately, and Man Bao acted like a baby, "Fourth brother, help us for a few more days, we are not ready yet."

"It's been a few days and you are still not ready? I have taken you to see it two or three times," Zhou Zhoulang flatly refused: "I won't help, go by myself!"

After finishing speaking, Pat took the ax and put it away, took the firewood and went back to boil the water.

The three children sighed again and again. They discussed it and decided to wash up earlier today.

After washing, the three of them put on bunts, wrapped their hands and hugged their clothes to go out.

Zhou Zhoulang looked at it for a while, and asked, "Aren't the clothes washed in the morning?"

Man Bao said: "Everyone thinks the same as you, so there are so many people washing clothes in the morning, and they can queue up for an hour. What a waste of time."

Bai Shanbao nodded and said: "Anyway, it's not dark, we can wash clothes quickly."

Of course it will be soon, all three are washing clothes for the first time, although they have seen it several times, but when it is their turn, they still throw the clothes into the river, drag them up after they are soaked, pat them twice, and wring them When dry, put it in a tub.

Daji, who was following behind the three of them, was stunned for a moment, his forehead twitched, and he couldn't help but say, "It's not clean."

The three little ones looked at Daji, then looked at the clothes in their hands, threw them into the river and stirred them up, and asked their little friends to help wring them together when they were dragged up.

Daji hesitated to speak, but stopped after thinking about it.

Forget it, after a long time, you can always learn.

Zhou Zhoulang boiled the last pot of hot water, and just after pouring out the hot water, before he had time to wash up, he saw them coming back with wooden basins.

He smiled and asked, "Why didn't you wash it?"

Man Bao said: "We have already washed it."

Zhou Zhoulang subconsciously glanced at the sunset in the sky, feeling something was wrong, "No, how long have you been out, have you reached the river?"

"Here we are, we have been washing for a long time."

Zhou Zhoulang opened his mouth wide, wanting to ask them, where has he been?

He glanced at Daji who followed behind with a blank expression, and couldn't help exhaling, forget it, let them go, anyway, he didn't wear the clothes himself.

If there were only a few of them in this family, it wouldn't take long for everyone to become sloppy, but it wasn't.

So when Mr. Zhuang came out, he saw the wet clothes drying on the wooden sticks in the yard, and said, "Take out the clothes and wash them again. Clothes that are not wrung out are not allowed to dry."

He felt that he still had to teach a few children the skills of life. He was not a husband, he was just an old father who had his heart broken.

The next chapter is around six in the afternoon