What about the stepmother dressed as three villains?

The platinum fish was silent.

Today is a loss.

Tomorrow's chicken drumstick rice has been cancelled.

There is no money to buy candied chestnuts or something.

Everything is still up to her.

He can't rely on others!

Platinum Fish feels that it is necessary to take a desperate risk. If these conventional methods fail, then she might as well... go all out!

***

At dinner in the evening, Dabao and Erbao talked about how Bai Jinyang flattered them in school today.

Jiang Lianzhu hummed, indicating that she understood.

Didn't say much else, just let their brothers have their own opinions and know what can be done and what can't be done.

Wang Laowu didn't say a word.

Although he usually doesn't talk much, it's a bit uncomfortable for him to not say a word from the beginning to the end.

Er Bao has sharp eyes, "Father, what's wrong with your face? Is it a bit swollen?"

Wang Laowu replied, "Toothache, I got angry, I'm fine, I'll be fine tomorrow." After he applied the quick-acting medicine last night, Jiang Lianzhu's five finger prints disappeared, and the swelling could still be seen.

Nanbao quietly pulled Erbao over, muttering, "Mother didn't talk to Daddy all day, they must have had a fight."

Er Bao blinked, "What's the reason?"

"I saw that the couch in my mother's room fell down today, maybe it was caused by my father, and my mother is so angry..."

Erbao was puzzled again, "Oh, it broke something! Then it's over after it's fixed?"

"Yes, then I don't know..." Nanbao scratched her head and continued to eat her meal.

When he was sleeping at night, Wang Laowu couldn't help walking to the door of Jiang Lianzhu's room, and then silently went back to his guest room.

Lying on the big bed, eyes open, thinking about what happened last night, unable to close them for a long time.

Finally, with a sigh.

He really seemed to be Meng Lang!

Shouldn't.

For some reason, when she was around, he would always act abnormally, and he couldn't control himself.

In the future, if she is willing, he will be responsible.

***

Zhishu school.

Early in the morning, Old Master He gathered the children together for a morning meeting.

Once a week.

All the children in the third class of Tiandiren were present. After Mr. He finished talking about the school, he said some digressions.

"There was a severe drought in a state capital in the north of our Da'an country. Now the refugees there are migrating south. Although Shili Town in Shamen County is not a must pass, there are also a few refugees passing by. I told you two days ago that there are Those who are capable should help those who are stuttering, and those who are incapable should not bully the weak and refugees. "

"Yesterday, when I saw officers and soldiers at the gate of the city giving medicine and porridge to the refugees who passed by our Shili Town, I felt very comforted! Our Da'an Country, our Shili Town, is still very humane. In the face of a catastrophe, the government has this This act of kindness has greatly relieved the hearts of the people. This is not a simple medicine porridge. It is a hope for the refugees. It is a stability pill for us ordinary people. !"

The evaluation was so high that all the students were enthusiastic and excited after hearing it.

There are children talking in low voices.

They all look excited.

Er Bao gently pulled Da Bao next to him, winked and said, "Brother!"

That feeling of pride and honor could hardly be stopped, and came to the fore.

This is a great thing their family has done.

It was rice bought by their mother Jiang Lianzhu and father Wang Laowu, and the porridge was cooked.

When they grow up, they have to learn from their parents, to be good people and to have a big picture.

It is worthwhile for such a small matter to excite the master and elevate it to national justice.

Dabao's face was pale, but there was excitement in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards the Master said again,

"We are scholars, with a lot of knowledge and knowledge. We donate porridge and don't have rice, but we have pens in our hands, righteousness in our hearts, and light in our eyes. What can we do? We can write down this matter with pens and paper , Write it down, let the good deeds of our town spread widely and sing praises! Today, the old man will assign you a question. All the students in the three classes of Tiandiren, write an This article will be handed over to their masters within three days, and everyone must write it. If the writing is good, the old master will be rewarded!"

……

As soon as these words came out, the students who were still enthusiastic before suddenly became half-sluggish.

Scumbags, collectively sigh, huh?I want to write an article!

The masters of the school, on the other hand, showed joy, and circled the word "reward" for the exam.

Dabao remained calm.

Er Bao sighed.

These two basically represent the current mood of the children in the entire Zhishu Academy.

After returning to their respective classrooms, the teacher in his class emphasized it again to them. Er Bao was listless. He was thinking about whether to ask his brother to write an article for him. That's all.

Of the two classes in the morning, one is a self-study class, and someone has already started writing this essay.

Little Fatty Mao Jiaman was writing.

The old god Dabao is here, he is not in a hurry, he will write when he gets home at night, what should he do in class during the day, and there is no need to delay the class.

Erbao was full of pride for the good deeds he did to his parents before, and now he is also proud. The fly in the ointment is that it would be great if the master didn't let them write articles, alas, the world is unpredictable.

It passed in the morning.

When it was time to eat at noon, Er Bao had a mouthful of grilled rice.

Hear movement behind the classroom.

Looking back, it was Bai Jinyang who was doing things again.

Bai Jinyang was frustrated by them, and he never came to provoke them again. Every time he ran into each other after class, he would pass by with his nostrils upturned.

Now it seems to be bullying another classmate.

This classmate seems to be called Duan Changdong, and the conditions at home seem to be not very good. He wears clothes that are patched one after another, and they don’t fit well. In the lunch box he brings every time he eats, there are miscellaneous corn buns and pickles. No, just some vegetable porridge.

I don't have any good friends usually, and I always smile to please everyone I see.

Because the conditions are not good, he still does some small business in the word class, such as copying homework for classmates privately, running errands, going shopping in town for others, etc., earning a few copper coins.

When Dabao and Erbao first entered the herringbone class, Duan Changdong took the initiative to greet them on the first day, welcome them both, and introduce his business scope to them by the way. You can find him.

Dabao and Erbao have never been in need, and the people in Changdong are quite friendly during this period. They are the kind of people who can let others go first and him go second when they meet each other in the wrong way.