In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

After leaving the state-owned hotel, Song Hongguo was still thinking that if Huo Minglou was thrown away after use, he would be a scumbag, right?

"Can't you just do things neatly?" The system couldn't help complaining, "Scumbag? How dare you, the host, think that you have to stick with me?"

After being squeezed out, Song Hongguo was not angry and said speechlessly, "Then with his temperament, it is easy for him to die alone."

This doesn’t even speak to lesbians, so how can we talk about further development?

"Just because of his face, there will always be people who are attracted to him. Not all lesbians are like you."

"What am I like?"

"Don't you know what you are like?" The system snorted, "You are so talented. You can kill all the men just by saying they are my sons."

No matter how good Song Hongguo is, with two sons, most men with better conditions will stay away from her.

Song Hongguo was noncommittal. She didn't want to get married. What's wrong with killing herself?

The system faintly reminded, "Be careful, if you abuse your husband for a while, you will chase him to the crematorium."

"..." Who did she abuse?She is obviously the one who throws it away after using it.

At this time, Ling Zhi suddenly said, "You shouldn't have said that just now. You would scare away those gay men who have a crush on you."

Having just been scolded by the system, and now being scolded by his cheap son, Song Hongguo chuckled and flicked his forehead, "Worry too much and you may get wrinkles."

"I just think..."

"I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it." Song Hongguo blocked the way for him to persuade him, turned her head and asked Ling Yuan in her arms, "Is there any place you want to play?"

Ling Yuan blinked, "Can we go play?"

"Why not? We are full now and have nothing to do."

She took it for granted, but Ling Zhi started to worry again, why did he have nothing to do?Don't you want to discuss buying a house?

He winked at Ling Yuan and told him not to make noises. However, Ling Yuan pointed to a place and said with a smile, "I want to go there to see it."

Ling Zhi looked over and saw the word "bookstore", and immediately swallowed his objections.

Generally speaking, there are no bookstores in the town, but this is where the aluminum factory is located, and the hardware facilities are better than those in the county town, so not only is there a bookstore, but it is also quite large.

When Song Hongguo pushed the door open and walked in, there were seven or eight people scattered in the bookstore, all looking down at the books. Not only did they sell books here, but they also offered free reading.

"Comrade, what books do you want to buy? I'll find them for you." When the salesperson saw her coming in with her two children, she stood up from behind the counter and asked.

Song Hongguo put Ling Yuan down, glanced around the front counter, and asked politely, "Are there any books suitable for them at their age?"

"That's true. Can you take a look at these?" the salesperson pointed to the bottom of the counter and asked tentatively.

Those are some little books, which children really like to read, but the price is not cheap, and adults usually won’t part with them. If you have that kind of money, what can you buy?

The salesperson also saw that Song Hongguo was well-dressed, and maybe he didn't feel sorry for the money spent on buying idle books, so he tried to ask, and Song Hongguo's performance did not disappoint him. To be precise, he was greatly surprised.

Song Hongguo not only bought it, but also let the two children choose on their own initiative. She did not limit the quantity or look at the price, nor did she give them any instructions when they made the choice. After finishing the selection, she just asked, "Is that all, do you want more?" Just pay the money happily.

After leaving the bookstore, the brothers held the books in their arms tightly, with the same dreamy expressions on their faces.

Song Hongguo carried the baggage and teased Ling Yuan, who was about to walk, "With books, you don't need to be carried by your mother anymore?"

Ling Yuan raised a beautiful smile and said, "I'm afraid mom is tired, so you should take a rest."

"Aren't you cold?"

Ling Yuan shook his head, then lowered his head to look at the book in his hand, his voice wavering, "I still feel a little hot."

His blood was boiling. Ling Yuan couldn't describe the feeling. He just wanted to shout and jump as hard as he could.

Song Hongguo understood it very well, so she was very pleased. People who love reading will not have a bad life.

After returning to the guest house, the two little guys couldn't wait to sit on the edge of the bed and read. They even washed their hands before reading. They turned the pages carefully. The expressions on their faces were joy, excitement, and piety like a pilgrim.

Song Hongguo did not disturb them, turned on the coal stove to boil water, and bought three new enamel jars from the system. The pictures on them were different for easy identification. They cleaned them, and after the water boiled, she made herself a cup of tea. , made a cup of malted milk for the two little guys who were addicted to reading.

The room was very quiet, and occasionally there was the sound of turning a book. Song Hongguo sat on another bed, sorting out the things she had bought, washing what needed to be washed, and cutting what needed to be cut. She inexplicably felt a sense of peace and tranquility in the years.

The afternoon passed by without realizing it. When she realized that the light was a little dark, Song Hongguo had almost finished sewing a jacket.

"Okay, let's stop reading for now and let our eyes rest for a while." Song Hongguo put down her work and turned on the light, and the room suddenly became bright.

The two little guys also walked out of the interesting world in the book as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Mom, this book is so beautiful!" Compared to Ling Zhi, Ling Yuan expressed his joy in a more open way. He rushed over and hugged Song Hongguo's legs, raised his face, his eyes were shining, "I really like reading books. Yeah, thank you mom!"

Song Hongguo smiled and knelt down, pinched his face, "If you say that, I feel relieved."

"Huh?" Ling Yuan was confused.

Song Hongguo said, "What's the biggest worry about raising a child? It's not that he eats and drinks, but that he doesn't like to read and study."

"Ah?" Ling Yuan's eyes widened in surprise, "How interesting it is to read. Are there any children who don't like it?"

This seemed unbelievable to him. His father said that books are the most precious wealth. People who have books to read are happy, but they didn't have them at that time, so they lived in pain, so He was particularly eager to read books, so even when he was hungry and tired and wanted to fall asleep, he would struggle to learn to read from his father.

Ling Zhi thought more than he did and asked her, "Are you referring to children who don't like to read the textbooks distributed in school?"

Song Hongguo nodded and shook her head, "That's right, what about you? Do you only like to read this kind of interesting little novels, or..."

Ling Yuan didn't wait for her to finish asking, and said in an excited tone, "I don't just like reading novels, I also like textbooks."

"The textbook is much boring than the little book. Are you sure you like it?"

Ling Yuan nodded vigorously, "My father said that the knowledge in textbooks can make people smarter and stronger. What are you afraid of if you are bored? That is what makes you capable."

Hearing this, Song Hongguo gave a thumbs up, "That's a perfect answer. I will definitely think so when I go to school in the future."