My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Leaning against the door, Xianyu couldn't hold back the corners of his lips when he saw this scene.

Mingming is a very clingy child, especially the grandma who brought him up, who obviously couldn't hold back the tears because of the pain from the fall, but still insisted on clinging to grandma stubbornly.

While crying, he hugged his grandma's arm and wiped his tears with his other hand with his mouth flattened.

When the old lady saw this scene, she lowered her head to help her little grandson wipe away the tears, and gave the third child a hard look. How could a father smile so happily after seeing his son fall.

The people who went to work in the fields came back one after another, and the old lady brought steamed egg custard to the table during the meal.

Where her second daughter-in-law can't see, the bowl in front of Mingming has the most weight.

Mingming always likes to quietly share some of the things that grandma gave him with his father in a place where grandma can't see. Every time, he is complacent and thinks that grandma can't see.

As everyone knows, it is precisely because of his little habit that the old lady gives him the most every time.

The second daughter-in-law saw the bowls of egg custard placed in front of the children of her sister-in-law's family, and she put down her chopsticks a little hard.

Before she could speak, the old lady glanced at her first.

"If you like to eat, if you don't eat, then go out and sweep the yard."

When grandma was talking about the second aunt, Mingming quietly shared more than half of the egg custard with daddy.

When Xianyu took him to the field together, he wanted to let him realize the hard work of farming, and then let go of his previous thoughts of not studying and going to farm.

Unexpectedly, this cub now only thinks that he is working hard, and he is more obedient than the original owner remembered.

At night, with a bit of coolness, Xianyu walked into the yard and raised his head to look at the moon and stars hanging in the sky. When he turned his head, he found that Mingming also followed him, imitating him and raising his head to look at the stars in the sky.

"Does Daddy like stars?"

"Huh? I like the moon better."

"Then when I grow up, I'll ask someone to make me a very, very high ladder to help daddy pick off the moon."

Xianyu stared at Mingming's eyes shining with anticipation and hope, instead of blaming him for the whimsical words, he nodded with a smile.

"Okay."

The old lady who was already lying down realized that there were still people in the yard outside, so she put on her clothes and came out to have a look.

"It's so late, why don't you go back to bed quickly, one or two, really think that I'm not afraid of the cold because of my rough skin and thick flesh."

Mingming held his father's hand, and the two went back to the room together. The second daughter-in-law, who was still awake, heard what her mother said, pulled the quilt violently, and covered her head.

Seeing this scene, the second child next to him sighed helplessly, lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

Only the third lady was so careful. If it was them, even if they stood in the yard for a whole night, the mother would probably not bother to take a look.

Back in the room, Mingming climbed onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt, leaving only one head exposed.

If it wasn't for being told by grandma just now, he even wanted to get up and take a pen to write down what his father just said.

Xianyu rubbed his head, noticed that he was frowning, leaned over and kissed his side face again.

Ming Ming's face started to get hot at this moment, and his hands hidden under the quilt were clenched into fists. After thinking about it, he decided that it would be best to close his eyes.

The overall style of this era tends to be conservative, like what Xianyu did before, it is still too rare for most children of this era.

Mingming pretended to be going to sleep, and grinned quietly while hiding under the blanket.

Xianyu didn't think too much about it, as long as he didn't affect the main task, no matter what he did, he was completely free.

Cubs at this age are good-natured and sensible. It's the time when they are cute and cute. It would be a pity not to kiss them.

At the beginning, I was extremely resistant to this task, but now I can't help but look forward to it. After taking this cub back completely, will the little tiger be as cute as the kitten it used to be.

The next day, the wife who taught Mingming had something to do at home, the old lady and the old man wanted to sell the box together, and Xianyu had nothing to do at home, so she wanted to try painting again.

Sitting there with a brush trying to dip in ink, he realized that he had forgotten something, so he turned his head and glanced at Ming Ming who was sitting in the yard reading.

"Mingming, help me get the red box on the shelf in the room."

"Oh."

Mingming put aside the book that his master lent him to read. He had already walked to the door, but after thinking about it carefully, he ran back, stood on tiptoe and put his hands on Dad's shoulders, and said in a low voice: "Daddy, I do things for you, do you want to kiss me?"

Xianyu stared at him for a while, until he saw that Mingming's face was getting hot and red, and when he was thinking about whether he was going too far, his father's hand fell on his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, Xianyu lightly kissed the cub's side face.

Although he doesn't think he is a particularly qualified father, he will never be stingy when the child clearly asks for the company he hopes to get from him.

"I'll go get it for Dad."

After finishing speaking, Mingming seemed to be worried that he was not running fast enough, so he lay down on the ground before entering the door.

Get up and wipe off the stones on your palm, take out the things in the house, and pass them to your father, the tears that have been brewing in your eyes start to come out.

Sucking his nose, he seemed to be aggrieved, tears pouring out in big drops.

According to Xianyu's own calculation of time, he had better draw the things before his parents came back, and he felt a little distressed when he looked at the wronged cub, so he just hugged him in his arms.

"Daddy, you draw beautifully."

"Ah."

When he was hugged by his father, Mingming's attention unconsciously fell on the wooden box that his father had drawn.

"Daddy, when I have my own book, can you draw me a flower too?"

Originally, my mind was more leisurely in painting, but when I heard this sentence, the hand holding the brush paused slightly, and stared down at Mingming. After Mingming noticed his father's gaze, he also started to look up at look at him.

This sentence made Xianyu feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Although Mingming has been studying in school for so long, in fact he doesn't even have a book of his own, and he borrows all of them from his master.

Besides, on the way home from school, he would also help get some grass to feed the chickens and ducks.

It is said that children from poor families are in charge of the family early, and Mingming is too sensible.

"is it not OK?"

Mingming muttered these words in frustration, but he didn't insist on asking his father to paint for him.

"Of course, I was just thinking, what kind of flowers does Mingming want to draw?"

"I want that one. It will bloom yellow in autumn. It's on the mountain. Grandma said you can sell it in the pharmacy. Does daddy know?"

"Well, I know, when Mingming has his own book, Dad will draw Mingming's book on paper, okay?"

"it is good."

Xianyu squinted his eyes when he saw Mingming's smile, and lifted his thin lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Relying on the things that the second elder brother and the second sister-in-law had done, Xianyu really didn't want to let them get all the money he earned, so he continued to spend it all the time.

But now, seeing the light in Mingming's eyes, looking forward to the first book he will have in the future, Xianyu feels that it shouldn't take too long.

Just because of that, this cub can't be wronged all the time.

On the other side, the old lady followed the old man to the market, and just as they sat down, a well-dressed middle-aged woman stopped in front of them.

Staring at the wooden box carefully, although the workmanship was a little rough, the flowers on it were full of aura, and even a painting she had seen in the wife's room was far inferior to the one on the box. peony.

In addition to being really good-looking, more importantly, the meaning is also good.

After she asked the price, the old man had yesterday's experience, and the price quoted was exactly the same as the one sold yesterday.

The middle-aged woman actually knew very well in her heart that the price was not expensive, but the workmanship of the box was too poor, so if she was asked to take out the money, she would be more or less reluctant.

"So expensive? Forget it, if it's really so expensive, then I don't want it."

When the old man saw this, he began to regret it. Did he quote the price too high? He was about to soften his voice, and when he said the price was negotiable, the old lady grabbed his arm tightly.

"Look at this painting for yourself, have we raised the price? If you don't want to buy it, then forget it."

The old lady's arrogant words attracted another richly dressed lady to come and take a look.

Similarly, she also disliked the poor workmanship of the wooden box, but because the painting was so good, the few places that should have been unfinished looked like natural decorations, with a strange charm.

"How much silver? I want it."

When holding the silver, the old lady almost didn't jump up, she had never seen so much money at once in her life.

Just when the old man was about to pack up his things and go back, the old lady thought about it carefully, went to the cloth shop by the roadside, and gritted her teeth cruelly and pulled out a good piece of cloth.

"It's not yet the Chinese New Year, what are you doing with the fabric?"

"The students in Mr. Wu's school are all from good families, only Mingming, who still wears his brother's clothes. The third one is promising, what's the matter with pulling a piece of cloth for him?"

On the way back, when the old man heard what his old wife said, he couldn't help but said with some doubts: "Then why don't you talk to the third child?"

"What are you doing with your brains, you old man? If you tell the third child, do you want the second child and the eldest child? If you tell the eldest child the second child, do you want their daughter-in-law? How much money does our family have?" so many."

After all the calculations, Mingming is the only one who is the most suitable, and he is the only one who goes to school.

"In two months' time, it won't be too late to give the third child a good look during the Chinese New Year."

When she was about to reach the village, the old lady began to calculate with her old man after thinking about it all the way.

"Why don't we split up?"