Dad, Did You Study Today?

After Runzi left, Zhou Huailin frowned and looked at Zhou Qing, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Qing suppressed a smile and said, "Runzi is so cute."

Zhou Huailin. Ah?

Zhou Qing hehe hehe, "Let's go in quickly, Third Uncle."

When I entered, I happened to hear the clan leader's roar.

"Little bastard, what are you writing? Huaishan's writing on a tree stick on the ridge of the field can win the favor of the bookstore. Damn you, I provide you with pen, ink, paper and inkstone every day. What the hell are you writing? Son, you are fooling the devil!

Look at what you wrote. If you don’t study hard at a young age, will you be fooled when you grow up?

All day long, when you play, it's like taking a shot of chicken blood. As soon as you are asked to work hard, you will wilt, look at your mother's anger. After a while, the doctor will come, and your mother is fine. If anything happens, I have to break your legs! "

Zhou Qing

Same world, same roar.

The patriarch was scolding when he saw Zhou Qing and the others entering the courtyard. He glared at his youngest son and said, "Go away and write."

He turned around and sighed, and said to Zhou Huailin: "You little bastard, you're really going to piss me off. I've been reading for half a year and my writing is worse than a ghost."

As he spoke, he led them into the house.

"I heard from my eldest brother that Chunzi has the best grades in school." Zhou Huailin's comforting voice stopped abruptly.

The one with the best grades writes like a ghost.

The teacher in the school is his eldest brother.

Well.

Is this to comfort the patriarch or scold his elder brother?

With a twitch in the corner of his mouth, Zhou Huailin changed the subject in embarrassment, "I just heard you said that my aunt is sick? What's wrong? Is it serious?"

The clan leader sighed heavily in annoyance.

"That little bastard is still angry. His mother is urging him to work hard. He does this now and then that way. His mother is so angry that she is so flustered and short of breath that her hands are trembling and she can't breathe. She has already gone to see a doctor. It is expected that the doctor will be there in a while. We’re here, it’s probably no big deal.”

Zhou Qing

I committed murder and sin in my previous life, is this the modern version of tutoring homework?

The clan leader glanced at Zhou Qing, then looked at Zhou Huailin, "What's the matter with you?"

Zhou Huailin told the story about selling Fengzi.

"My second brother could not have this opportunity without the help you gave Qing Yatou yesterday. No, this kid has a heart. After selling the money, he immediately went to the town to buy something."

Zhou Huailin put the things in his hands on the table.

The clan leader immediately said with a sullen face: "What are you doing? Take it back quickly and think of who I am."

"It's nothing valuable. Just accept Qing Ya's little kindness. She is sincerely grateful to you. If you hadn't encouraged my second brother yesterday, how could my second brother really be calm enough to study."

Zhou Qing

Third uncle, you are really good at talking.

"Third Master, just accept it." Zhou Qing stood on Zhou Huailin's side, looking up at the clan leader and said sincerely.

When adults are around, she just responds as a child.

The clan leader sighed.

"It's your family's business. Alas, that's it. I'll accept it. Qing Yatou, go back and tell your father. Don't fight over the steamed buns to argue about your breath. Study hard."

Zhou Qing nodded heavily.

After chatting for a while, Zhou Huailin took Zhou Qing to say goodbye. When they were about to leave the hospital, the patriarch suddenly remembered something and stopped them, "Linzi."

Zhou Huailin and Zhou Qing paused and looked back.

"If you sell calligraphy, don't go to villages where there are scholars or young children." The patriarch warned.

"Got it." Zhou Huailin immediately smiled gratefully.

After coming out of the patriarch's house, Zhou Qing was a little puzzled, "Why, uncle?"

Zhou Huailin said: "Just think, where did the word "feng" in our village come from in the past?"

Zhou Qing recalled the memory of the original owner.

"Either bought it from the county town, or begged it from my uncle."

After saying this, Zhou Qing understood.

If there are children or scholars in the village, every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival couplets, someone will always come to these children or scholars to ask for words.

These are cheaper than those bought in the county. They usually only need to exchange grain or eggs from home.

If they sell calligraphy to villages where there are children or scholars, they are tampering with other people's cakes.

It will definitely cause some unnecessary trouble.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing suddenly felt a little scared. Fortunately, she was a sales manager before time travel, and she actually ignored such a big pitfall.

"Then today"

Seeing Zhou Qing's reaction, Zhou Huailin smiled and said, "Don't worry, no one will pass the exam when we go to that village today."

Zhou Qing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Zhou Huailin: "Did Uncle Third know about it before?"

Zhou Huailin hummed.

Zhou Qing took the opportunity to blow a rainbow fart, "Third uncle, you are really a genius in business. I have never done any business before, but this is the first time I do it. You have considered all aspects so carefully."

After being complimented by his niece, Zhou Huailin scratched his head in embarrassment, "When you sell calligraphy, you don't have to be yelled at by a young girl."

Zhou Qing smiled and said: "I have the ability to shout, and to really plan the strategy, it must be the third uncle. The third uncle is... the military advisor, who will protect our business."

Zhou Qing’s rainbow fart comes right out of his mouth.

Although Zhou Huailin sounded embarrassed, there was an impulse budding in his heart.

Maybe he really has a talent for business.

If we can really make a big business, then Pingzi will study and Yaoer will get married.

Looking forward to the future silently in his mind, Zhou Huailin felt very motivated.

The two talked all the way home.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I noticed something was not right at home.

It's so quiet.

Zhou Huailin and Zhou Qing both looked at each other and accelerated their steps into the house.

In the quiet courtyard, Zhou Huaishan's sigh suddenly came out.

"Pingzi, the second uncle feels that he may have finished writing a lifetime's worth of words today."

Zhou Qing

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ping's serious voice sounded.

"Second uncle, what are you talking about? It lasts a lifetime. I will write more tomorrow."

Zhou Huailin.

Zhou Qing

After thinking about Zhou Huaishan's reaction, Zhou Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter alarmed everyone in the room, and Zhou Ping ran out, "Dad, eldest sister, you are back, what do you say? Is it easy to sell?"

Zhou Huailin rubbed Zhou Ping’s head and said, “All sold out.”

"Wow! Really? Will it still be sold tomorrow?" Zhou Ping raised his head, his eyes sparkling like a pool of clear light.

Zhou Huailin smiled and said: "Sell, of course! Pingzi will learn from your second uncle, and when you learn how, Pingzi will also write."

Zhou Ping nodded.

"You two are the only ones left at home? Where are we?" Zhou Qing asked Zhou Ping.

"My mother and sister went to the vegetable field, and grandma took my eldest aunt to the field."

When he heard that the old man and Mrs. Sun had gone to the fields, Zhou Huailin felt a little uneasy, "Have you been gone for a day?"

Zhou Ping nodded, "Well, this morning, as soon as dad and eldest sister left, grandma came to ask where you were. Mom told the truth, and grandma scolded her and asked mom to call you back. Later, it was grandma who said that today Let him go to the ground with his milk.”

As he was talking, there was a sudden noise outside.

"Lin Zi, Lin Zi, come on, your mother has fainted on the ground."