Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

Tang Yan rolled his eyes and almost fainted. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Sanniang, the master from this small county is just a scholar. Can he teach Dabao?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Biluo looked at Tang Yan and didn't like anything about him, "If the master from Meng Palace can't do it, who can?"

"I can do it!"

"What degree do you have? Have you taken the imperial examination? Are you on the gold list?"

Tang Yan shook his fan loudly and said, "My master got the first place in the second class examination that year. Your eldest child and second child are quite smart, and they are destined to be neighbors, so I reluctantly accept two students."

Zhang Biluo smiled and said, "Mr. Tang, you are trying to catch me up as a teacher for my family. If you are willing to be a teacher, I don't like it."

Tang Yan was so angry that his nose was filled with smoke, "You are a Jinshi, but you can't compare to that old scholar?"

"So what, I will still be a well-known scriptwriter in Daxi from now on!" Zhang Biluo opened the door, entered the courtyard, and bolted the door in one go, "Don't be a doorkeeper in my house from now on. You don't know how to avoid suspicion, and I still want to be famous."

Tang Yan went back angrily, flying pigeons to pass the message! If he doesn't come, this woman won't be able to hold her back anymore!

Zhang Biluo prepared a total of three sets of exercises. At the beginning of the night, Dabao took one set to the big banyan tree and practiced for a full hour before returning.

Zhang Biluo never slept. He turned the house upside down and finally found the pawn ticket of the original owner. The things pawned were left by the biological parents of the three children. Such a valuable thing was only pawned for fifty taels, and It was quickly spent.

Set a small goal first and save money to redeem the Zaizai's things.

Both Erbao and Xiaobao were asleep. Zhang Biluo was writing Daxi's version of "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom" ​​under the lamp while waiting for Dabao.

Tang Yan knew what was going on in this courtyard. Could he not send someone to escort his nephew? Not only that, he also secretly sent someone to inspect and report Dabao's study status at any time: how many horses had been tied? Whether the steps are correct, whether the posture is standard, whether Xing Jing's requirements are strict, whether the teaching content exceeds the syllabus...

Tang Yan's performance was an immersive secret protection. Unexpectedly, in less than two cups of tea, the man he sent came back with a dart stuck in his leg.

Tang Yan banged the table at home: Mr.

That night, Xing Jing arranged daily martial arts classes for his apprentices and took them out on missions. The next morning, Zhang Biluo put on the newly bought Qingjin school uniform for Dabao and Erbao, took two small book boxes, and went to Mongolia The museum handed over two copies for repair.

Tang Yan was secretly observing again and went to the Elementary Education Center, euphemistically calling it a "donation of materials", so that he could have an on-site inspection of his nephew's learning environment.

Seeing the four treasures of the study on the table of the two children, Mr. Tang broke his guard again!

Can that woman give my nephew something good to use? Can this writing brush be used for writing? The broken ink ingot produces ink so slowly and the ink stains are gray and dusty. Can you bear it?

Tang Yan was no longer calm, and sent someone to deliver good pens, inks, paper, and inkstones that night. The reason was extremely far-fetched: These things are moldy in the warehouse. Your children can help me use them, otherwise they will be wasted.

Xiao Tang was so pretentious, and Zhang Biluo would have lived so many years in vain if she could not see anything. When she recalled the contents of the book, she did not remember that there was a person like Tang Yan.

She carefully reviewed the original owner's experience, and in the middle and late stages of the review, she suddenly felt inspired.

The original owner was stupid, but really beautiful. Although she was a widow, she was only eighteen years old. The kidnapper sold her to a wealthy family as a maid. The master wanted to make her his aunt, but he bought her for a huge price.

The days that followed were excruciating. I was treated like a plaything and tossed around among high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen. In the end, I was covered in bruises and had my flesh and blood cut off piece by piece. Before I died, I heard someone say: What I hate the most in my life is you. All of this is just yours.

Just retribution.

The original owner didn't see the man's face clearly, but he was holding a fan in his hand!

Zhang Biluo couldn't help but tremble, isn't it? The neighbor who gets scolded on the pole every day is actually a hidden boss?

This person must have a deep bond with Dabao and Erbao. Thinking of this, Zhang Biluo tried his best to recall the details: the fan pendant is made of jade and seems to have the family's mark on it. The author specially asked an artist to draw it and went to the forum himself.

I took a look at it.

Zhang Biluo drew the mark based on his rough impression, and Dabao happened to run in to drink water. When he saw the pattern, he almost dropped the bowl.

"Mom, how do you know the emblem of my grandfather's family?"

"Your maternal grandfather's house?"

Dabao nodded, ran back to the west room, took out his precious steel ball, "Look, there is one above here."

This time, Zhang Biluo completely understood!

It turns out that Dabao’s biological mother’s surname was Tang, who was briefly mentioned in the book.

The head of the Hou family wanted their eldest grandson to disappear, but the Tang family never gave up the search. Tang Yan must be a very close relative. The original owner sold the child. It happened that the people who bought the Dabao and the second treasure were not ordinary people. Tang Yan could not be found all over the world.

In the end, if the two children did not end well, could he not hate them? Can he not turn into a black man?

Even though Mr. Tang is so angry that he fumes every day, he will also be a pervert when he becomes cruel in the future!

Zhang Biluo thought: Xiao Tang, do you have to be so roundabout? You found the child and didn't recognize him, and moved next door to me to spy on him. You deserve to be angry to death!

In this situation, Tang Yan will definitely have a backup plan. OK, if you don't tell me, I won't tell you either. It depends on what you want to do.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biluo patted Dabao on the head and said, "Mom saw this mark when I went out. If I had known it was from your maternal grandfather's family, I would have chased after him."

"I've seen it too." Dabao told about the slingshot shooting at the Yamen Gate. Zhang Biluo smiled secretly: Good guy, it turns out you were the one who hired Xiao Tang!

The next few days were peaceful. Tang Yan repeated dissatisfaction, provocation, scolding, and giving gifts every day, forming a closed loop of self-abuse, and he never tired of it.

The courtyard on the right was not quiet, and the left was also strange. Zhang Biluo found that Li Yunniang was looking at him with more and more resentment these days.

We met again in the alley this day. Zhang Biluo smiled and said hello: "Mother Yun, you have serious dark circles under your eyes."

Li Yunniang said: "I'm not angry! I don't know which grandson broke the promise after making an appointment. I bought all the items and sent the children away, but I waited in the cold wind for half an hour!"

Zhang Biluo didn't know that the object Li Yunniang bought was a small bamboo sword, and the place was under the banyan tree at five o'clock in the morning. Yunniang originally planned to let Tiedan attend class, but Xing Jing changed the time...

Zhang Biluo didn't know that Guisun was herself, but she kindly tried to persuade her, "Do you want Tiedan to learn martial arts? As long as you can pay Shu Xiu, you can definitely find a good teacher."

Li Yunniang said angrily, "I won't look for it anymore. If I have time, I might as well buy some of Mr. Mingzhang's fairy tales for Tiedan. You haven't bought them for Dabao yet, right? Alas, you have to pay attention to raising children, right?

Just send it to the Mongolian Museum and that’s it!”

Zhang Biluo secretly laughed in her heart, but did not tell the truth. She continued to write storybooks to support her children, and submitted several manuscripts to the bookstore.

Among them are the second chapter of "The Raccoon Slave Catching the Head", as well as the short stories "The Toad Seeks His Mother", "The Jackdaw Drinks Water", "The Raccoon Slave Fishing"... The steward of the bookstore praised Mr. Mingzhang's

The story is so novel that every time a book is published, the bookstore will write a notice in advance and it will be sold out early the next morning.

Zhang Biluo opened her small account book and found that the guaranteed remuneration for these four times was eighty taels of silver, but the share was as much as eleven taels! As long as she was not as lavish as the original owner, she would have no worries about food and clothing. She took out the pawn ticket to see

Take a look, well, if you work hard for a while, Zaizai's things can be redeemed.

That evening, Zhang Biluo was making steamed pork with rice flour. Dabao, who was practicing swordplay in the courtyard, suddenly called out: "Mom, we have a guest."

Zhang Biluo went out and saw a man in a wheelchair at the door!