Farmer’s Little Girl

   Chapter 340

  Qian broke the last piece of pancake in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed slowly, swallowed, and then looked up at Xiaoqian.

  The family was dumbfounded.

Lao Zhoutou did not know when he was back. At this time, he was sitting aside and opened his mouth to look at his old wife. Seeing that she was looking at the eldest wife, he touched the pipe and said, "Elderly wife, you go cook now. Eat pancakes in the evening, you bake a few more."

  Xiao Qian's mouth closed, "Hey", and turned to the kitchen.

  The remaining three daughters-in-law met, and immediately followed.

  Only the surname Zhou is left in the room, including the Thursday first.

  Lao Zhou looked at his old wife and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Qian ate three pancakes, because her stomach was starving, and she has been chewing slowly over the years. This time, she was used to eating pancakes before she swallowed them carefully, but the speed of eating still increased. A lot.

   shocked the old Zhou family.

   Qian felt that she was slimy and uncomfortable. She did not answer Old Zhoutou's words, but turned her head and told Zhou Xi, "You go to the kitchen and get some hot water. I will take a bath first."

  The weather is getting colder, the water is hard to pick, and the firewood is also precious, so people in the family don’t bathe every day.

  What's more, Qian's still get sick so easily and washes less frequently.

  Zhou Xi hesitated for a while and went to the kitchen. Qian helped Man Bao's hand to get up, grabbed her arm tightly with one hand, and said, "Come on, Fu Niang, go back to the house and look for clothes."

  Man Bao used the "wang" he had learned for more than half a year to confirm that his mother's face had indeed changed, and she seemed to be a little rosy, so he helped her enter the door.

  Lao Zhoutou didn't get the answer and was not depressed, and waved at the children and grandchildren, "Okay, why should I go."

  Everyone immediately dispersed.

  After a while, Zhou Dalang came up again and took out a handful of copper plates from his pocket, "Master Bai's pay is paid, so I don't have to go tomorrow."

  Tuesday Lang also came up and took out a bamboo box, "This is the money for selling things today..."

  Thursday Lang also came up, "Father, this is our public school..."

  The Qian who was holding Man Bao back to the house listened to the voice coming from the hall, and then lowered his voice and asked Man Bao, "Man Bao, did you give your mother medicine just now?"

  Man Bao nodded fiercely.

  Qian asked: "Is it expensive?"

  "Expensive, so expensive, so expensive."

"How much?"

   "I can't tell you."

  Qian changed the question, "What is the name of the friend who sold you and where does he live?"

  Man Bao still shook his head.

  Qian touched her head and smiled and asked, "Is he the one who sold you candy?"

  Man Bao nodded, "Yes."

  Qian did not ask any more, but said: "Do you still have any sugar? Give me some."

  Man Bao took out a large handful of candies from his pocket and gave them to Qian.

  Qian took a look at her pocket, took it and put it on the bed, put the found clothes into her arms, and said, "Come on, help Niang take a bath."

  When Qian came out refreshed, Xiao Qian almost finished his supper.

  Although it is a pancake, there are a lot of dishes cooked at home. Although Qian had eaten three pancakes, she still felt a little hungry at this time. She sat down and had dinner with them, and restrained only two of them.

   caused people other than Man Bao to look at her frequently.

   Qian’s complexion did not change, and after putting down his bowls and chopsticks, he said to Xiao Qian, “Find a nicer basket and put 18 eggs for me. I’ll go see Mr. Zhuang later.”

  Lao Zhou immediately looked at Man Bao, "Man Bao got into trouble?"

  Qian gave him a sideways glance and said, "What the **** are you talking about, Man Bao behaved, I remembered the gift book given by the Chongyang family last time, and now the family situation is okay, so I gave Mr. Zhuang a gift."

  Lao Zhoutou was a little depressed, "What can be the reason?"

  Even if it is given to Mr. Zhuang, Lao Zhou will still feel heartache, and he will feel heartache for all behaviors that only go out and do not enter.

  Qian said indifferently, “Isn’t Man Bao’s birthday coming soon? Seven years old is a hurdle. I should give my husband a gift.”

  Lao Zhoutou didn’t understand why Man Bao’s seven-year-old was a hurdle. The most important thing was why Man Bao gave gifts to her husband on his birthday. Shouldn’t this be the opposite?

  However, looking at the gentle appearance of the old wife, it seems that this is a common sense. Old Zhoutou suspected that he was ignorant and ignorant, so he did not continue to inquire.

  Lao Zhou’s head is like this. The sons and daughters underneath are even more accustomed to listening to Qian’s giving orders. They also subconsciously feel that this should be a custom they don’t know.

  Fang Shi worked even harder to write down, and secretly said: It seems that she still has a lot to learn from her mother-in-law.

  She touched her belly, and her child was born. These rules can't be wrong.

  Xiao Qian’s found a nicer basket and filled her with eighteen eggs.

  Qian put in the candy that Man Bao had just given her, and put it on the top where he could see it at first glance.

  Qian did not let Zhou Dalang follow this time, and he carried the basket to the school by himself.

  Mr. Zhuang lives alone. Every morning and evening, the Bai family will send a meal. In the past two years, Mr. Bai and Mr. Zhuang get along better and better. Two of the three days they will invite people to the Fuzhong to have meals, drink, and talk about the world.

  In this remote mountain village, Mr. Zhuang can also talk to Master Bai.

  When Qian came to the school, he was about to close the door and go to Bai's house, when he ran into her and asked her to come in.

  The courtyard gate was wide open. Mr. Zhuang asked Qian to sit down on the stone bench in the courtyard.

  For the little disciple’s mother, he was still very impressed, even more profound than that of Lao Zhoutou.

  He felt that the old Zhou family was able to raise such a group of children, and Qian’s role was far greater than that of the old Zhou. For such a mother, he himself admired very much.

Qian humbly saluted Mr. Zhuang and pushed the basket to Mr. Zhuang, thanking Mr. Zhuang for teaching Manbao. She smiled and said, "Mr. also knows that my family Manbao has been weak since childhood, so she followed her brother and sister. We took the name down, but we haven't recorded it on the household register, only a little lady."

  Mr. Zhuang nodded and said that he understood that girls in many families are like this, only ranking in household registration, without names.

"But she will be seven years old soon, and it is considered to be standing still. In the past two years, she has improved a bit, and she has read words with her husband, and only remembers that the ranking is a bit bad, so I wondered whether to give her Make a note of the name, but I don’t know if you think Zhou Man’s name is good. If it’s not good, please ask your husband to give her a better one."

Mr. Zhuang did not expect this to happen. He smiled and said, "This name is very good. The name is bestowed by parents and contains expectations for children. I think Man Bao likes this name very much. I will wait for her to grow up in the future. , I can take a small print for her."

  (End of this chapter)