I use the learning system to engage in technology

The father and son spent ten minutes in the supply and marketing cooperative, and half an hour when they went out to pick up pots.

They had no choice but to buy an iron basin (mainly because they were afraid of being scolded), so they thought about buying a wooden basin. The wooden basin was large and cheap, and could be used for washing clothes and vegetables.

As long as the new pot, purchased without the family's consent, works well and is utilized sufficiently, the possibility of the father and son being scolded is low.

Of course, if you don’t get scolded, you will still get criticized.

Of course, this kind of wooden basin that requires traditional skills cannot be bought in public houses. Song's father, who is familiar with the industry, took Song Yao to choose from roadside stalls, asked the prices one by one, and compared them one by one.

Everyone's stalls are located on the same street. Today is a small market and there are quite a lot of people on the street, but Songba stands out and attracts the attention of many vendors.

After all, everyone is shopping around, but he has been shopping around thirty times.

They watched helplessly as Father Song asked each stall selling woodware from beginning to end, then from end to end, and then from beginning to end again.

The key thing he asked was very detailed, such as "What kind of wood did you use for this pot?" "Let me see how much it weighs." "It feels quite slippery. Is it tight?"

Anyway, every time he walked through it again, he could ask different questions.

Someone was annoyed by the question and asked him: "How many times have you walked this street and you still don't feel tired?"

Father Song deliberately raised his voice:

"It's rare to buy something new. Of course I want to buy the best one. It will be used for many years in the future."

As soon as these words came out, the vendors selling wooden basins, wooden bowls, and wooden chopsticks all became energetic.

The title "best" is quite attractive.

Especially since there are so many people here listening, if their basin is selected, it would be a confirmation.

When Father Song came to ask again, they didn't find him annoying, but tried their best to recommend how good their own pots were.

Song Yao, who was being held by her father, took everything in her eyes and her expression became thoughtful.

When he couldn't walk and was picked up by his father, he quietly leaned into Father Song's ear and asked:

"Dad, how do you know so much about wooden basins?"

Although Grandpa Song can make something out of bamboo, carpentry is generally passed down from generation to generation, and it is difficult to learn without someone teaching him. At most, Grandpa Song can make tables and chairs by himself, but not wooden basins.

Father Song also quietly replied to his son: "Just ask whatever you see. Anyway, there is no harm in asking more."

This is how he always buys things, and he hasn't turned over anything yet.

Song Yao suddenly realized: "Everyone is so enthusiastic about us now. Dad, you are so awesome."

Dad Song was proud: "Just watch, Dad has something even more powerful."

After choosing like this for half an hour, he finally stopped in front of a stall after attracting everyone's attention.

The stall owner didn't expect that he would actually choose him. He was overjoyed for a moment and even glanced at the other wooden stalls with a little pride.

"Comrade, which basin do you want?"

Father Song knelt down and said, "Don't worry, let's negotiate the price later."

Stall owner: "..."

Father Song put on a righteous face and gave him a reasoned calculation:

"I have inspected your basin, and it is indeed of good workmanship. I really want to buy it, but the price is much higher than the second one to the east."

The stall owner immediately entered combat mode: "Comrade, you also said that the workmanship of my basin is good, and the higher price is reasonable."

Dad Song said steadily: "Of course it's reasonable if it's higher. I think it's worth the price, but it's really too high.

In fact, if you lower it to the price I mentioned, I believe that not only I will want to buy it, but other comrades will also want to buy it. "

After finishing speaking, he turned around and said to the customer who was looking at the pot next to him in a familiar manner:

"Really, comrade, you would buy it if it dropped to this price, right?"

This customer didn't know much about buying pots, but she could tell that Father Song was very foolish.

The wooden basin he was interested in was definitely good, and now that the other party was standing in the way to lower the price, of course she was happy to see it happen.

We are all buying pots anyway, and buying one that has been carefully selected will save a lot of effort:

"If this basin is as good as you say it is, then it will be."

Father Song hugged his son and assured confidently:

"I walked around this street seven or eight times and asked them from house to house. Is it bad? You can buy the right one from him. His pots are made with great care. If you don't believe me, just ask him."

As he said that, he looked at the vendor who didn't react at all:

"Why are you standing there? Tell me how you made this basin."

Street vendor: "...This, this wasn't done by me, it was done by my father."

Father Song: "Then tell me how good your dad is doing. Hey, comrade you, why are you so honest? You don't even know how to solicit customers. I feel anxious for you when I see you."

Seeing Father Song's expression of being very reluctant to recruit for him, the vendor was a little at a loss and a little moved, so he quickly stammered:

"Well, my dad takes a long time every time he chooses wood..."

Father Song: "That's not what I'm talking about. Forget it, I'll teach you. Come on, come on, you see..."

He picked up a basin and started: "First, let's touch the inside. Is it slippery? That means it's easy to wash. Then touch the outside. Do you see these lines? This will make it easier to handle.

Then look at the sun again. Not even a trace of light can come in, so you don’t have to worry about water leaks. Also, do you know why I chose your house instead of others?

Because your work is done very carefully, you can rest your hands directly on it, and you don’t have to worry about your hands slipping, and there’s more..."

He couldn't stop talking. The vendors and customers who were listening were stunned for a moment. There were even other people who wanted to buy a wooden basin for their home. They crowded over and listened with relish.

Song Yao hugged his father's neck and also looked for the advantages:

"Also, this basin is very beautiful. If you buy it and take it home to wash clothes, it will definitely look good."

Father Song nodded approvingly: "That's right, although we ordinary people don't pay attention to this, of course we should buy good-looking ones if we can. It feels good to take them back and see them."

The vendor was dumbfounded. The price he sold was expensive because he saw how much effort his father put into making these wooden basins, so he set the price. He himself had never thought that their basins had so many advantages.

But, but his pots are so good, why hasn’t he sold any of them?

Father Song seemed to know what he was thinking and spoke the next second:

"The only drawback is that it's too expensive. One pot you buy here is enough to buy one and a half at someone else's house."

The vendor felt that what he said made sense, but he also felt a little unwilling to do so:

"The quality of my wooden basins is better than theirs. I have compared them."

"I didn't say that the quality of your basin is not good. No matter how good your basin is, you still have to consider whether a big guy can afford it. It belongs to ordinary people. Who can spend so much money on a basin?"

Someone next to me immediately said, "Yes, yes, everyone can save a penny, but it's too expensive for you."

Father Song struck while the iron was hot: "The price I just told you is just right. It's expensive, but not very expensive, and everyone can afford it. Otherwise, no matter how high you set the price, if no one buys it, it's still not making money."

The vendor was shocked: "How do you know no one is buying it?"

Dad Song couldn’t believe why he asked such a simple question:

"Of course everyone who has money will buy an iron basin. Those who buy wooden basins must not have the money."

"Look at the people around you. Do you think they are willing to spend so much money to buy a wooden basin?"

Song Yao immediately looked up proudly: "Our family is very poor!"

Stall owner: ...If you are poor, you are poor. Why are you so proud?

But looking at the other people who came to the small market, most of them were simply dressed and walking in a hurry... They really didn't look like people who were willing to spend more than double the price to buy a wooden basin.

His persistence was shaky.

Father Song enthusiastically gave him an idea: "Listen to me and lower the price. Once you lower the price, you are guaranteed to have a lot of people buying it. It's better than not making a penny at all."

The stall owner was encouraged by him. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that what he said made sense.

Gritting his teeth: "Okay! I'll sell it at the price you said!"

As soon as he let go, Father Song, who had already prepared it, immediately took out the money and handed it over, and then quickly picked up a basin that he had long admired:

"We agreed, come on, give you the money, I want this basin."

Although he thought the other party was right, Father Song's quick and urgent attitude still made the stall owner a little uneasy: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Father Song said confidently: "I'm afraid you will regret it. Who knows if you will regret changing the price back tomorrow?"

Song Yao also slipped off her father's body and nodded her head in agreement:

"That's right, so we have to buy it as early as possible. We've paid the money with one hand and the pot with the other. It's useless for you to go back on your word."

Stall owner:......

Other customers who were still watching were reminded.

Yes, the stall owner is now said to have lowered his prices. Who knows if he will regret it later.

Although I don’t know much about basins, this basin does seem to be of good quality, and it has just come down from a high price. Now there is an added possibility that the other party may regret the price, so those who were planning to buy a wooden basin immediately stepped forward. Paid money.

Even if I didn't plan to buy it originally, I started to think about whether I need to buy another pot at home.

Before the stall owner had time to recover, he was surrounded by a crowd of people.

Although most of them were just joining in the fun, there were quite a few who immediately paid for it.

As soon as the money came into his hands, he instantly became happy again.

Although the price has been reduced, so many pots were sold today, which is a lot of extra income for the family. His father will definitely be happy to take it back.

After several pots were sold and the crowd in front of him dispersed, he realized it belatedly while counting the money.

If the comrade hadn't just praised him for having so many pots and helped him set a suitable price, no one else would come to buy them.

This much money is enough for his mother to take medicine for a long time.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel a little regretful.

If he had known that he had helped so much, he shouldn't have asked for money just now... No, he still had to ask for money, but the price should be cheaper.

Song Yao and Song's father, who had already walked out of the county town, had no idea that they had received the gratitude of the stall owner, and they took turns holding the basin to appreciate it happily.

What you buy at a bargain price is fragrant, no matter how the two of you look at it, it will be beautiful.

Song Yao stretched out his little hand and touched the wooden basin again and again before reluctantly letting it go. He finally understood why every time the village bought collective utensils, his father would buy them.

Because his father is really good at bargaining!

Song Yao was not stingy with his praise:

"Dad, you are really amazing. I want to be as amazing as you when I grow up."

Father Song also accepted his son’s praise without humility and said proudly:

"You can definitely do it. You are your mother's son. She is smarter than me."

Song Yao also nodded: "Mom is so smart."

The child counted his mother's merits on his fingers: "She can teach, fight, and make delicious chili sauce."

Song's father agreed: "Yes, when your mother was in Xiaoshu Village, she made chili sauce every year at this season. At that time, I stayed in Xiaoshu Village to eat her chili sauce.

Your great-grandmother also liked me, so she let me live there for a long time. Your mother and I have a good relationship, so I have chili sauce every day."

Song's father began to swallow his saliva as he spoke: "Now I think about it, I really miss chili sauce... No, it's your mother."

Song Yao also swallowed his saliva: "I miss my mother too. I haven't visited her for a long time."

Song's father immediately suggested: "Your little father likes to eat fish. Why don't we send him fish tomorrow?"

Song Yao's eyes sparkled with excitement: "Okay, okay, chili fish head is also delicious. Little father likes it the most."

The father and son hit it off immediately. They were very happy when they thought they would be able to eat chili sauce tomorrow.

Father Song started to think: "Send them some honey too. Your brothers also like to eat sweet things. When you go there tomorrow, ask them to take you to catch scorpions. It will be fun."

Song Yao was very happy and nodded repeatedly: "Yeah! I will definitely catch a lot of scorpions!"

Dad Song nodded and thought, catch them, it's time to make scorpion wine at home, so he doesn't have to go to catch them.

Of course, he didn't just think about food, he also thought about other things.

"Little one, you said I should go to your little father and ask him about the situation in other counties. If it's good, I will try to sell our honey."

Although Song Yao's stepfather also farmed, the mountains behind their Liuye Village were very deep, so there were also strong men in the village who occasionally hunted, and he was one of them.

And he was the kind with very good hunting skills.

Every winter, Song Yao could eat rabbit meat sent from there, and pheasants in other seasons.

When there are too many prey to eat in the county, he will send them to other counties to sell. Sometimes he has to go to several counties to sell all the prey in his hands.

Originally, Song's father planned to deliver honey after a few days when there was nothing to do in the fields. Otherwise, he would be too idle and busy over there. Wouldn't his wish to have a drink with Song Yaohou's father be unfulfilled?

But because he made his first pot of gold today, Song's father was really itching.

Their county is relatively poor, and most people are just barely enough to make ends meet. Those who are willing to spend money to buy honey can definitely be counted on one hand.

It's no problem to collect honey and sell it now, but doesn't Song's father want to raise bees?

He always has to see if he can sell the honey if he really raises bees.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of time if no one buys the honey after working hard for a long time.

So he wanted to ask around, so that he could have a rough idea in his heart.

Song Yao thought about it and thought it was okay: "I think this is a good idea. There are so many people in this world, and there will always be people who eat honey." If they raise honey and can't sell it in their own county, they can go to other counties to sell it. He said to Song's father confidently: "Dad, we have 20 billion people in Zhongzhou! Selling some honey is not a big deal!" 005 reminded him: [Host, 20 billion population is the data when the country was founded 4,000 years ago. ] Song Yao: [Huh, is that so? 】

Song's father also found that the number was wrong: "No way? The last time I heard your uncle Shun talk about the population, it didn't seem to be so many."

Song Yao felt guilty: "I said too much, I just rounded it off. Anyway, there are a lot of people in Zhongzhou. With so many people, our honey will definitely not be a problem to sell."

Song's father touched his son's head:

"You are still young. Look how long it takes us to get from the village to the county. It's just a dream to go across the country.

I don't expect to sell to people all over the country. I just want to sell to the surrounding counties."

Song Yao pouted. He felt that he was right. The spacecraft can reach a place in a flash.

According to the speed of the spacecraft he learned, a small spacecraft can fly from their village to the county in less than a minute.

Just wait.

The child was full of motivation and thought, I must make a spacecraft.

So he took a short shot of chicken blood again and began to recite what he learned in the morning while walking.

005 didn't understand why the host had already started to cheer himself up before it gave him any spiritual advice, but it didn't stop it from happily chanting beside him:

[Learning speed increased by five. ]

[Learning speed increased by three. ]

Song Yao learned really fast when he was serious, especially since his father was busy thinking about selling honey and didn't talk to him this time. He couldn't help but immerse himself in learning without being disturbed.

The father and son walked forward in silence with a serious look on their faces.

They walked through the woods, the mounds, the crossroads, and the river.

005 was happily watching his learning speed increase at a rapid speed: [……]

It couldn't help but: [Host, aren't you going to take the fish? ]

Song Yao, who was seriously calculating in his mind, heard the key word "fish" and immediately got out of the learning state.

"What fish? Where is the fish? Is it delicious?"

Song's father next to him was also shocked when he heard it: "Fish? Where is the fish? I want to eat it too."

The father and son were a little confused. They looked at each other, looked at their father (their own son), and then looked at the river behind them, and finally reacted.

Oh, their fish is still hiding in the back.

The two of them were very upset.

Unbelievable.

How could they forget about Big Fat Fish.

Pi Bian Pian ran to the top of the river, and Song Yao became worried after realizing it:

"Dad, our fish won't be taken away by others, right?"

Father Song was very confident: "Absolutely not. No one comes down here at all, and even if there is, we hide it so tightly, they will only see a piece of grass, not fish."

Before they left, they arranged it according to the surrounding environment.

I guarantee that even if you see it from a close distance, you won't be able to tell that there is a pit underneath, let alone look down from above.

He said proudly:

"I've always been good at hiding things. As long as it's something I hide, I guarantee that no one will find it!"

Song Yao also nodded proudly: "Me too! No one can find what I hide!"

The father and son looked at each other, and their hearts were instantly filled with security.

One of them is good enough at hiding things, but two people can't hide things perfectly.

Song Yao was full of confidence: "Then let's take out the fish quickly."

Father Song also laughed: "Okay!"

With smiles on their lips, the father and son took a step forward happily.

Then he stared at the grass that was exactly the same everywhere in front of him, and his smile gradually became stiff.

Father Song turned around uncertainly: "Is the hole we dug under the tree on the left?"

Song Yao: "...I remember it seems to be the tree on the right...it looks a bit like..."

The two looked at each other again: "..."

Dad Song: "You don't remember either?"

Song Yao felt guilty. His memory was actually very good, provided he wanted to remember it, but at that time, he was just looking at the fish.

"I was just looking at those fish."

Dad Song: "...me too."

When they think about it now, they can clearly remember the appearance of every fish.

I remember exactly which part of the fish has no scales, which fish is fatter, and which fish is good-looking.

…I just can’t remember where I hid them.

There was no way, the father and son could only search from place to place.

But their ability to hide things is so good that they can't see anything wrong even from a distance or up close.

No matter which area you go to, it's just an ordinary piece of grass, with no traces showing.

Song Yao now fully believes that no one will take away their fish.

——Because even they themselves can’t find where the fish is hiding.

The two of them groped for about twenty minutes in the calf-deep grass, which was more tiring than walking for an hour.

Song Yao sat down on the ground tiredly, and suddenly saw a bright color in his eyes. After looking at it for a few seconds, he jumped up suddenly:

"I remembered!!"

Dad Song, who was also exhausted and paralyzed, immediately cheered up: "Do you remember where the hole we dug is?"

"No!" Song Yao said excitedly: "I remembered where I planted the poisonous mushrooms!"

Dad Song: "?"

Seeing that his father didn't understand what he meant, the child hurriedly pulled him away:

"Dad, have you forgotten? The poisonous mushrooms are not far from the pit. We just need to look for them nearby."

Song's father's eyes lit up: "Yes, you are still smart, Yao'er."

Seeing the hope of finding the fish, he temporarily forgot about his fatigue and excitedly followed Song Yao all the way to a group of poisonous mushrooms.

"This is it!"

Seeing that a poisonous mushroom was not buried very deep, Song Yao squatted down and helped it pat the soil around it firmly.

Father Song didn't understand his son's behavior very much.

Song Yao stood up contentedly. He felt that these mushrooms were so beautiful and eye-catching. Even if he couldn't eat them, it would make him feel better if he looked at them.

After defining a range, the two continued to search.

Dad Song was reasonable: "In order to save time, let's first judge the possible pitfalls."

Song Yao agreed.

The two of them walked forward together.

"This looks very fake at first glance. There must be a hole in it."

“The grass here grows so unnaturally, it’s definitely like this.”

"Hey, there's dirt around, so there's no running around here."

They guessed many times with confidence.

I was stunned to find out that my guess was wrong.

After several times, Song Yao was extremely tired again. He looked around and chose a place to sit down.

As soon as his hand reached down, he was shocked.

There is water here!

The child suddenly became excited, as happy as if he had discovered not a puddle but a golden mountain:

"Dad!! Here! Here!"

Father Song hurried over and was happy when he saw it: "You kids have good eyesight."

Song Yao felt guilty and said nothing.

The reason why he just chose to sit here is: he felt that the soil here looked very solid at first glance, and it didn't look like there was a pit.

Father Song didn't pay attention to his son, and stretched out his hand to push away the grass above this position.

He dialed a layer.

Another layer added.

Dial another layer.

Dad Song: "...Have we done so many cover-ups?"

This fish won't be suffocated to death, right?

Song Yao immediately said that he would not: "I have left a gap for them. Although it looks like a lot, I guarantee that it will not affect the ventilation."

He also thoughtfully added a lot of pebbles into the pit. Although the surface here is moist, it is unlikely that the water will drain out, but just in case.

Song Yao, who loves playing with water, has a lot of theoretical experience.

After layer after layer, the puddle hidden underneath was finally revealed, as well as a few fish that could be vaguely seen inside.

Song's father and Song Yao both breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he sat next to him and started to rest.

Finding what I have hidden is actually more tiring than hiding it.

Fortunately, it is still very comfortable to take a rest when you are tired.

Song Yao leaned against his father, listening to the chirping of birds and insects around him, and slowly relaxed.

"Dad, the birds sing so beautifully."

Father Song squinted his eyes slightly in comfort: "Yes, it sounds good."

Song Yao: "The clouds in the sky are so beautiful."

Dad Song was drowsy: "Yes, so beautiful."

Song Yao: "The sunset is beautiful too."

Dad Song yawned: "Yes, it looks great... the sunset???"

He suddenly became energetic, opened his eyes and looked towards the horizon with a confused look on his face.

In the distance, the halo of the sun, which was already off duty, had weakened, and it was still some distance away from the top of the mountain.

Dad Song:! ! !

He literally jumped up on the spot.

"Quick, quick, hurry up and catch fish, we have to go home."

The child who stayed out until sunset for the first time looked confused.

"What's wrong, Dad? Why are you in such a hurry."

He calculated and said, "It will definitely not get dark before we walk back."

So they don't need to be so anxious.

Dad Song took the basin to collect the water: "It will definitely not be dark, but your grandparents must wait impatiently. You tell me whether I will be beaten or we will be together."

Song Yao's eyes suddenly opened wide, it must be them together.

Although his grandparents usually love him, if they make mistakes together, they will never punish him just because he is young.

This time I was just going to the county, and it was time to go back after lunch at the latest.

But they fished and hid fish on the way there, and then spent so much time buying pots in the county.

Just after leaving the county, we found a place to sit and eat bamboo rice. Then on the way back, both father and son were wandering, one walking slower than the other.

After finally reaching the river, I couldn't find where the dug hole was. I took a rest while searching, and before I knew it, I had reached this point.

It sounds like there is a reason, but my grandparents have been waiting for so long for them to come back, and they will never listen to these reasons.

Song Yao jumped up immediately and quickly caught the fish and put it in the basin.

After putting the fish away, they did not walk away leisurely and leisurely as before, but hurried home as fast as they could.

But the whole family was already working hard on their way, and when they arrived at the village, the sky was still dark.

It's not that I can't see my fingers, but it's true that the surrounding areas are gradually starting to turn a little black.

But in such darkness, a small lamp was burning at the entrance of the village.

The warm and bright lights flutter with the wind, as if they are waiting for the wanderers to return home. If it were someone else who came back after dark and saw a light waiting for them, they would be very moved.

But after Song Yao and Song's father saw clearly that the person holding the lamp was Grandma Song, they only had three words left in their hearts:

Ruined! ! !

Ten minutes later, Song Yao and her father followed Grandma Song into the house with their necks hunched.

In the yard, Grandpa Song was sitting boldly on a stool, holding a thin stick in his hand that was just right, not too long, not too short, and seemed suitable for hitting people.

Song Yao Song’s father: “…”

Father Song swallowed and immediately placed the wooden basin he was holding on the ground as soon as he entered.

He smiled flatteringly at his parents: "Dad, Mom, Yao'er and I caught several fish, and they were all quite fat."

Song Yao also nodded quickly: "Yes, grandparents, we will have fish to eat tomorrow."

Grandma Song was not fooled by them, but glanced at a pot of fish on the ground: "Where did the pot come from?"

Father Song's voice suddenly dropped eight degrees: "I bought it..."

Grandma Song snorted: "You bought a wooden basin, did you think you bought an iron basin instead of an iron basin? You brought back a few fish, so I won't say anything?"

Father Song, who was completely guessed: "..."

Grandma Song looked at Song Yao again: "What about you, what did you do today?"

Song Yao lowered his head honestly: "Watch dad fishing, eating fruits, picking mushrooms and growing mushrooms..."

After telling what he had done today, he did not dare to plead with Grandma Song. He cautiously raised his head and looked at Grandpa Song: "Grandpa..."

Grandpa Song, who was posing, really felt sorry for his son and grandson: "...Ahem, this..."

Grandma Song looked back at her husband.

It was dark, and actually Grandpa Song couldn't see her face clearly at all, but that didn't stop him from immediately changing his mind: "This... you will be punished if you make a mistake."

Song Yao's little face immediately became bitter, and he glanced at the stick in his grandfather's hand.

The kerosene lamp was right in front of them. It was not that Grandma Song didn't notice her grandson's little move, but she never thought of brushing it aside.

It's one thing to go out to play while doing errands, but it's another thing to come back after playing at night.

It was late at night, and they didn't bring any lights. If it got dark and they didn't come back, it would be possible for them to fall into the ditch.

And although there are no wild beasts in their Dashu Village, who can guarantee that there will be no wild beasts in other mountains.

Wasn't there a village a while ago where wild boars were causing trouble to all the crops?

An adult (still unreliable) just took a child to the county town. He hasn't come back so late. If Grandpa Song and Grandma Song didn't go out to look for them, it would be considered very safe.

Grandma Song made up her mind to make them remember this lesson, and said with a cold face: "Stretch out your hands."

Song Yao immediately pursed his lips, but he didn't dare to be disobedient. He could only carefully stretch out his hand and spread his palm flat.

He was a little scared, but when he turned his head and saw that his father next to him seemed more scared, he miraculously became less scared.

Father Song was indeed very scared. In fact, he was rarely beaten when he was young. At that time, he was young and sweet-mouthed, and even the strictest Grandma Song loved him.

As a result, when he grew up, Grandpa Song and Grandma Song discovered that he was crooked, so they began to be strict with him and tried to bring their son back.

It's a pity that Father Song was beaten but didn't change.

Every time it’s: I’m sorry, I was wrong, I’ll try again next time.

Now he was about to be beaten again, and he was scared.

Grandma Song continued with a cold face: "Song Tianduo, come here."

Grandpa Song: "..."

He moved over slowly.

Grandma Song: "Ten doses of Song Youcai, five doses of Song Yao."

Grandpa Song looked at his son and grandson (especially the grandson who looked at him pitifully). He really couldn't make a move, so he put the stick into his wife's hand and said, "You come and beat her."

Grandma Song stuffed it back with a cold face: "Come here."

If he can't do it, can she do it?

Grandpa Song: "..."

He eventually took the stick.

There is no way, who makes him the mainstay of the family.

He walked to his son first and took a look at his son, who was a strong man, tall and strong. Grandpa Song breathed a sigh of relief.

So strong, he can definitely withstand a beating.

So he waved his hand and struck it down neatly.

Dad Song shouted: "Ah!"

Grandma Song felt a little distressed when she heard this.

So in order not to feel distressed, she said coldly: "Don't make any sound."

Father Song: ...you won’t be allowed to scream even if you get beaten?

He could only endure the spanking in pitiful silence. After the spanking, he quickly put his hand to his mouth and breathed carefully.

He was pitiful, and Song Yao was even more pitiful than him: "Grandpa, my left hand was stung by a bee and is still swollen."

Grandpa Song looked at his fair and tender grandson and really couldn't make a move: "If this is the case..."

Grandma Song: "Hit the right hand."

Song Yao: "..."

Grandpa Song: "..."

The child tremblingly stretched out his right hand.

He took a deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

I breathed several times without feeling any pain, so I opened my eyes carefully to look.

Then I saw Grandpa Song taking a deep breath.

Song Yao:......

Grandma Song from behind: "Why are you so stunned? Hit me."

Grandpa Song slowly raised the stick and lowered it.

Song Yao: "Ah!"

After calling him, he was stunned.

Hey, it doesn't hurt.

Grandma Song also heard the cry, and her heart trembled when she heard it.

My grandson has never been beaten so severely since he was born.

She really couldn't bear to watch any more, so she simply walked outside.

"I'll go to the latrine and continue the fight. I'll finish it before I come back."

Father Song stretched his neck and saw that she was really gone. He quickly whispered to Grandpa Song: "Dad, please be gentle, Yao'er's hands are tender."

Grandpa Song: You need to tell me, you brat.

He raised the stick high again and then lowered it gently.

Father Song tried his best to keep a lookout, fearing that Grandma Song would come back suddenly.

In the end, Song Yao, who felt no pain at all, felt ashamed: "It's not good for us to do this."

Grandma also punished them because they did something wrong.

Song Yao was very scared when he didn't take the shot, but Grandpa Song really let it go, and he felt that this was wrong again.

The child mustered up his courage, closed his eyes suddenly, and stretched his hand forward:

"Grandpa, hit me hard! I'm not afraid!"

Grandpa Song: "..."

You are not afraid anymore, I am.

But seeing Song Yao's expression of Ying Yong's sacrifice, he hesitated and raised his hand.

--Snapped!

Song Yao was stunned for a moment before he felt the pain spreading from his palms. Before he could react, he burst into tears.

Grandma Song, who was wandering outside, slipped and quickly entered the hospital.

"Okay, okay, that's it for today, let's go to bed."

Song Yao sobbed and spread her hands to go back to the house.

He felt that his hand hurt so much, it was more painful than a bee sting... no, it was still more painful than a bee sting.

But it hurts sooooooooooooooo.

005 quickly coaxed him: [Host, studying can make people forget everything. It won’t hurt if you come to study. 】

Song Yao sniffed: [Really? 】

He tentatively entered the learning system and started learning.

005 really got it right this time. As soon as Song Yao started studying, he couldn't help but immerse himself in it, completely forgetting that his hand was still hurting.

After studying for almost an hour, when it was time to go to bed, the child closed his eyes and went to sleep contentedly.

Seeing that he didn't mention the pain in his hand at all, 005 asked: [Host, does your hand still hurt? 】

Song Yao turned around in a daze: "Hmm... what hand? I'm so sleepy, don't talk to me."

005: It seems it doesn’t hurt anymore.

In Father Song's room, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. All he could think about was his son crying. He regretted for the first time that he had done unreliable things in the past but never considered the consequences.

Why did he forget that he now has a son? He can't do this again next time.

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song’s house.

Grandma Song turned around, wondering if she should apply some medicine to her grandson tomorrow. This was the first time he had been beaten. Would it leave some psychological shadow?

If you cry so loudly, your throat won’t break.

Hey, it's all Song Tianduo's fault. He hit his son as hard as he could. Why did he hit a kid like Yao'er so hard?

She just asked him to hit her, but she didn't ask him to hit her hard.

Will Yaoer be hiding and crying now?

Will she stop kissing her as a grandma in the future?

It's all Song Tianduo's fault for letting her be the villain every time.

There is also a son, but he is unreliable and has brought trouble to her grandson.

It's all Song Tianduo's fault, and his son also followed him. Every time the brat made a mistake, he always greeted him and gave him food and drinks. Maybe it was because of this that the brat always made mistakes.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Grandma Song sat up with a sigh.

Grandpa Song, who was not asleep either, knew her very well and knew that she felt sorry for her grandson, so he immediately said:

"They haven't eaten anything since they came back. How about we get them some food? How about some hot vegetable soup?"

He felt that he was so considerate, and his wife would definitely praise him for his thoughtfulness.

Grandma Song does think this is a good idea.

But this does not prevent her from scolding her husband:

"They are so naughty because you doted on them. If you hadn't known that you had taken care of them, would Song Youcai have dared not come back without Yao'er?"

"What the ancients said about losers is true. Sure enough, experience comes from our predecessors."

She couldn't quite remember what those words were said.

But that doesn’t stop her from making one up now:

"A loving father often loses his son, and I'm talking about you!"