Rebirth Farm: She counterattacked with a tow bottle

Chapter 187: Fight each other when they disagree (please subscribe and recommend)

Riding a horse-drawn carriage is not only fast, but also very comfortable.

Su Jinxiu didn't think it was anything special, but the children felt extremely proud and proud.

"Uncle Song, a big carriage is just fine. When I get rich, I will also buy a big carriage just for my mother to ride in."

Xiao Huzi is worthy of being his biological son. This idea and this ideal are particularly considerate and heart-warming.

Su Jinxiu felt beautiful in her heart, and she believed that a child on the road should be worthy of me pouring my heart and soul into teaching him and paving the way for his future.

But when Song Yuanqing heard this, he didn't know why. His breath stagnated silently. He felt that he was being treated as an outsider and felt a little uncomfortable. He glanced sideways at Su Jinxiu and seemed to be angry, so he stopped saying a word.

Su Jinxiu observed the words and expressions, and saw that someone had poked someone in Mr. Song's ribs. This ancestor's little face was very ugly, so she didn't bother to talk to him.

If you take the initiative to start a conversation with an angry person, you are asking for trouble, and if you don't do it well, you will be in trouble, which will ruin your good mood.

"Mom, this carriage is great, but..." The six-year-old little Huzi kept talking and didn't let his mind rest. He sat next to Song Yuanqing and said to Su Jinxiu crisply, "Well... this carriage

, if you sit for a long time, you will feel uncomfortable and hurt your buttocks.

It would be great if this was not bumpy. Mom, when I grow up and get the first prize in the exam, I will make you a carriage that is not bumpy.

Well... when I grow up, you will also grow old. If you do such a bumpy carriage, won't it break your old bones? Sigh... It's so pitiful."

"Puch..." Su Jinxiu was amused by the clever little brain of her cheap son, "Well, good son, your idea is really good, and my mother strongly supports it."

After being praised and praised, the little tiger became even more beautiful, so he asked Song Yuanqing, "Uncle Song, why don't you make your carriage more refined? The kind that won't bump its buttocks."

Although children are said to be innocent in their childish words, who are they looking down on? Song Yuanqing frowned and felt even more angry.

"Hey...what do children know? How can there be a ride without bumps? Don't talk nonsense and make others laugh."

Xiao Huzi was not angry even after being scolded. He looked at Song Yuanqing outside, then turned to look outside the car, and said to himself unconvincedly, "Is the car bumpy? But... I think it should make the car better."

Don’t bump your butt.”

Su Jinxiu was surprised that Xiao Huzi had the idea of ​​​​moving forward. Is it possible that this child is also a person with stories, and his mind was confused and he lost his memory for a while?

"Old son, why do you suddenly have such strange thoughts? How do you know that the car is ready and it won't bump its butt?" she asked tentatively.

Xiao Huzi was also at a loss, "I don't know. Mom, I just saw that it was uncomfortable to sit in this car. I don't want my mother to ride in such a car in the future, so I just said so."

Su Jinxiu was even more pleased that her old son was filial. She smiled and said to her loving mother, "Son, since you want to ride in a car that won't bump your ass, you don't have to wait until you grow up to be a mother.

After the Chinese New Year, Mom will make one for you first. Then you and your brothers and sisters will ride in a car like this to go to school."

Huzi's words gave Su Jinxiu a good opportunity to make money and make a fortune. She patted her chest and said cheerfully.

"Hey... women don't know how to restrain themselves when they talk big." Song Yuanqing seemed to have heard a big joke. Before Su Jinxiu could finish speaking, he started laughing.

Su Jinxiu glared at him and said nothing.

She couldn't be bothered to deal with such a arrogant little scoundrel who was as arrogant as a peacock, who would show off every now and then, and throw off his face every now and then.

Childish and naive, arrogant and arrogant, he was talking about Song, Yuan and Qing, and she did not hesitate to bully him.

"Hey, Mrs. Su, can you make a bumpy car like the one you just mentioned?" Su Jinxiu said nothing, but Song Yuanqing couldn't stop talking and asked her.

Su Jinxiu looked up at him and nodded, "You can try it."

"Ah? Are you...serious?" Song Yuanqing regained his energy, sat up and skillfully picked up the little tiger in his arms, ruffling his hair with evil intentions, and asked in doubt.

Su Jinxiu nodded again, "Yes, you can try it, maybe it will become true. Only if you have the courage to practice can your dreams succeed."

The little tiger's hair was messed up by Song Yuanqing, and he suddenly turned into a fried tiger. The children in the carriage were very happy to see it.

The tense and awkward atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became relaxed and high.

Song Yuanqing was childish at best and became casual again, "Tomorrow, Huzi, Uncle Song will take you to town to buy a whip pole. What do you think?"

The so-called whipstick is not a whip used to drive a car, but a pillar that can explode when thrown into a fire and used as a firecracker.

During festivals and weddings, the ancients would throw these explosive bamboo poles into the fire as firecrackers.

When the little tiger heard this, he was very happy and said yes repeatedly.

This boy knew how to talk and talk. Holding Song Yuanqing's arm, Uncle Song called out so sweetly, "Uncle Song, when I grow up, I will give it to you in a car that won't bump your ass. I'll keep it safe."

You like it."

His argument about not having a bad car is back again.

Su Jinxiu sat on the edge and rolled her eyes at him.

This guy, you can pay me now, why didn’t you say this just now?

But just like that, he actually praised Song Yuanqing, and made several wishes to little Huzi, "Huzi, come to town tomorrow, let's not only buy a whip pole, but also a small bow, a few arrows, and more

Buy a small scimitar."

Little Huzi was very happy today. When Song Yuanqing said something, he nodded, and then said, "Uncle Song, and my brother, also buy them for my brother. Well...sister, buy the ball for my sister. Then the four of us will

Just playing Juqiu, do you think this is okay?"

The Song, Yuan and Qing dynasties naturally had no objections.

Su Jinxiu saw that Song Yuanqing had the intention of "picking people's hearts", so she curled her lips and poured cold water on them both, "Are you awake from the dream?

Why don’t you buy bows, arrows, and scimitars? Why don’t you go to heaven? Those things can be sold on the market, so how can they be called controlled things?”

Not to mention that weapons were strictly controlled in ancient times. Even in modern times, not everyone can buy these things casually.

After the truth was revealed, Song Yuanqing was very angry.

Can't he use these words to coax his children? Ah? There's nothing on the market, but doesn't his family have it?

This woman... is really getting more and more unpleasant. She doesn't even show mercy when she exposes people's shortcomings. She has to make people angry. She feels comfortable.

Really, only villains and women are difficult to raise...

"Don't listen to your mother," Song Yuanqing didn't want to talk to Su Jinxiu anymore, so he lowered his head and said to the little tiger in his arms, "No one else has those things. Your Uncle Song's family has them. As long as you like them, Uncle Song can give you as much as you want.

"

When Su Jinxiu heard this, he curled his lips again, "Little Huzi doesn't want to rebel, so why does he need so many weapons?"

(End of chapter)