The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

In the evening, Zhulan was sitting beside the small kang with the boiled soup in her hand, "I made you crazy, this time I caught a cold."

Changzhong's nasal voice was a little heavy, and his little head was warm, "Mother, the medicine is bitter."

Zhulan is distressed. Since her son was born, she has never been sick a few times. Every time she gets sick, she will take her half of her life.

With tears in his eyes, Chang Zhong closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

Seeing her son drinking the medicine, Zhulan hurriedly took the candy and put it in her son's mouth, "After drinking the medicine, I will sleep well in a while and wake up tomorrow."

Changzhong opened his eyes, "Mother, I miss Dad."

Every time he gets sick, his father guards him, and now his mother is alone!

Zhulan patted her son, "Your father misses you too, go to sleep."

Fortunately, my son was young, and he was crazy for another afternoon, and fell asleep after drinking the soup for a while.

Zhulan carefully covered her son with a quilt, sat up and rubbed her shoulders, "It's not easy for a child."

Mrs. Song felt that the mistress was very good at raising children, "It would be good for the young master to grow up."

Zhulan didn't feel it, her feeling told her that her son would not stop in the future.

In Zhoufu, Jinzhou, Zhou Shuren had dinner on his stomach. He didn't want to stay in the empty house, so he took Changzhi to the study. "In the future, you can come to the study after dinner, and go back to rest in two hours."

Changzhi, "..."

Two hours later, you should go to bed when you go back, no, Dad, you are boring in the house yourself, and you can't harm him!

Zhou Shuren looked at Changzhi with a depressed face, "Why do you have an opinion?"

Changzhi was startled, "No, no opinion, Dad, it's just me when you look at the study, don't you think it's too quiet?"

Zhou Shuren followed the words and said, "So?"

Changzhi grinned, "So, Ming Teng and Ming Rui are not too young. It's time to accept your advice. Yes, and Xiao Minghui, this child is very smart."

Zhou Shuren twitched the corners of his mouth, because he was unlucky and had to pull his nephews together. Thinking of Ming Teng and Ming Rui's uproar, Zhou Shuren twitched the corners of his mouth, "Go and call them!"

Changzhi rolled his eyes, "Father, I think the eldest brother and the second brother also need to study more. People need to learn endlessly and make continuous progress."

Anyway, if he's not good, don't think about it. Now that my mother is not in the house, don't try to push him out and stand in front of him!

Zhou Shuren curled his lips, "Your idea is good. People really should live until they are old. It is not too late to learn. As long as you study hard, you are your own, not bad."

Changzhi hurriedly went to each room to call people, and soon the men of the Zhou family, except Ming Yun, who was not involved in self-study, were all there.

The study, which was somewhat empty just now, seemed a bit crowded, but it was still very quiet.

Boss Zhou lowered his head, afraid that his father would look at him. His experience told him that as long as his mother was not at home, his father would not be his father!

Zhou Shuren swept the men of the Zhou family. The son's generation was like this, and he couldn't change it any more. The grandson's generation, Ming Yun, he has been with him since ancient times. This child is most like him. , Ming Teng and Ming Rui, it's time to take care of them. These two children have played a lot of pranks in the academy. Fortunately, they are measured and will not cause trouble in front of him.

Minghui, this child is still young, with a big temper and a straight personality, but he is still a smart child. He likes the appearance like Zhulan.

Zhou Shuren didn't speak, and the Zhou family man in the study felt uneasy.

Zhou Shuren recruited Minghui to come over, picked up Minghui and said to the eldest son, "Changzhi mean, you have been too lax recently, just while I have time, these days, you will come to the study after dinner, I will Teach yourself."

Boss Zhou was happy just now because his younger son was liked by Lao Tzu, but now he is stunned. He is about to become a grandfather, but if he refutes it, he can only say it in his heart. Staring at Changzhi, this kid just wants to pull everyone into the water, he is scheming!

Zhou Lao Er withdrew his gaze from Minghui's body and looked at Changzhi faintly. Oh, he still misses Changzhi before!

Ming Teng and Ming Rui shivered, the fourth uncle hurt them too much!

Zhou Shuren held the brush and held the hand of the little grandson, "Okay, you can find a seat too, by the way, today's class will be taught by Changzhi."

Changzhi, "..."

Sure enough, father is always father, this time he gave himself up.

Zhou Shuren said again: "Changzhi, I can see the results tomorrow, if it doesn't satisfy me, you know."

Changzhi, "......"

No, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know at all!

Zhou Lao Er looked at Ming Hui out of the corner of his eye, and his father taught and wrote handwriting. This was a treatment that only Changzhong had before, and he felt uncomfortable. The boss had Mingyun in the first room, and he had an absolute advantage. Now Minghui has come again. , looking at his son holding the book, pursing his lips, no, absolutely not, the son is also very smart, and the son has to live up to his expectations.

The next morning, Zhu Lan woke up and touched her son's head. It wasn't hot anymore. Her heart fell to the ground. She sat up and shook her head. She didn't dare to sleep much that night. Looking at it, it's only herself now.

Mrs. Song took the day to sleep, Zhu Lan got up to wash, and said to Mrs. Song, "I'll have dinner in a while, you look at Chang Zhong, I'll rest for a while."

What Mrs. Song didn't understand in her heart was that neither the master nor the mistress liked to be served at night, nor were they allowed to be guarded in the hall, preferring to work on their own.

If Zhulan knew what Madam Song was thinking, she would definitely reply in her heart, because she was afraid of dreaming and talking in her sleep. It wasn't that she and Zhou Shuren didn't want to enjoy it, but they had too many secrets.

Because of the distance between the main courtyard and the other courtyards, and it was cold again, Zhu Lan let each of them eat. After eating, Zhu Lan lay down and rested. I don’t know how long she slept.

Dong Chuchu came in, "Mother, Deng Xiucai is here."

Zhulan sat up, UU read www. uukanshu.com slept for a while and felt refreshed, "I'll change for a while, and I'll go out in a while."

Dong Chuchu took the clothes prepared in advance and put them down. Zhulan changed her clothes, and Mrs. Song combed her hair again. Zhulan sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at her full head of hair. Although she also lost her hair, it fell out. Very few, quite dense.

When they arrived in the hall, Chang Lian and Deng Xiucai had finished talking, and Deng Xiucai held the list in his hand.

Zhulan sat down and signaled that she didn't need to greet her, "I wanted to bring Deng Yun back, but Deng Yun said he didn't come back after he just came back."

Deng Xiucai was silent, he knew that this was his son's excuse, and his son did not want to come back.

Zhulan was not going to ask about Deng Xiucai's family affairs. Last year, Deng Xiucai came to pick up her daughter, and she thought she would send her back. Only later did she find out that Deng Xiucai left her daughter at home. After all, she was her own father. How could she be so cruel.

Zhulan said, "I still have something to do here."

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