Man Bao went home with a full stomach, and her appetite was not as good as before when she was having dinner, thinking not to waste food, so Man Bao gave most of the rice in the bowl to her father.
Old Zhou was so surprised, "Man Bao, why don't you eat it?"
Man Bao lowered his head to pick up the vegetables and said, "I'm not hungry."
Qian Shi reached out to touch her belly and asked, "What did you eat at Bai's house?"
"Eat dim sum, it's delicious, it's delicious." Man Bao recalled the taste of glutinous rice cakes, and suddenly felt that the rice was not so delicious.
So she put down the bowl.
Qian frowned slightly, "Man Bao, don't eat too much dim sum in the future, do you understand?"
It was only then that Man Bao realized that he had accidentally slipped his mouth, and responded with a guilty conscience.
Mrs. Liu also noticed that Bai Shanbao's appetite was poor tonight, but she only glanced at the guilty daughter-in-law, and said nothing more.
Soon after eating, Bai Shanbao was ordered to drink half a bowl of hawthorn water, while Man Bao was given half a bowl of sweet and sour water.
When the two little friends met in the school the next day, they still whispered, "I hope your mother will bring us snacks every day."
Bai Shanbao thought too, but it was impossible.
Mrs. Liu took over the task of delivering dim sum to them again, and fixed a fixed amount every day. As long as Man Bao came, the kitchen would supply up to two glutinous rice cakes, and the excess would be gone.
The two children lived a life of looking forward to tomorrow after eating today, but soon, they said that the snacks were just small things, because the winter solstice was coming, and Mr. Zhuang took the time to call the two to the small courtyard and asked: "What's your favorite?" How is the article going?"
The two children cheered up, and immediately looked at each other warily, then Qiqi nodded reservedly at him and said: "It's all written, and a little revision will be fine."
Mr. Zhuang looked a little happy at the reaction of the two children.
This article has been arranged for two months, and they all read and write together. He doesn't believe that their article can still be kept secret.
Sure enough, at this moment, Man Bao felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have asked Bai Shanbao to correct her typos, and Bai Shanbao also regretted it. He shouldn't have shown off his good writing and showed her the article for appreciation.
I don't know if he (she) can write better than himself.
The two children decided to go back and change it at the same time.
But the ability of the two people is there, and they are writing the same thing, even the data used is the same, and they have been revised so many times, and they can't change the flowers.
So within two days, they still transcribed and handed in what they thought was the best article.
Mr. Zhuang didn't read it immediately, but put it away and put it aside, then said with a smile: "Okay, you guys have finished writing this big homework, and I will arrange another long one for you."
Mr. Zhuang paused and said, "Didn't you dry some centella asiatica for Ji Shitang this summer?"
The two children nodded.
"Then you can write an article on this topic."
The two children were at a loss, "Isn't it just selling Centella asiatica, what's there to write about?"
Man Bao said: "Sir, I not only sell centella asiatica, but also candy, ginger, yam, bamboo baskets, and eggs. Can I write about these?"
Mr. Zhuang didn't expect the young disciple to be an experienced businessman at such a young age, his face turned dark, "I can't, just write about Centella asiatica and Jishitang. I don't care how you write it, as long as it doesn't exceed the scope."
Both Man Bao and Bai Shanbao couldn't help frowning, Mr. Zhuang said: "There is no rush for this homework, I can give you half a year, and I will give it to me before Zhongyuan next year."
Man Bao couldn't help but let out a "wow", "It's been so long?"
"Yeah, this is extra homework, so you have to do your homework in class. It happens to be off tomorrow, so I'll give you two more assignments."
Bai Shanbao couldn't help turning his head and glaring at Manbao, it's all your fault, if you hadn't said wow, the husband might not even remember it.
Man Bao also lowered his head, pouting his mouth in aggrieved endlessly.
No matter how much they like to read, they always want to play when they are resting. Who likes to do more homework
But Mr. Zhuang didn't care about this, he gave the two children more homework than other children in the class to show his affection, and then waved them away.
The two children walked out carrying the small bookcase with their heads drooping.
Man Bao no longer needs someone to pick him up, but Daji still insists on picking up Bai Shanbao every day, and others are waiting outside.
As soon as the young master came out, he went up to meet him. Seeing that the two children were drooping their heads, he asked with a smile, "Your teacher assigned you a lot of homework?"
The two children nodded sympathetically, and Man Bao bid farewell to Bai Shanbao when they reached the intersection, "I don't want to go to your house today, I want to go back to my own."
Bai Shanbao said: "If you don't do your homework, you can't go out to play tomorrow."
Man Bao sniffed and said, "But I don't want to do my homework now, I want to catch loach in the river."
Bai Shanbao cheered up, and immediately said: "I'm going too!"
Then he dragged her and ran into the village, "Put the bookcase at your house first, I didn't catch any loaches last time, I will definitely catch them this time."
Daji hurriedly followed.
It was the coldest and driest time of the year, and the water level in the river dropped a lot, exposing a large piece of wet river mud.
The water in some mud pits is not dry, and some small fish will be left in it, so the children like to go to the river to touch the small fish, and they can't help but touch the loach.
Fortunately, when it was the coldest time here, there were only a few thin pieces of floating ice on the river surface. As long as the children didn't step on the water deliberately, they would be fine.
Many children in the village like to poke in the river mud with sticks, obviously digging for loaches.
Zhou Zhoulang also mixed in with his two younger brothers, nephews and nieces.
He is the most conspicuous among a large group of children, because he is too old.
But there is no way, the ginger at home is sold out, the rest is the seeds, the seeds left from the yam and some foreign food for the family are also sold out, and they have nothing to do at the moment.
As the well-known head of the children in the village, how could Zhou Lang not participate in such activities as digging loaches
Not only did he participate, but he was also very domineering. Based on his ten years of experience in mud ponds, he quickly circled a large piece of land and asked his younger brothers, nephews and nieces to surround the land, and then rolled up their sleeves and started digging.
No one can come over.
When Man Bao and Bai Shanbao rushed over holding hands, he had already dug out a dozen or so pieces.
At this time, I was bending over and groping in the mud.
As soon as Man Bao rushed over, he happened to touch a head, slid his hand forward, pinched it and threw it to the ground next to it, right at the feet of the two children.
Bai Shanbao reacted the fastest, with a sound of wow, he stretched out his hand to grab it, but the result was too much force, the loach slipped from the palm of his hand and fell to the ground, Man Bao also reacted, rushed forward to grab it, and the two hit each other head-on .