Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

Su Wangqin came and went very quickly. Gu Chunzhu raised a fan of hot duck blood and asked: “What didn't your parents say about you? Did you knock their baby daughter out? ”

“Doyle fainted herself.” Su Wangqin drank a sip of the fan soup and warmed up. The black duck's eyelashes shivered slightly.

This page looks really dark, plus the honest image of the weekday must be superb acting in front of Old Su. Gu Chunzhu sandwiched him a duck bowel to praise him, and the aromatic and spicy duck bowel made a special meal. Su Wangqin was able to eat very well.

Ann was also tearful. Gu Chunzhu dipped her with vinegar and could go to some spicy flavors. Ann was jealous of the duck intestine with a small bowl of jealousy. Gu Chunzhu could not help but look at this snack. Whether it was eaten for good food or for crying while eating, it was also a great strength.

Because her hand was bitten by Su Dool, Su Wangqin cared so much that Gu Chunzhu tidied up the bowl chopsticks and sent Gu Chunzhu to sleep with the children.

Xiaocheng sent a copy of his painting to Gu Chunzhu's eyes to show her, and warned him: "Mother, tomorrow is the third day, are we going to return it? Anything else? ”

“You painted this. It's amazing!” Gu Chunzhu raised his thumb toward Xiaocheng.

She compares Xiaocheng's painting to the scroll flat on the table. The structure of the painting is generally the same, but it still makes people feel something is wrong.

“Mother, I can't paint like this on this trunk.” Xiaocheng pointed to a pale lane on the scroll, all ink paintings, but the trunk of someone's tree was strong at first glance.

“Then let's go and repay the painting together and ask Rain Valley.” Gu Chunzhu proposed.

“I'm going too, I'm going too.” Ann listened with her voice pointy, afraid that Gu Chunzhu would not listen.

“Cheng, we all go together, but do we have to borrow some paintings?” Gu Chunzhu reached up and held Ann, scratching her little nose and asking.

By the way, I took her to the stove room to open the cupboard, which was filled with food I bought a year ago, two kids could save money, and there was still a lot left. She asked Ann to pick some for herself.

Ann Ann's turnip-like little finger poked her face and asked a snack to give her food to someone. It was really cruel. Ann buried her head in Gu Chunzhu's shoulder pocket and stretched out her little handkerchief: “Only a little, just a little! ”

“Then take a bar of rice.” Gu Chunzhu asked and Ann nodded. She grabbed a handful from the oil bag and put it in a small pottery bowl.

After she spoke to Su Wangqin, she hugged Ann. She took Xiaocheng around to find the valley rain. Xiaocheng held the scroll in her hand, and his own paintings were carefully folded into her arms.

When he arrived at Rain Valley's house, he snapped two doors and came out to open the door, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand.

“I'm eating, and I'm here to paint a scroll, and I want you to take a look at the children's paintings.” Gu Chunzhu said that the probe looked in the noodle bowl of the valley rain, that is, fresh soup noodles. There are no dishes and eggs in it, and the noodles are still cooked.

Looking at the lonely widow who lived alone, it also looked a little pitiful. Gu Chunzhu handed over the rice strip. “We gave this to you from An An. Thank you for lending the drawing roll to her brother. ”

“Thank you." Ann's little milk sounded.

A large, round pair of black grape eyeballs also looked at the noodles in the rainbow bowl and whispered: “Uncle's noodles don't look good. ”

“Well, I'm not very good at cooking. Come on in.” Tanyu picked up the rice noodles and put them in his arms, watching the paste in the bowl was abandoned by An An, and he grinned them awkwardly. He told them to sit in the hall room and eat the noodles in the stove by themselves, but the paste mouth was difficult to swallow, so he just put them aside.

Gu Chunzhu sat with Ann in his arms and Xiaocheng sat aside.

The scroll has been spread out on the desktop. The scroll is clean and tidy without any dirt. It looks like it has been kept with care. The valley rain walks over and looks at it, and there is a piece of woolly paper on the side of the scroll that imitates the painting.

At first glance it was exactly the same, looking closely at the rainy eyebrows of the valley wrinkled shallow.

“What's the matter, kid? Is there anything else you need to fix?” Gu Chunzhu looked at Gu Yu and raised the scroll. Wrinkling his eyebrows clearly did not look particularly satisfied.

“No, no, no, no, no. It would have been great if a child as old as this had painted it.” Tanyu took a small look and could only read when he was his age. He could not paint at all, although he is not very good at this time.

Xiaocheng's lips clasped, a pair of phoenix eyes swept over his paintings and imitation scrolls, and reached out his fingers, "Uncle, look at my trunk! ”

“This is a dead pen. You have to dry the pen a little while you dip in the ink, and the ink is thick.” Valley rain deceived him.

After listening to the rain of the valley, he opened it in a small way, and a young face with joy seemed to get what a good baby.

“And how do you draw this cicada? ”

“Zen needs light ink, extremely light! ”

Gu Chunzhu quietly looked at them and saw the dim oil lamp core flashing. Ann was also well nestled in Gu Chunzhu's arms looking at his brother.

Gu Yu told Xiaocheng a lot, but asked Gu Chunzhu, "Sister, has your child ever been happy? ”

You went to school, right? Gu Chunzhu turned his head and replied: “I haven't been to school yet. I was going to go this year, but things have changed at home, but I know a lot of words. ”

“Smart, unfortunately, starts school after 15 years.” The rain in the valley also brings a little joy to Xiaocheng's eyes and regrets Xiaocheng's failure to attend school.

Xiaocheng's head draped slightly and a pair of phoenix eyes carried calm.

A thought emerged in Gu Chunzhu's head. Though he had a little bit of silver in his hand, he still owed a debt. This time, his son inevitably struggled to pay for tuition in the small city.

She turned to the rain of the valley and said: "Little brother, I heard you went to the hospital too. If this is over, you can also do the show talent. Naturally, your knowledge is not low. Why don't you teach Xiaocheng? ”

“I, no, no, I can't be a teacher's watch.” Valley rain hurried to wave his hand, his face rose red and he felt that the older sister in front of him looked up to him.

“Six months, I don't have much silver to pay you. I'll make you dinner this evening. Look, you don't have the skill to abuse your stomach. I'll make you some cakes right now.” Gu Chunzhu went to the stove room of the valley rain.

Tanyu looked at Xiaocheng as if he was thirsty and did not care about Chunbamboo. He took a paper and pen to teach Xiaocheng how to use pens and ink to draw more like God.

“Hee hee hee...” Ann sat on the stool shaking her little feet, and the valley rain looked at her and she smiled sweetly at the valley rain.

Gu Chunzhu touched two potatoes in the stove. When they were steamed, they rubbed them together with brown rice noodles. They made potato cakes and branded them on the edge of the pan.

“Come and taste it when our little Cheng master never loses you.” Gu Chunzhu brought potato cake over.