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

In the morning, the streets appeared slightly cooler and there were few stalls on the streets outside the school. Gu Chunzhu found a good spot and arranged a position for the cylinder stove.

“Mother, do you want this here?” Ann held the oil pot filled with tea oil, and along the way she held the little one who had already been exhausted, and her sparse little hair sweated and stuck to her ears.

Gu Chunzhu picked up the kettle from Ann's hand and helped the little guy rub his wet hair. Look at the thin hair and yellow hair. I think I should make some black sesame paste for her every day in the future. Her hair can grow thicker.

“Mother, I also took out the painted paper and put it here for sale. I brought porcelain paper and pencil ink to paint here and paint what they liked.” Xiaocheng took out the painted paper and put it on the stall.

The stalls are made of bricks and a long wooden board, all brought from the house.

Little achievement sits on a simple stool and starts working on the ink strokes straight up the back of the little spine.

“Ann, what are you doing? My mother and brother are busy!” Gu Chunzhu embraced Anyan and asked. After getting up, she restarted her twisted braid. The little guy's hair was quite long and all over his shoulder.

“Ann eats popcorn while watching her mother and brother make money. Be good and don't go far.” Ann's little chin is a little bit, and her big, black eyes are serious.

There are more people in the stall, and the students are coming to school.

Gu Chunzhu also sold several pots of popcorn flowers. One student was attracted to the painting while chewing on the bun. He squatted and watched.

He still has a big mouthful of bread in his mouth, "... Well, you painted all the paper I bought. It's still painting so fast. How did you practice it? You don't have sour hands. ”

“It's not sour. You want more paper?” After Xiaocheng's bamboo leaves fell, he lifted his eyes slightly and glanced at him. His temper was quite steady.

“Yes, I'm running out of last time, but will you draw something else?” The student buried another bite of the bun and ate it greasy on his mouth. He crooked his head: “I want a carp, a big, fat carp. ”

Little Cheng's low eyes lit up, which just happened to teach him how to rain.

He put down the brush on his hand and asked carefully: “Do you want ink or paint? Some paint looks better, but it's also more expensive and the paint isn't cheap. ”

“Of course it's colorful! ”

Gu Chunzhu looked up at Xiaocheng this way. She could greet Xiaocheng herself with comfort. She squatted down and played with the tree branches on the ground with the ants. Gu Chunzhu's own popcorn flowers were also waiting for her. She looked at the two children and concentrated on making popcorn flowers.

The student who was squatting in front of Xiaocheng had already finished eating a bun. He looked up to Xiaocheng and walked on the woolly paper. He asked with his cheeks: "In which school are you in? I have not seen you. ”

“I don't go to school.” Xiaocheng's eyes blinked, masking the loss of the bottom of his eyes.

“You paint so well without going to school. You're a genius.” The student squeezed in toward Xiaocheng again and put his hand on Xiaocheng's shoulder, "my name is Jinhan, what's your name? ”

Xiaocheng stared at his hand and saw that he was still carrying bags of oil. He pulled out the pad in his arms and gave it to him. “Wipe your hands first, don't get my clothes dirty. My mother's washing the clothes is very hard. ”

“Your mother also made you this pad, and it's embroidered with bamboo leaves. It looks like you drew it.” Jinhan opened the basket, wiped his hands clean and took the pap and looked at it.

Xiaocheng opened his mouth and was about to answer, and the sound of a bell ringing came from inside the school.

“Oh, I forgot everything I said to you. I'll come to you in class first.” Kim Han's face changed when he heard the bell ringing and ran towards the school with his bookcase.

“Hey, how much paper do you want?” Xiaocheng stood up and asked.

“A piece of paper… I'll be here after class. ”

Gu Chunzhu had already greeted his guests and looked at Xiaocheng and Jinhan talking. Students on this clock street were rushing towards the classroom.

She moved to Shing's side with a small stool. She pinched her hand and left a few oil marks. With the care of her mother, she asked: "Did Youngzi give you this? ”

Look, the bamboo leaves on this pad are embroidered according to the little painting. The embroidery is a little more juvenile than that of Luo Xinlan. She easily thought of it, but wanted to deliberately ask, what green plum bamboo horse is the most interesting.

“Mmm.” Little nodded, concentrating on his bristle paper, the pigment had been adjusted to paint a colored carp, and several pens dipped in different colors were constantly exchanged on his hands.

Gu Chunzhu looked at the boy as if he was clueless. Liu eyebrows wrinkled tightly. She grabbed Xiaocheng's hand: “Don't listen to your mother for now. ”

Cheng Xiao Cheng's eyes were blinding and looked at her mother's strange appearance.

“It's a gift from a girl. You can't just take it for someone else. You have to take it with you, okay?” Gu Chunzhu gave careful instructions.

“Oh, Mother said I remember.” Xiaocheng nodded.

Gu Chunzhu watched him start painting again, helplessly thought that the boy was always a little later than the girl. Youngzi was such a good girl. He must not let this bad boy take the lead.

“Mother, come and see, the ants are so powerful to move our popcorn chips.” An An squatted aside and his pointed voice screamed. Gu Chunzhu could only temporarily let Xiaocheng go and play with An for a while.

The three ants were carrying half a popcorn, which should have been missed when Ann ate.

She also squatted down with Ann and looked at Ann as she pulled Ann's braids: “You see how hard the little ants are trying to move their food, how hard they are worth learning. ”

“When Ann grows up, she has to work as hard as her mother and brother.” Ann raised her little face and looked seriously at Gu Chunzhudao, revealing a row of millet teeth.

Gu Chunzhu looked at the ants here and at Ann. A middle-aged man, wearing a beard and a long cotton cloth shirt, walked in front of the stall and quietly watched the carp for a while.

“Want some paper?” Xiaocheng's little frown wrinkled for a while, painted the tail of the carp, watched the man stare at him all the time and asked.

“Don't buy.” The middle-aged man wore a beard and remained calm.

Little achievements continue to talk about his koi. Gu Chunzhu also looked at this man standing here, perhaps looking at Xiaocheng painting and looking at it. There was no business around, nothing in the way, and Gu Chunzhu didn't talk much.

“Have you ever been to school?” The middle-aged man couldn't help but talk.