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

In the past ten days, Gu Chunzhu has been at home thinking about wanting to accept the Zheng family as foremen, thinking about doing business well, and finally thinking about opening a small shop in the classroom.

It's like the only small shop in a previous school, where owners spend a lot of money renting. The location of the small shops in the school dominates, and it is not convenient for many students to return to the village for lunch at noon. Even if she buys some noodles or something, her business is certainly not bad.

Besides popcorn, it also sells salted chicken, which requires a lot of people.

“Brother Wang, how about I open a shop in the classroom?” Gu Chunzhu thought carefully in his heart and went to the courtyard to pull Su Wangqin together to discuss it.

Su Wangqin is still repairing the carriage, it has started to coincide, and the middle horizontal axis has been replaced with a new one.

Listen, Gu Chunzhu's intention is to have his eyebrows slightly wrinkled: “The school may not ask you to open a shop, and Mr. Zhong Zheng is not the only one who sees silver money. ”

“Brother Wang, I can't just let it go.” Gu Chunzhu sat on one side of the bench holding his cheek with agitation. That's what Su Wangqin said. If Zhong Dynasty only admitted money, there wouldn't be so many people in these ten miles and eight townships to send their children to study with him. His character is what he sees as.

“It's not like there's no way.” Su Wangqin's dark eyes had an idea in mind.

He attached to Gu Chunzhu's ear and muttered for a while. Gu Chunzhu's mouth couldn't stop lifting. He patted him gently on his shoulder. "This is a good method, Brother Wang. Your brain is quite bright. ”

Sakura lips approached and a kiss fell on his cheek.

This motion was seen by Ann, who counted the ants on the side, squatting her little ass on the ground and running over loudly, "How can Mom kiss Dad and Ann kiss him? ”

Gu Chunzhu looked at this sticky little guy and gave her a loud "slurp” on her tender little cheek.

“Then I'll go find Mr. Chung.” Gu Chunzhu was in a hurry. She couldn't help but give it a minute. She stood up as she said, and suddenly a dark step appeared in front of her.

“What's the matter?” Su Wangqin's eyes hurriedly held her in her arms and looked at her nervously.

“Probably low... nothing. Probably a little dizzy just sitting up.” Gu Chunzhu swallowed the words “hypotension”, which Su Wangqin could not understand, and changed his words.

But he still held Gu Chunzhu's hand tightly and didn't open it. His black eyes reflected Gu Chunzhu's lean appearance. He said firmly: "I'll ask the doctor to show you. ”

“It's all right, I've been eating well lately and don't have to go to the stall. How can it be okay?” Gu Chunzhu muttered dissatisfied, trying to break Su Wangqin's hand apart, but his hand on his body seemed to give birth to a root, and the powerful breaking could not be broken.

Gu Chunzhu's apricot eyes stared helplessly. Su Wangqin had to release his hand.

But he still looked unhappy and said, "Have you forgotten the first two illnesses?” But twice, she was tired and fainted, and once, Ann was abducted. She was in a hurry.

“Don't get sick, Ann is scared.” The little guy on the other side also pulled Gu Chunzhu's crotch and said.

“Cheng Cheng, I go to see the doctor, but don't invite the doctor back, it's going to cost him ten extra cents to walk.” Gu Chunzhu muttered.

Father and daughter accompanied Gu Chunzhu to the hospital. He left a small doctor with a goat's beard on his beard several times. His eyebrows wrinkled in the shape of a "river”.

“Doctor, how's my wife?” Su Wangqin's voice was slightly nervous.

“Lady Yong put it on again.” The old doctor carefully touched Gu Chunzhu's pulse and continued with his beard.

Gu Chunzhu swallowed a sip of saliva nervously. What's wrong with taking so long to pulse? You don't have cancer, do you? What's incurable here?

Ann sat on Gu Chunzhu's knee and snuggled in Gu Chunzhu's arms. A pair of big eyes stared at the doctor's beard without blinking. She couldn't help but whisper: "Doctor, what's wrong with my mother? ”

“The day is short, it must be happy, my husband dared not make a decision, I have to come back in the last ten days to put the last pulse!” The old doctor retracted his hand and said that Gu Chunzhu's chin was about to fall off.

Without opening the pulse, he paid five cents of money for the pulse. Su Wangqin hugged Ann. He held Gu Chunzhu's hand carefully, as if he was afraid to crush her with a little strength.

“Wang, do you think I'm dreaming?” Gu Chunzhu squeezed her cheek, hurting her mouth. It wasn't a dream. It was true.

But she was going to have a baby, how could she have it so soon... she had had enough of getting ready in her last life.

“Perhaps it was me in my dreams, and it wasn't like it was true.” Su Wangqin's black eyes were about to melt out the water. Gu Chunzhu was too embarrassed to look at him.

Ann was holding Su Wangqin like a bear with no tail. She kept whispering in her mouth, “Little sister, little sister! ”

Gu Chunzhu looked at the way they were all happy. He gently put his hands on his flat stomach and muttered: “The doctor only said 80% of the chances, and maybe 20% of them are not pregnant! ”

“There must be.” Su Wangqin tightened her hands again, her eyes filled with heat.

Back home, this page didn't tell Gu Chunzhu to leave the house. If he fainted on the road, it wouldn't be possible. Even Gu Chunzhu thought Xiaocheng was going to drop out of school and wanted to make lunch, he grabbed it.

Looking at Su Wangqin, who had already taken the kitchen knife, Gu Chunzhu severely strangled the soft meat in his waist. "Brother Wang, I'm not this expensive. You don't want me to do that, you don't want me to do that, you want to smother me? ”

“Doxodle!” Su Wangqin was not angry when he was strangled. The kitchen knife was chopping cabbage on the case board, and a stubborn face continued to hang the same silly smile.

Angry Gu Chunzhu went back to the house to lie down and wait for lunch.

Lunch: Brown rice cooked by Su Wangqin and sautéed cabbage. The cabbage is too light. There was also a stewed thigh, which smelled like the skin on the outside, and the meat boiled wood. There is also a bowl of egg cream, which is not smooth at all, and the wrinkle is ugly.

“Daddy's cooking is not good.” Ann hardly shook her head in the face.

Xiaocheng's eyebrows were also wrinkled. He also knew that Gu Chunzhu had children in his stomach. After eating meals, he looked at her stomach from time to time, carrying a tremendous novelty.

“You can't pick a meal, come eat this meal, and the mother will cook it.” Gu Chunzhu's chopsticks were mounted on Ann's little mouth and tapped gently, and the little one had a good, stuffy head to eat.

Gu Chunzhu glanced at Su Wangqin and said: Don't let me cook food and lose weight on the two little ones in the house.