At the beginning, the whole family fled from famine, and I used a milk bottle as a koi carp

Mrs. An said she was speechless and felt so tired. Next to her, Mrs. Qian and Dad Dawang cried in pain.

An Ningning took a look and realized that he was going to lose!

This damn desire to win!

"Nai~~, what's wrong with your waist? Don't scare Ning Ning. Nai~ you have to endure the pain. Who made our family easy to bully?" Senior An Ningning sounded like Dad Wang and started to cry.

An Ningning's howl startled Mrs. An, but she listened carefully to what her granddaughter said and found out what was wrong with her waist.

He immediately lay down on the ground. Anyway, he was already embarrassed today and couldn't lose.

Wuwuwu. No wonder I love my granddaughter so much, but at critical moments, I have to rely on her!

When Sanbao saw his sister like this, he also lay down on Mrs. An and cried, "Mirror, gal, what's wrong with you? Nothing can happen to you!"

Ye Bao, who was with San Bao, saw this opera-like tune and had never played with it before. He also imitated San Bao and lay on Mrs. An, "Milk~Mirror~What's wrong with you? Nothing can happen to you!"

Mrs. An "." I thank you, I'm fine, I'm still alive. You three fat guys, have you missed the mark? How can you really lie down!

The veins on Lao Er An's forehead were throbbing. He looked at Dabao and Er Bao and looked at him. Look, Mrs. An looked hesitant about whether to lie down and howl.

Being forced to fight against each other by An Laoer, what were these two guys thinking?

Boss An looked at Lao Er An, asking what to do?

An Laoer felt a headache. How could such a good baby be so ruined? I usually take precautions and don't want the children in my family to imitate the behavior of the villagers. But today, if I wasn't paying attention, they all learned to lie on the floor and sing operas and cry in mourning.

The village chief also watched with a headache, and both sides sang louder and louder.

He felt so tired. He really didn't want to care about the foot-binding issue between the old ladies. But lying down like this now is not a problem!

"Boss, Second Brother, are you talking about this?" The village chief looked at the two brothers who were quite reasonable.

"I'll take my mother back to find out first, and I'll give the village chief an explanation then." An Laoer felt that he couldn't go on like this, and he couldn't act like this if he was justified or unreasonable, especially since Mrs. Qian was not a reasonable person at all, but she just didn't Thinking that his wise old mother would play along with him.

The second brother An and the eldest son An each picked up a baby and helped the old lady An up. The second brother An didn't care that the old lady An blinked at him frequently.

When he returned to Lao An's house, An Lao Er's face was already very angry. Everyone in Lao An's family could clearly know: An Lao Er was angry!

Usually, the invisible head of Lao An's family always comes up with the ideas. Seeing that she was angry, Mrs. An's waist no longer hurt. She sat down and looked down at her shoes, feeling a little dirty.

The three children, covered with a layer of mud, lowered their heads and looked at their shoes.

"Mom, don't worry about Mrs. Qian. There is no reasonable person in their family. Look at what Dad Wang said. His dad only went there two years ago, so why are he an orphan and a widower?

They are just pretending to be pitiful, why do you care about them? Our family is a reasonable family, so why don’t you just explain the matter clearly to the village chief? Everyone in the village knows who their family is, but you just followed his tricks."

"And you, An Ningning, uncle knows that you are smart, but at such a young age, you can't completely distinguish right from wrong. If you learn from the shrew, you can find a good husband when you grow up."

"Sambo and Yebao, what are you doing learning these things from a woman? You will be studying in the future, so what's the use of learning these methods?"

An Laoer's output was such that Lao An's family didn't even dare to crow. "Son, don't be angry. I'm not a good girl today, but Mrs. Qian bullied me. Wuwuwu," Mrs. An began to cry as she spoke.

An Ningning sighed, her uncle was probably very angry today, forget it, I won't offend him anymore.

Sanbao and Yebao lowered their heads to their waists. They still didn't quite understand why Dad Wang could do it but they couldn't. But the uncle got angry and if he refuted again, they would be spanked again today. .

Wuwuwu. My uncle is so cruel. He is really spanked if he makes a mistake. Even Ye Bao is not immune.

An Laoer felt that Ye Baoshi's mother had entrusted her to Lao An's family and could not stay in Lao An's family for a while, so she learned all the tricks of the villagers. Looking back, if Ye Bao Niang knew about it, she would not come over to fight them!

My dear son, what did you learn in your village?

Swearing? fight? Playful? Don’t learn well?

I can’t even think about it!

After Mrs. An's mood stabilized, Mr. An asked about the reason and went to the village chief.

The village chief sighed after hearing this. What is this?

When this old lady Qian was young, she liked to fight everywhere. No one she came into contact with had ever had a quarrel or a fight. A few years ago, Old Man Liu went there. Well, now he has started again, and he is even more carefree.

The village chief was an ordinary person, so it was difficult to say anything, so he asked the village elder's wife to go talk to Mrs. Qian.

This matter has just passed, but I really don’t know what the person involved thinks!

Once the tea seedlings are planted, they only need to be watered, fertilized and then wait for growth. It can be regarded as another half of the major events in the village. The other half is the continuous maintenance and breeding of the tea garden.

Under the entrustment of the village chief, An Laoer asked the county clerk to recommend scholars to teach in the village. For this reason, the village chief specially found a few young adults in the village to build a school on this side of the river. It has a front and back yard, and two rooms in the front yard as a place for classes. The backyard is for my husband and his family to live in. There are also two rooms and a kitchen.

The person recommended by the clerk was also an old scholar. The whole family came to live with relatives, but the relatives moved away and wanted to find some work in the county. By chance, he met the clerk and became very close to him.

The village chief pulled a donkey cart and went to the county to pick up his husband. This gentleman was an old scholar in his fifties who had also fled from the north. The three members of the family heard about the situation in the village and readily agreed. They had a place to live and were paid, so they could continue teaching as before.

It’s not like there aren’t jobs available in the city, but there are no suitable ones, either bookkeeping, or some writing, teaching, etc. I really can’t find them for a while. I originally came here to escape famine, and my money was extremely limited.

In this way, the children in the village started reading. The school in the village is different from the outside. An Laoer strongly requested that the boys and girls in the village should think alike and study together. The village chief knew that An Laoer said this was for their precious niece. This woman had a hard enough time in this world. Thinking about the girls in the village, the village chief also agreed. He also has two granddaughters. Unfortunately, the eldest granddaughter is too old and cannot study.

Mr. Wu, an old scholar, did not agree at first, but after meeting An Ningning and taking a test, he agreed.

Apart from him, this girl is so smart that she has a photographic memory. He has been teaching for so many years and has never had such a talented and spiritual student.

Looking at the smart female disciple in front of me, I sighed in my heart, "Why don't you be a man?"

If this female disciple is a boy, he is confident that she will be the number one scholar in the future.

The more I look at it, the sadder it becomes!