dumb wife farming

Chapter 117 Gold Leaf?
The person in front of him seemed to be in his forties, with an elegant appearance, looking at him lovingly, and behind him, two men who looked like servants also jumped off the horse, holding water bag.

"I want to tell my dad first!" Zhuang Zhuang was very vigilant, which was completely frightened by Wang.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Zhuang Zhuang wiped his hands, and ran to the yard, leaving the painted twigs aside. While the middle-aged man was waiting, he turned around and looked A picture drawn for the little ones.

"Mother, isn't daddy here?" Zhuang Zhuang walked around the house, but couldn't find Shen An.Then hugged Song Yao's leg.

Song Yao nodded.

"But mother, there are people outside asking for water, and there are three people, riding horses, waiting outside!" Zhuang Zhuang tried his best to speak clearly, so Song Yao heard the little milk voice balabala saying.

Song Yao touched the little guy's head, he was also afraid that there would be bad people outside, but right now he was waiting outside, if there was a fight, there was nothing the mother and son could do.

She went to the stove outside and took out the pot of hot water that was drying.

The little guy was originally blocked by her, but he was very strong and flexible, so he got out.

"I told you to protect mother!" the little guy said in a childish voice.

Song Yao had no choice but to go out with the kettle.

It's just that the mother and son thought of a big drama in their hearts, but the three outside were really just asking for water.Seeing Song Yao coming out with a water bottle, the two men who looked like servants thanked her before taking the water.

Seeing them being so polite, Song Yao couldn't laugh or cry, but what did they think?

"Son, did you draw this painting? How old are you?" The middle-aged man stood aside, his eyes fell from the ground to Zhuang Zhuang who was holding Song Yao tightly.

Zhuang Zhuang looked up at Song Yao, saw Song Yao nodding, and then replied in a childlike voice: "Uncle, I'm three years old!"

"The painting is very good, don't throw it away in the future!" The man smiled lovingly at Zhuang Zhuang, seeing that the two servants had finished pouring the water, he gave them a look.

Leaning on Song Yao's closest servant, he politely put a piece of gold leaf into Zhuang Zhuang's hand.

Seeing this, Song Yao shook her head in disapproval.

They just gave a little water, but this person gave the gold leaf directly. Thinking about it, this person is not an ordinary person.They can't have this thing.

It's just that she couldn't speak.

Zhuang Zhuang looked at the gold leaf in his hand, without even looking at it, he raised his head and shook his head at the middle-aged man.The little guy let go of Song Yao's hand, held the golden leaf and walked towards the middle-aged man.

"Uncle, I can't ask for it. Our family doesn't sell water!" Zhuang Zhuang shook his head, tiptoed, and was about to put the gold leaf in the middle-aged man's hand.

As a result, Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway, and that person directly grabbed ahead of Zhuang Zhuang. That behavior could be called a robbery.

She snatched the gold leaf from Zhuang Zhuang's palm with one hand, and then said to the middle-aged man with a smile on her face: "This gentleman is really polite, but you are just giving me some water, you are really generous!"

Seeing Wang's smiling face like a chrysanthemum, Zhuang Zhuang and Song Yao became anxious. Song Yao couldn't speak, so she could only keep waving at the two servants and the middle-aged man, pointing at Wang, While waving.

"Uncle, let the big brothers snatch it back, you can't give it to her, she often leads people to bully my parents!" Zhuang Zhuang was also anxious, grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, and said eagerly.

　Three more, and one more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)