Pastoral fierce wife busy farming

Chapter 706 0708 Why doesn't Shimao go to school?
Zhang Zhaocai's nose was bruised and his face was swollen by Zhang Zhuzi, but he begged them to allow him to study in the school.

Qin Sanniang looked at Zhang Zhaocai like that, rolled her eyes in disgust, and said, "Okay, I'll let you go to study, get out and work, don't stand in the way!"

Zhang Zhaocai thought he had heard it wrong, and was overjoyed. He quickly thanked Qin Sanniang, and ran out to work quickly.

Qin Sanniang looked at Zhang Zhaocai's happy face, spat, and said, "It's exactly the same as his mother's stupid look, bah! I still want to study, so Haizi Academy can't open."

Zhang Zhuzi hugged Qin Sanniang, immediately changed his smiling face, and said, "That's right, the school won't open anyway."

Zhang Zhaocai's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he limped to feed the pigs, but his heart was sweeter than eating honey.

He hummed a ditty and fed the pigs, finished all the work inside and outside the house, served Zhang Zhuzi and Qin Sanniang for dinner, and only got a few leftovers.

Then Zhang Zhaocai sneaked out of the house quietly, and went to the place where Bell had hidden food for him.

Zhang Zhaocai is the happiest when he goes to get food every day.The food that Ling Dang gave him was pretty good, [-] times better than what he ate at home, but Zhang Zhaocai would eat all the rotten food at home in order not to arouse the suspicion of his parents.

"Hey, look at what the bell gave me today!" Zhang Zhaocai carefully drilled into the bushes to get the jar, but just a few times, he felt someone nearby, and immediately exited the bushes vigilantly. Seeing Mrs. Zhao looking at him with a dazed face.

"Shimao..." Ms. Zhao stared at Zhang Zhaocai and muttered to herself, sucking her dirty fingers.

"I'm not your son Su Shimao." Zhang Zhaocai sat on the ground and looked at Zhao.

Everyone in the village hates the crazy Mrs. Zhao, but Zhang Zhaocai somehow doesn't hate her, because Mrs. Zhao always reminds him of his mother, Mrs. Tang.

"Shimao, why don't you go to school? There is a school in the village, and I, Shimao, go to study." Mrs. Zhao rushed over and hugged Zhang Zhaocai in her arms.

An unpleasant smell came to his nostrils, Zhang Zhaocai struggled to get out of Mrs. Zhao's arms, but Mrs. Zhao hugged him very tightly, holding his head, and said, "Shimao studies hard, mother is waiting for Shimao to take the number one exam... "

Mrs. Zhao let go after reading this, Zhang Zhaocai quickly broke free, stepped back a few steps, leaned on an uncle, and looked at Mrs. Zhao vigilantly.

"Shimao, why don't you go to school?" Mrs. Zhao looked at Zhang Zhaocai with a smirk, tilted her head and said, "Oh, mother knows, Shimao doesn't have a schoolbag... Mother sewed a schoolbag for Shimao, and carried it to school... "

Zhao Shi said, got up crookedly from the ground, and staggered away.

Zhang Zhaocai looked at Mrs. Zhao's back until Mrs. Zhao disappeared from sight, then went back into the bushes to find the pot.

"Big meat bun!" Zhang Zhaocai opened the jar, exclaimed in surprise, grabbed the bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

But because he was beaten by Zhang Zhuzi and his mouth was injured, he sucked in the cold air in pain. After swallowing the last mouthful of buns, a clear female voice sounded behind him: "Hey, Zhang Zhaocai, what's wrong with your face? Your father beat you again. is you?"

Zhang Zhaocai's body tensed up suddenly, wanting to cover his face, he turned his neck stiffly, and saw Ling Dang standing behind him with a smile, looking at him.

Zhang Zhaocai's ears became red in an instant, he lowered his head, nodded slightly, and hummed.

Anyway, it was no secret that his father beat him, everyone in the village knew it.

Ling Dang looked at Zhang Zhaocai, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, and sighed, "Is the big meat bun delicious?"

Zhang Zhaocai nodded quickly, but buried his head deeper in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhaocai quickly emptied his hands, and the jar was taken away by Bell, and Bell stuffed a small porcelain bottle of rough porcelain into his hand: "Give me the jar, and this medicinal wine for you, take it, and wipe it yourself when you go home." Hurt. Alright, I’m leaving, there’s tamales tomorrow, I’ll save some for you.”

(End of this chapter)