A small peasant girl

Chapter 89
Liujia Village is actually not that big. It took only a quarter of an hour to walk from Wenzi's house to Liu Dashu's house. On the way, I met many villagers, some enthusiastically joking, and some pretending to seek relatives. I wrote it down.

"Look, Wenzi, that's Liu Dashu's home." Liu Ankang pointed to a house made entirely of wood. The door was made of wood, the walls were made of wood, and the windows were made of wood.

"Second brother, this Liu Dashu's house is really unique." Wenzi was a little excited when she saw the house made of wood, but she really liked living in a house full of natural atmosphere.

"Wenzi, Liu Dashu is older than you. I don't dare to call you by my name when I meet you. I have to call you Brother Dashu, do you understand?" It will be bad if you can't find a good husband's family.

"Second brother, don't worry, I'll write it down." Wenzi stuck out his tongue to be naughty, he could only pretend to be a little girl, thinking that being old doesn't necessarily take advantage of it.

Sometimes Wenzi will forget her current age and identity, which makes her extremely distressed. Many children have to learn the thoughts and behaviors of children, and they have to hide what adults know flexibly.If she had known about going back to time travel, she should have applied to Beijing Film Studios, Nortel, etc., and she would not be afraid of showing her flaws if she learned acting.

"Wenzi, don't think it's okay for the second brother to talk too much." Liu Kangtu had a serious expression and a gentle voice, but fortunately he knew that the younger sister beside him was already a sensible child and would understand his difficulties and good intentions.

"Second brother, look at what you said. Why would I think that second brother is talkative? If I do something wrong in the future, second brother must tell me in time." Wenzi's voice was smiling, she understood Liu Kangtu's intentions. Scruples, it seems that from the day he got the household registration book, Liu Kangtu behaved like an adult or an elder.

A skinny little boy was playing at the door. Seeing Wenzi and Liu Kangtu, he put down the simple wooden toy in his hand, blinked and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Xiao Zhuang, is your father at home?" Liu Kangtu reached out to touch Liu Xiaozhuang's shoulder, and spoke in a cautious tone.

"Why are you so thin?" Wenzi saw a child whose body shape was too different from his own, and he felt a little bit of emotion in his heart. He was afraid that a little boy who would be compared to African refugees could be so skinny.

"Xiao Zhuang, this is your elder sister Wenzi." Liu Kangtu also felt a little distressed by the reminder of the little boy in front of him, and he could no longer be described as weak, "Wenzi, this is Liu Dashu's son, Liu Xiaozhuang."

"What do you really need?" Wenzi squatted down, and asked with concern: "You need to eat more to grow fast."

Liu Xiaozhuang rarely sees people on weekdays, especially when he sees Wenzi, who is much fatter than him, he holds back his mouth and runs in crying to find helpers.

"Why is my son here? Why is the man crying?" Liu Dashu gently wiped the tears from Liu Xiaozhuang's face with calloused hands, and hurriedly said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad is here."

Liu Xiaozhuang was raised by eating rice soup since he was a child. His mother died when she gave birth to him, so his body has always been weak, and he was often bullied by his peers. Today, Wenzi directly made him cry.

(End of this chapter)