Because he had to go back to work, Chen Linfeng said goodbye after squeezing at Zhang Sanhua's house for a night. Although Liu Jiao was a little worried that the purpose of this trip had not been achieved, she didn't want to stay too much. The problem is that Chen You, the shy little girl, refused to leave. If Liu Jiao went to pull her, she would hug Zhang Sanhua's waist tightly.

Liu Jiao and Zhang Sanhua were both a little embarrassed.

"You have no conscience, you don't want your mother and father anymore." Liu Jiao was so disobedient that her daughter was so angry that she glared at Zhang Sanhua again, "What kind of ** soup did you give my daughter?"

"I didn't get anything." Zhang Sanhua smiled, "I just don't know what you said to her."

"What do you mean?" Liu Jiao felt a little guilty, but when she thought that Zhang Sanhua might not understand anything, she pretended to be calm and stern.

"What else do I need to say to her if I name her Chen You?"

Nowadays, it is precious to have a single name. Only families with a wealthy family will give their children a single name. When they reach adulthood, they will ask famous scholars and elders to choose their characters. If they become a single character and have no characters when they become adults, they will be ridiculed.

For example, Liu Jiao.

Back then, Liu's father thought he was a rich family in the village and wanted to marry his daughter to the town, so he took Jiao as a single name. When Liu Jiao was in the middle of the palace, he invited Master Hongyou from Jing'anyuan to give him a name, but the master came and looked at Liu Jiao and shook his head and left. As a result, Liu Jiao became a joke, and Liu's father also lost his intention to marry her to the town. In the end, he chose thousands of choices and gave Chen Linfeng a better choice.

When naming Chen You, Chen Linfeng did not agree to the single name, but Liu Jiao had a knot in her heart and wanted to marry her daughter. Chen Linfeng could not persuade her, and remembered that Mr. Lin was kind and asked for a request at that time. Mr. Lin would not be too embarrassed, so he agreed.

Liu Jiao was shy and angry when she was hit by a little brat like Zhang Sanhua, and she wanted to hit Zhang Sanhua.

Zhang Sanhua's eyes sterned. Just as he was about to react, Chen You suddenly rushed out from behind, and Liu Jiao's slap fell on Chen You's head.

"Oh, my heart, how does it hurt?" Seeing that his little daughter was beaten, Liu Jiao quickly stepped forward and hugged her.

Chen You was crying, looked at Liu Jiao and Zhang Sanhua, and whispered: "Osmanthus Cake."

Liu Jiao looked puzzled, but Zhang Sanhua understood it.

How could she be coaxed by a plate of osmanthus cake? Why did she feel that the peers she met were not very smart?

He reached out to touch Chen You's forehead, and Chen You rubbed it along, and Zhang Sanhua was glared fiercely by Liu Jiao.

"I'll treat you to you next time." Although I don't like Liu Jiao, Zhang Sanhua thinks Chen You is a bit cute.

"Really?" Chen You's eyes lit up instantly.

"Really, let your parents go back."

This is what Chen Linfeng happened to finish talking to his grandmother and came to greet his wife and daughter. Although Chen You was still a little reluctant to leave this time, he didn't make a fuss.

As the days turn winter begin, the villagers are all at home. Although Zhang Sanhua's family rented out the fields, the food collected is enough for three people to eat and use, and there is nothing else to do, so they are so lazy that they don't want to go out.

After watching the sunrise, there was nothing to do in the mountains. I didn't want to go home to see Zhang Xiaohua teach her to embroider. Zhang Sanhua simply went straight to Mr. Lin's house. When he arrived at the gate of Mr. Lin's yard, he saw Yin Jing wearing a short dress and punching in the yard.

After Yin Jing finished the fight, Zhang Sanhua pushed open the yard gate while wiping the sweat towel.

"Why did you come so early?" Yin Jing looked surprised.

"There is nothing to do." Zhang Sanhua looked at the heat on Yin Jing's head and was curious, "Why didn't you practice boxing in the past?"

"Uh." Yin Jing felt a little embarrassed, "It's over today. My family's regulations were to practice boxing before sunrise, and after practicing one set, it happened to be sunrise."

Zhang Sanhua's heart moved, as if she was holding something, and saw Yin Jing standing there stupidly, and couldn't help but smile.

"Go and change your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

Never been so concerned by Zhang Sanhua, Yin Jing was a little flattered and entered the house in a daze.

Mr. Lin was practicing calligraphy in the study and heard the movement and greeted Zhang Sanhua.

"Sanhua, come on, write a word for me to see?"

Zhang Sanhua took the pen and wrote a "way" on the paper.

"I've retreated. The framework structure is too messy, so I have to practice it well." Mr. Lin was a little dissatisfied, "Didn't you let you practice more by yourself?"

Zhang Sanhua lowered her head and pretended to listen to the training, but her eyes passed through the window and looked at the footprints left by Yin Jing in the yard.

"Sanhua, your family is going to have a lot of money recently." Mr. Lin looked carefully again, "Is there enough food at home?"

Zhang Sanhua was stunned now. Her father had already gone to her house, so why would he feel a little bitch?

"Why did sir say that?"

"Don't be anxious." Mr. Lin glanced at Sanhua comfortably, "You will take the person back by yourself. It's not a bad thing."

"Sir, you can't test your words, right?" Zhang Sanhua raised her eyebrows, "You can still do this?"

"It's just a trick, it's all right to have fun." Mr. Lin said with a smile, "How about you write another one."

"Then write another one." Zhang Sanhua picked up his pen and wrote a "play".

"This word is much neat." Mr. Lin stroked his beard, "But this word is not very good."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Sanhua didn't believe Mr. Lin, just pretending to be funny with him.

"Did Qi Zheng carry the dagger you gave me?" Mr. Lin did not respond.

"I didn't bring it, why did the blind bear even sleep in the winter?"

"It's better to bring it with you. After all, it's Qi Zheng's intention, so it's good to treat it as an amulet."

Mr. Lin spread the topic open, and Zhang Sanhua didn't want to spare him. After responding to Mr. Lin's words, Yin Jing entered the study room, glanced at the words on the paper, and burst into laughter the next moment.

"Who wrote this? Why is it so ugly? It's not as good as I wrote it."

Mr. Lin didn't say anything when he saw him trying to death, and just sat upright with a smile.

"Yin Jing, I just saw that the boxing technique you practiced seemed very powerful."

"That's it." Yin Jing straightened his chest, "My family's ancestors passed down, I have to practice every day before getting married."

"So amazing..." Zhang Sanhua smiled maliciously, and Yin Jing suddenly felt a little cold.

“…It’s not that powerful.”

"Don't be humble. Come on, let's go outside to practice."

"No." Yin Jing refused, "No. No. No, you are a girl, I can't bully you."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of being bullied by you." Zhang Sanhua got on the move and dragged people.

"Sir." Yin Jing looked at Mr. Lin with a earnest look, "I haven't practiced my calligraphy today."

"That's right." As soon as Mr. Lin said this, Yin Jing was happy, "But it's not a problem, I'll practice it tonight."

Yin Jing:...

Although Yin Jing was a boy who practiced martial arts since childhood, and Zhang Sanhua was just a wild path and had no rules, she didn't know why she was so powerful. A girl less than nine years old was about the same strength as a middle-aged man, and she was flexible and agile. Yin Jing was completely abused unexpectedly.

"Ah, it seems that Zhang Zong's tutoring is not good. You can't even compare to a girl." Mr. Lin looked at Yin Jing who was lying on the ground and said sarcastic words, "You have to tell him to increase the amount of training."

Yin Jing turned over and looked at Mr. Lin with resentment, "It's useless to tell my father, he won't allow me to go home anyway."

"That's true," Mr. Lin sighed, "It seems that we can only let Zhang Zong marry you a more powerful wife in the future."

Mr. Lin's words came true, but Yin Jing did not take it seriously at this time.

"My father wishes that my family will be more literary. My eldest and second sister-in-law are both from a family of literati, so he won't marry me a tough wife."
Chapter completed!