Shen Linquan listened quietly and asked a few questions from time to time.
Fan Duobao just said that he didn't think much about it, but he didn't know that Shen Linquan had already thought of a countermeasure in his mind.
Nowadays, it is true that one day is a teacher and a life is a father. Not to mention that Li Junzhang does a good job in appearance. Even if he does not do well, as long as he has not done anything heinous, then Fan Duobao will not recognize his master. It is a big mistake to forgive, and you will have to bear this crime for the rest of your life.
Therefore, this matter needs to be carefully considered.
Of course, this is really not a big deal to the Shen family.
So Shen Linquan just asked and didn't say anything more.
Then a few people played checkers in the room.
In fact, at first, Shen Zhen brought Danqi to Mibao to play. It was an elegant table battle. Each player had twelve chess pieces. The chessboard had ups and downs and walls, just like a city. Both sides wanted to attack the city. , and also play against each other, it is very suitable for low-handed players like Mi Bao and rough players like Shangguan Xingtuo.
But after playing it for a few times, Mibao felt it was boring, so he took out the hexagonal checkers and played with them all.
She specially picked a wooden chessboard, and Shen Zhen erased the manufacturer's name and painted it into a few children, making it look very simple and elegant.
Shen Zhen called Shen Xingsi over, and the six of them were having fun while eating and playing.
Mi Bao and others had dinner at Shen's house before going back.
The tough guy father Fan Weiquan had secretly cried several times at home. He didn't dare to tell the truth to his wife, so he simply explained a few words and kept waiting at the door.
Finally seeing them come back, Fan Weiquan took a few steps forward, his nose was sore and his eye circles were red, but what he said was rough: "Why are you back! What a crazy day!"
Mibao jumped up, ran over, opened his arms and stood in front of the big cousin: "Don't hit anyone!! Big cousin is covered by Mibao now!!"
Fan Weiquan paused.
Mibao rushed closer, and when he saw his red and swollen eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and his voice dropped an octave: "Anyway, you are not allowed to hit anyone."
Fan Weiquan felt very uncomfortable, but after brewing for a long time, he couldn't bear to hug his son, so he picked up Mibao with both hands, hugged him tightly, and rubbed him: "Mibao, uncle, I haven't seen you for several days. I miss you, I miss you..." He choked with sobs: "I miss you so much."
Mibao: "..."
She was held up by her uncle's two big hands, a little high, half of her body was hanging in the air, and her uncle's big face was buried in her belly, as if she was still crying.
Her little arms waved helplessly, her little head turned left and right, and she didn't know how to respond to her uncle's enthusiasm.
Fan Duobao was also stunned for a moment, then frowned and figured it out.
After thinking about it, he looked at his father holding up a small Mi Bao, wiping his tears back and forth, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
He waited silently, a little amused in his heart.
Shen Zhen also waited for a while and saw that Fan Weiquan didn't let go for a long time, so he walked over and grabbed Uncle Fan's hand with both hands.
As soon as Fan Weiquan's hand loosened, the Mi Bao fell down. Shen Zhen caught it with one hand, fished it back without looking, lifted Fan Duobao up, and stuffed it between Uncle Fan's two big hands. Uncle Fan subconsciously hugged Mi Bao tightly, and Shen Zhen hugged Mi Bao and walked away without looking back.
Fan Duobao lowered his head silently.
At this moment, the tough guy uncle and the tough guy cousin were both embarrassed.
Then the eldest uncle silently hugged his son, wiped his tears on him, and bumped him twice, with an expression that said it was not because I wanted to hug him, but someone else forced it on me, so I just hugged him casually..., rough. He said in a rough voice: "Have you eaten?"
Fan Duobao said quietly: "Eat."
"Oh," the uncle put him down and strode into the house with a nonchalant look on his face: "Then hurry up and eat. Your mother has cooked a lot for you."
Fan Duobao: "..."
Fine.
He went into the house and ate another meal with all his strength.
The next day, Mibao came early in the morning and asked him to go to Shen's house to play with him.
Things like Mao Dong are only fun if there are many people. With many people, no matter what you play, it will be fun. Even checkers, which has been played with wadding, if there is a substitute behind you and you keep pushing, it will look very interesting and you will not be willing to leave the table.
It's just that Fan Duobao's two claws are really ugly. I burned them carefully at night and applied ointment, but it still didn't work. There was a pit on one finger and there was a little pus.
He hurts.
Then Mi Bao suddenly remembered a folk remedy.
I don’t know which novel has written that there is a very useful folk remedy for this kind of festering frostbite, which is to wash it first, then rinse it with hydrogen peroxide, apply it with egg butter, and wrap it up, and it will be cured in three days.
Hydrogen peroxide, she has it.
Egg butter can be boiled by peeling off the hard-boiled eggs and yolks and mashing them, then putting them in a large spoon and roasting them over the fire until they become dregs and a little bit of oil will filter out.
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So at night, Mibao had a murmuring with his mother.
Madam Wan took out a porcelain bottle, poured some hydrogen peroxide, and then took a large spoon over the fire and baked a bowl of egg butter at the bottom.
Then someone called Fan Duobao.
Cleaning with hydrogen peroxide was extremely painful, and there was smoke coming out of his hands, but Fan Duobao didn't react at all. He raised his hands and watched them with a smile.
After cleaning, I used a large cotton swab to smear him with egg yolk oil, carefully wrapped it with gauze, and put on a pair of gloves. Madam Fan warned: "Don't touch the water for three days, and don't take off your gloves. If you can bear it,
It's best to endure it for two more days, and it won't be too late to get rid of it on New Year's Eve. It will be a good time to celebrate the New Year."
Fan Duobao nodded in response: "Thank you, aunt."
Mi Bao was a little worry, watching the whole process, and added in a sweet voice: "Cousin, don't wash your face yourself, you can ask mother to wash it for you, or wait for Mi Bao to go and wash it for you."
Fan Duobao smiled with his little white teeth exposed, lowered his head and bumped his head with her: "Okay, then I'll wait for Mi Bao to help me wash it."
Tang Minglu and others paid special attention to this eldest cousin. Tang Minglu gave him a red string: "Cousin, I carved this, my mother made it up, one persimmon and one Ruyi. Mi Bao said this is a big deal.
If everything goes well, you can wear it for good luck."
Fan Duobao was stunned for a moment, then took it and put it in his arms with a smile: "I will wear it again until the first day of the new year."
He walked away leisurely.
Tang Mingqi walked him off for a few steps, turned around, and couldn't help but say: "Cousin..."
He couldn't find the words to describe him.
It feels like he is so old, and he takes everything to heart. This kind of long-term bullying will require other people. It is normal to be resentful or cynical. But except for the loss of control when he first came back, he is always smiling. No.
You know, I thought he was a pampered young man.
"Do you think this is a good thing??" Mrs. Fan said: "He is there by himself, no one cares, no one asks, who can he tell his grievances to? He can only endure it, and his temper will be worked out over time."
She packed up the gauze and other things, and took a look outside. As she closed the door, she said, "Mom would rather you be mediocre than suffer such great grievances when you grow up. He has suffered all these years, and it's a good thing that he didn't have to be with you."
My aunt said, if I tell you, my mother won’t be able to live like this for decades, and I’ll feel uncomfortable just thinking about it!”