Mi Bao opened his mouth wide and looked at him blankly.
I can't keep this little uncle, knowing that she has too many dark histories.
The key point is that he has a bit of a naive temperament, not Zhuge Hanhan, but really naive, the kind that can easily be talked about by others.
She can rehearse a scene in her mind in minutes...
The bad guy held a whip and asked, "Tell me! Did Mibao have any embarrassing things when he was a child?"
The little uncle looked like he would rather die than surrender: "I won't tell you, even if you kill me, I will never tell you that Mi Bao wet the bed and farted when he was a child!!"
That kind of situation would make me collapse just thinking about it!
The younger uncle and the two cousins who were his attendants all ate sweets happily, but Mibao was the only one looking at them, with despair written on his little face.
Unfortunately, such a serious matter cannot be discussed with her wife, the military advisor.
Fortunately, she still has a fan who can ask for advice.
When Mi Bao thought of this, he felt certain in his heart and slowly closed his mouth.
So when Shen Linquan finished speaking and was about to leave, Mi Bao followed with short legs.
Mrs. Fan called her: "Mi Bao! Why are you going! I want to go home! You are still clinging to me, right?"
Mi Bao said confidently: "But Mi Bao made an appointment with Uncle Shen, and Uncle Shen asked Mi Bao to go again!"
Madam Fan said: "I'm just being polite!"
"No!" Fatty Tuanzi waved his little hands: "Mi Bao and Uncle Shen are our own people, there is no need to be polite."
Lady Fan: "..."
You're so rude.
Shen Linquan laughed and said: "It's okay, Mibao is not naughty. We will take him to play for a while. You guys are busy with your work. We will bring him back when we come back in the evening."
Shen Zhen bent down and picked her up, and then the three of them walked away quickly as they were afraid that they would come and snatch the child. Mrs. Bao also found it amusing to look at her: "Their family really likes Mi Bao."
Lady Fan waved her hands helplessly: "Alas!"
Mi Bao followed the two of them back home. As soon as he entered the door, he went to find Mr. Shen and waved to Shen Zhen and Shen Linquan: "Let's go and do your work. Mi Bao told Uncle Shen that we can talk!"
Two people: "..."
Mr. Shen was still a little flattered, and then the old man and the young boy held hands and hid in the corner and whispered. Although Shen Linquan and Shen Zhen outside were standing far away, they also eavesdropped the whole time.
In the first sentence, I heard Fat Tuanzi's worried warning: "This matter is a secret between us. You must never tell my wife."
Shen Linquan glanced at Shen Zhen wildly, and Shen Zhen looked away and looked at him lazily.
Mr. Shen is now good at acting and will never laugh. He said seriously: "Don't worry, I have the strictest mouth."
Then, Mr. Shen listened to the little fat girl's troubles very seriously, stroking his beard and said to her wisely: "It's very simple."
Mi Bao's big eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at him intelligently.
The old man said calmly: "From now on, when you see them, ask them about their studies, ask them what they learned today, and ask them to explain it to you. Then, if they like studying, they will only remember what books you talked about. I will only remember that you love reading and forget everything else."
Fat Tuanzi blinked with big eyes: "Well, what if they don't like to study?"
The old man showed a sinister smile: "It would be better if you don't like to study. People who don't like to study will be even more impressed when they meet a Mi Bao who loves to study."
"Wow!" Mi Bao understood and exclaimed: "Uncle Shen, you are so cunning! You are much more cunning than Mi Bao!"
Mr. Shen pinched his beard and smiled calmly.
So when Mi Bao returned home after taking the Buddhist scriptures, when he saw the three uncles, he frantically discussed the study issue with them.
The three scumbags all didn't like studying. When they asked anxiously, they saw three people running in front, with Fat Tuanzi chasing after them. He had a small body but a big momentum: "Didn't you let Mi Bao play with you? ? Let’s play together! You should tell us who Xiang Jiuling is and why he smells so good!!”
Shen Linquan almost died laughing.
Mr. Shen couldn't help but smile.
Tang Youxiang invited the clan leader over and the village doctor. He set up two large tables at home and prepared to have a serious meal.
Lady Fan and Lady Wan were only average in their cooking skills, and Lady Bao was only slightly better.
But these days, Mibao feels that the family is working too hard, so he keeps putting things at home. There are chicken, duck, fish, meat, eggs and vegetables, and it is really rich.
The patriarch and the others were sitting at the same table. Tang Lingfang didn't say a word, Shen Zhen said little, and Shen Xingsi only smiled and didn't talk much. Only Shen Linquan kept talking at the table and could talk to everyone.
While eating, the clan leader also discussed with Tang Youxiang: "Do you think this new millet can be sold secretly? Everyone must have some money in their hands to buy some other things. At least the taxes must be paid."
Shen Linquan waved his hand and said to him: "Clan Chief Tang, if you want Brother Wei Quan to help sell it, I advise you not to...most of the province has not received any profit, and no grain has been harvested! Fresh millet appears on the market. It looks pretty good, but if anyone sees it, there will be no one who won’t inquire about it. Even though our place is inconspicuous, it can’t stand up to people’s investigation.”
The clan leader nodded, not surprised: "That's right, forget it, people will be satisfied!"
Shen Linquan smiled and said: "I can buy some for my family..."
Before he finished speaking, the clan leader waved his hand: "No, no, don't do this. The only millet in the village where the children go to school is enough for you to eat. Our village is already taking advantage of you."
After he finished speaking, he hesitated again: "They all use millet for cultivation. There are so many millet in your house. It's really embarrassing. If you eat too much of this stuff, you won't be able to digest it..."
Mibao sat at another table, listening to their conversation, and couldn't help but scratch his mother's finger.
She can collect it. Although it is useless after collecting it, she can put it into the space and give them some things they need in exchange.
Millet is yellow rice, you can make rhubarb rice dumplings, you can steam rhubarb rice cakes, add a little jujube or jujube paste, it will be fragrant and sticky, it will be delicious just thinking about it.
Mrs. Fan is worthy of being her own mother. As soon as she caught her, she knew what it meant. She glared at her and said, "No!"
Mi Bao wanted to speak, but she said again: "No!"
Inadvertently, the voice got a little louder, and Mrs. Bao heard it and said to her: "Don't lecture Mi Baoer every day. Mi Baoer is such a good child. Mi Baoer, what's wrong? Tell your uncle!"
Mi Bao blinked his eyes and said wittily: "Mi Bao wants to eat yellow rice cakes."
"Oh," Mrs. Bao said, "My aunt will make it for you tomorrow. The new one is so old. Now that you are eating it, tell me that your mother is still reluctant to part with it. I hope my aunt loves you!"
Fat Tuanzi’s little mouth seemed to be covered with honey, and he opened his mouth to say sweet words: “Thank you, auntie, auntie is the best!”
Mrs. Fan had no choice but to cooperate with her daughter and said, "I was thinking, how can I get the noodle grinder before it's time?"
"I have some at home," Shen Linquan said with a smile, "I still have the ones I bought before. People have been sending millet rice over the past two days. I was thinking about eating Chen's. Mi Bao, let Aunt Tao give it to you tomorrow. Do."
Mi Bao nodded: "I want jujube paste."
Shen Linquan nodded: "Okay."
Mrs. Fan said helplessly: "You still ordered food."
Shen Linquan smiled and waved his hand: "Sister-in-law, please don't be polite to us. We are firmly attached to Mi Bao'er! Isn't that right, Mi Bao'er?"