Man Bao came home with a bloated stomach. During dinner, her appetite was not as good as before. She thought that she could not waste food, so Man Bao gave most of the rice in the bowl to her father.
Old Zhoutou was extremely surprised, "Manbao, why don't you eat?"
Man Bao lowered his head to eat vegetables and said, "I'm not hungry."
Qian stretched out his hand to touch her belly and asked, "What did you eat at Bai's house?"
"Eat some snacks, they are delicious, they are delicious." Man Bao thought about the taste of the glutinous rice cakes and suddenly felt that the rice was not that delicious.
So she put down the bowl.
Qian frowned slightly, "Manbao, don't eat too many snacks in the future, do you understand?"
Only then did Man Bao realize that he had accidentally let something slip, so he shrank his head and responded with a guilty conscience.
Mrs. Liu also noticed Bai Shanbao's poor appetite tonight, but she only glanced at her guilty daughter-in-law and said nothing more.
Shortly after finishing the meal, Bai Shanbao was ordered to drink half a bowl of hawthorn water, while Manbao was given half a bowl of sweet and sour water.
The next day when the two friends met in school, they whispered, "I hope your mother will give us snacks every day."
Bai Shanbao also wanted to, but this was impossible.
Mrs. Liu took over the task of delivering snacks to them, and fixed the rations every day. As long as Manbao came, the kitchen would only serve two glutinous rice dumplings at most, and any more would be gone.
The two children once again lived a life of eating today and looking forward to tomorrow, but soon they said that snacks were just a small matter, because the winter solstice was coming soon. Mr. Zhuang took the time to call the two of them to the small courtyard and asked: "Your
How is the article going?"
The two children perked up and immediately looked at each other warily. Then they both nodded to him reservedly and said, "It's all written. I just need to revise it a little."
Mr. Zhuang looked a little amused at the reactions of the two children.
This article has been arranged for two months. They read and write in the same place. He doesn't believe that their article can still be kept confidential.
Sure enough, Manbao felt a little regretful at this time. He should not have asked Bai Shanbao to correct her typos in the first place. Bai Shanbao also regretted that he should not have shown off his good writing and showed her the article to appreciate.
I don’t know if he (she) can write better than me.
The two children decided to go back and change it again at the same time.
But their abilities are there, they are writing about the same thing, and they even use the same data. They have changed it back and forth so many times, and no matter how much they change it, nothing can change.
So within two days, they still handed in the copied article and what they thought was the best article.
Mr. Zhuang did not read it immediately, but collected it and put it aside. Then he smiled and said: "Okay, you have finished this big assignment. I will arrange another long one for you."
Mr. Zhuang paused and said, "Didn't you dry some centella asiatica for Jishi Hall this summer?"
The two children nodded.
"Then you can write an article on this topic."
The two children were confused, "Isn't it just selling centella asiatica? What's there to write about?"
Man Bao said: "Sir, I not only sell centella asiatica, I also sell candies, ginger, yams, bamboo baskets, and eggs. Can I write about these?"
Mr. Zhuang didn't expect that his young disciple was already a seasoned businessman at such a young age, and his face turned dark. "No, just write Centella Asiatica and Jishitang. I don't care how you write it, as long as it doesn't exceed the scope."
Both Man Bao and Bai Shanbao couldn't help but frown, and Mr. Zhuang said: "This assignment is not urgent. I can give you more than half a year. Just give it to me before the Chinese New Year next year."
Man Bao couldn't help but say "Wow", "How long does it take?"
"Yes, this is extra homework, so you can't skip your classroom homework. I'll take a bath tomorrow, so I'll give you two more assignments."
Bai Shanbao couldn't help but turn his head and glare at Manbao, "It's all your fault. If you hadn't said wow, sir, he might not even be able to remember."
Man Bao also lowered his head and pouted his little mouth, feeling aggrieved.
No matter how much they like reading, they always think about having fun when taking a bath. Who likes to do more homework?
But Mr. Zhuang didn't care about this. He gave the two children more homework than other children in the same class to show his love and waved them away.
The two children carried a small book box and walked out with their heads hanging down.
Man Bao no longer needs anyone to pick him up and drop him off, but Daji still insists on picking up Bai Shanbao every day while others wait outside.
As soon as the young master came out, he went up to meet the two children. Seeing that both children had their little heads drooped, he asked with a smile, "Mr., have you given a lot of homework?"
The two children nodded thoughtfully, and when they reached the intersection, Manbao said goodbye to Bai Shanbao, "I don't want to go to your house today, I want to go back to my own home."
Bai Shanbao said: "If you don't do your homework, you can't go out to play tomorrow."
Man Bao sniffed and said, "But I don't want to do my homework now. I want to go to the river to catch loaches."
Bai Shanbao perked up and immediately said, "I'll go too!"
Then he pulled her and ran to the village, "Put the book box at your house first. I didn't catch any loaches last time. I will definitely catch them this time."
Daji quickly followed.
This is the coldest time of the year and also the driest time. The water level in the river has dropped a lot, revealing a large area of moist river mud.
The water in some mud pits is not dry, and some small fish will be left in it, so children like to go to the river to touch small fish, and they can't help but pick up loaches when they touch them.
Fortunately, when it was the coldest here, a few thin pieces of floating ice had just formed on the river. As long as the children didn't step into the water intentionally, they would be fine.
Many children in the village like to poke sticks in the river mud, apparently digging for loaches.
Zhou Lang also mixed in with his two younger brothers and nephews and nieces.
Among a large group of children, he stands out the most because he is so old.
But there was nothing they could do. All the ginger at home was sold out, and the remaining seeds were all sold out. The remaining yam seeds and some food for home consumption were also sold out. They had nothing to do at the moment.
As a well-known kid in the village, how could Zhou Lang not participate in activities like digging for loaches?
Not only did he participate, he was also very domineering. With his more than ten years of experience in mud ponds, he quickly encircled a large piece of land and asked his brother, nephews and nieces to surround the land. Then he rolled up his sleeves and started digging.
No one can come over.
By the time Manbao and Bai Shanbao rushed over holding hands and whining, he had already dug out a dozen of them.
At this time, he was bending over and groping around in the mud.
As soon as Man Bao rushed over, he happened to touch a head, slid his hand forward, pinched it and threw it to the ground beside him, right at the feet of the two children.
Bai Shanbao reacted the fastest. He let out a cry and stretched out his hand to catch it. However, he used too much force and the loach slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Manbao also reacted and rushed to catch it. The two of them bumped heads against each other.