A half-grown child is a poor man, let alone a grown-up boy like Bai Shan.
Originally, we were tired from the journey yesterday, so the three of us didn't have much appetite early in the morning, but now that we were sitting together, our appetites actually increased, and we started eating just like you and me.
After he was full and put down his bowl and chopsticks, Man Bao suddenly remembered Mr. Zhuang and exclaimed: "Oh no, we forgot about Mr. Zhuang."
Bai Shan and Man Bao looked at each other, and then looked at Bai Erlang together.
Bai Erlang was already sweating a little after breakfast, and now a drop of sweat dropped directly from his forehead, "My father should be able to entertain you, right?"
But the living habits of the past six months were still engraved in their bones. The three of them got up and went to pay their respects to their husband.
Mr. Zhuang is old. He was tired yesterday and got up a little late today. He just washed his face and hands.
Seeing the three of them lining up to say hello, he put down his towel and asked with a smile, "Have breakfast?"
The three of them bowed to their husband and said, "Have eaten, sir. What would you like to eat for breakfast?"
Man Bao said: "My sister-in-law made bean curd, would you like a bowl?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and nodded, "That's fine."
Bai Erlang said: "Sir, my kitchen has made beef soybean noodles, and they are also delicious."
Bai Shandao: "My meat porridge is also good."
Mr. Zhuang smiled heartily and said, "Then let's have some of each."
The three of them turned around and ran to get the things and bring them over.
Master Bai was extremely jealous when he saw it. He had raised his son so old and he had never eaten a bowl of noodles.
Bai Erlang didn't even see his father standing at the door. He directly brought the noodles to Mr. Zhuang's table and said, "Sir, you have to eat this noodles while it's hot."
Bai Shan: "It's like you shouldn't eat porridge while it's hot."
Man Bao said: "It's cold now, so the tofu pudding should be eaten hot to make it delicious."
Mr. Zhuang waved his hand in disgust and said: "Okay, after eating, go to morning classes. Even though it's a holiday, you shouldn't slack off."
The three of them froze at the same time. Bai Erlang looked at Bai Shan, and Bai Shan looked at Man Bao. Man Bao then said bravely: "Sir, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Can't you let us rest?"
Mr. Zhuang raised his eyelids and looked at them, "I'm not stopping you from resting, but there are twelve hours in a day. You can't just sleep and eat or play. You should also read some books in the morning class. You must practice at least two words every day, especially
It's calligraphy. If you don't practice it on this day, you will be good at it. Did I say that as long as you are not sick and unable to get up, you must practice calligraphy every day?"
The three of them bowed their heads in agreement and obediently retreated to study.
Mr. Zhuang enjoyed the cleanliness of the room with satisfaction and happily ate his breakfast.
He also wanted to go home for the New Year, but Mr. Zhuang was not in a hurry. After breakfast, he played a game of chess with Mr. Bai and talked about Bai Erlang's study this year and his plans for the future.
After reaching a consensus with his parents, Mr. Zhuang quickly formed a training plan for Bai Erlang.
After talking to Mr. Bai, Mr. Zhuang went to visit Mrs. Liu next door, drank two cups of tea from her, and had lunch before returning to Mr. Bai's guest house to rest.
When he got up from his nap, he went into the village with his hands behind his back and found Old Zhoutou under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village. Then he was welcomed to Old Zhou's house and talked about Manbao with Old Zhoutou and Qian.
The three of them, Manbao, couldn't wait for their luggage to be sorted out at home, so they asked Daji to drive an ox cart, and they happily climbed into the cart and let him go towards their small village.
Although Manbao and the others are not in the village, they have been controlling Xiaozhuangzi's production remotely.
It has been more than three months since the Mid-Autumn Festival. The three of them all missed their village so much that they entered their fields. The three jumped down and ran towards the village cheering.
Winter wheat was planted in many fields in Zhuangzi, and the wheat had grown quite tall at this time.
Manbao and the others only stayed and watched for a while, and then ran towards the mountain above Zhuangzi.
Daji sat on the bullock cart and drove slowly. It was the twelfth month of winter, and all the fruits on the mountains had been picked. Some of the fruit trees even had only bare trunks and branches left. He really didn't understand what they could be excited about.
But the three of them cheered all the way up the mountain, touched their strong fruit trees, nodded with satisfaction, and then ran down the mountain to catch the chickens and ducks in the fence below.
In the wasteland at the foot of the mountain, which is mixed with many stones, in addition to building houses, there are also cowsheds, chicken sheds, and duck sheds, in which many chickens and ducks are raised.
Man Bao looked at those beautiful rooster feathers and said, "I want to do shuttlecock."
Bai Shan also felt itchy on his feet, so Bai Erlang said directly: "Let's kill a few bulls."
Man Bao looked at him with disdain, "Just for chicken feathers? Why not just pluck the feathers? It has so many hairs, right? It's okay to just pluck a few of them. Like us, it's okay to just pull the hair."
Bai Shan thought for a while and felt that what she said made sense, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's go, the ones on the tail of that one are the most beautiful, let's catch it first."
When the farmers heard the noise and ran out, the three of them were already flying after the chickens in the fenced yard.
The villagers were stunned for a while before they realized who these three people were. They rushed up and said: "Master, Master Tang, Miss Man, tell us what you want. Don't dare to scratch like this, in case the chicken scratches you."
what to do?"
Man Bao found that the chickens here were very nimble. Not only could they run fast, but they could also flap their wings and fly for a short distance, so they could never catch them.
She was a little out of breath, stopped and asked, "How do you usually catch chickens?"
"We all rushed to the chicken shed at night and closed the door to catch it." The farmer asked: "Miss Man, do you want to eat chicken? Which one you like, I will catch it for you."
Man Bao shook his head, "We don't want to eat chicken, we just want the few feathers on the chicken's tail."
Bankers:......
Although it is hard to understand, the masters have said so, what can they do?
The villagers asked Manbao and the others to leave, and they went to cook chicken food first, then led the chickens to the chicken shed, and then started to catch the chickens.
After catching the chickens, I quickly pulled out a few hairs on their tails, causing the chickens to cluck in pain.
When he caught the one with the most beautiful tail feathers, the banker weighed it and said, "Miss Man, do you want to eat chicken tonight? How about killing this chicken for you to eat? Then all the tail feathers can be plucked."
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The three little heads came up to take a look at the rooster, and after discussing it for a while, they said: "Forget it, it's so beautiful, let's raise it again, and don't pluck its tail feathers. We'll wait until the Lantern Festival."
Take it to the county seat."
Farmer: "... Take it to the county town and kill it? That would be a lot of trouble. Young masters and ladies want to eat it. We can catch it here and kill it."
Man Bao: "No, we want to sell it."
The farmer narrowed his eyes with a smile, gave Man Bao a thumbs up and said: "Miss Man still knows how to run a household. There must be a lot of people buying meat during the Lantern Festival. How many chickens does Miss Man plan to take to the county town? The young ones will get up early in the morning to feed them."
"Dun, let them weigh a little more, and then catch them."