Afterwards, Uncle Zheng put his grandson on the ground, put his arms around the bull's head, and patted him gently a few times to comfort him.
When he turned back, his eyes fell thoughtfully on Wang Tiezhu's face.
Wang Tiezhu smiled coquettishly and said: "I am a casual cultivator. I just saw that Brother Niu was about to attack my brother, so I had no choice but to block his attack, but I didn't really mean to hurt Niu."
He doesn't know if there are casual cultivators in this world.
I heard from Ruan Qiushui that the hunting masters in this world all have a main lineage, and each of the three lines has its own inheritance, just like there are sects and inheritances in Xuantian Realm.
If he says that he does not belong to any sect, will he be suspected by this uncle?
When Shang Liuliu saw that Wang Tiezhu took the initiative to admit his mistake, he quickly joined in and said, "I must have strangled it when I was trying to pull the oxcart through the door, so it lost its temper and blamed me."
We still need to be more honest about this mistake.
After all, they were unfamiliar with this place, so the old man got angry and kicked them out. In the middle of winter, he and Wang Tiezhu were both wearing thin clothes. If they slept outside for a night, wouldn't they freeze like fools?
"Hey, I don't blame you. I know my cow's temper."
Uncle Zheng waved his hand, stood up, walked to Shang Liuliu, patted his shoulder, and glanced at the taciturn Wang Tiezhu's face from the corner of his eye.
With that said, Uncle Zheng gently pushed the little grandson in front of him into Shang Liuliu's arms, and then turned to lead the cow rope.
Perhaps because of suffering, or perhaps because his master came to lead it in person, this time the old cow got up obediently, limping with his legs, and followed him into the yard.
Shang Liuliu squatted down stupidly, smiled at the child with red lips and white teeth in front of him, and touched his arms. Then he remembered that he and Wang Tiezhu had nothing but clothes, and the smile suddenly froze on his face.
That's it. Where should I find money to pay Uncle Zheng's travel expenses tomorrow?
At this time, the little grandson of the Zheng family bit his finger, tilted his head and looked at the strange man in front of him who was in a daze. He walked around Shang Liuliu on his two short legs and ran towards the yard, as if he was going to be killed if he took one step slower.
It looked like the stranger behind him had eaten it.
"Go in! Why are you squatting here in a daze?" Wang Tiezhu walked to Shang Liuliu and reminded him, then stepped into the yard.
Shang Liuliu was brought back from his thoughts, and immediately rushed to Wang Tiezhu's side, lowering his voice and saying: "Well...Brother Wang, we are penniless, how are we going to pay the old man's travel expenses and accommodation tomorrow?"
This old man seems to be having a hard time. He is not someone who just takes advantage of others. That would be too unethical.
Hearing that it was for this reason, Wang Tiezhu turned his head and looked at Shang Liuliu with an expression that said, "The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. Let's spend the night first before talking."
"Go in first!" Wang Tiezhu laughed softly.
The Zheng family's small yard is not big, as soon as they enter the main room.
Wang Tiezhu saw the white-haired old woman busy at the table. He politely bowed his hands and said, "Auntie, Wang Qingyang, I am really disturbing you by coming here today."
At this time, Shang Liuliu, who followed behind, also quickly offered his hand, "Shang Liuliu, I'm sorry to disturb you."
The white-haired old woman also seemed to be a kind old man. Her doubtful eyes passed through their shoulders and fell on her old man who had just come in after placing the buffalo behind her.
Uncle Zheng smiled cheerfully, raised his hand and patted the shoulders of the two of them respectively, and said cheerfully: "These two are young people who are passing by here and want to stay overnight."
Hearing this, the white-haired old woman smiled kindly at the two of them and said, "Since we are guests, we naturally welcome you. You two are in a hurry, and you think you are hungry, so why not sit down and have a meal together?"
"In that case, thank you very much, Mr. Wang." Wang Tiezhu said with a smile.
soon.
The group of people sat down to dine. On the table was sorghum rice, which is commonly eaten by farmers, along with vegetable soup, pickles and a few vegetable cakes. Wang Tiezhu ate a bowl of sorghum rice, and then a bowl of vegetable soup before he gently put it down.
I took the bowl and said thank you.
The old woman saw that Wang Tiezhu, a grown man, only ate one bowl of rice, so she quickly gave him another bowl.
Wang Tiezhu wanted to decline politely, but the aunt was too enthusiastic, so he ate the pickles again.
Next to him, Uncle Zheng patiently coaxed his grandson to eat.
The little guy's cheeks were bulging. He stared at Wang Tiezhu while eating, and pointed at him with his chubby little finger, "This brother looks like the teacher from our private school."
Uncle Zheng raised his eyes to look at Wang Tiezhu and nodded with a smile, "In two years, when Little Potato is older, grandpa will take you to a private school to study."
Little Potato bit his finger, tilted his head, and his big eyes flickered twice, as if he didn't understand, "But dad and mom said our family has no money? The little flower next door said that you need to pay for studying."
Hearing this, the smile on Uncle Zheng's face stopped, and he patiently fed the rice into his little grandson's mouth, and wiped the oil stains around his mouth with his sleeve.
"My dear grandson, father and mother have gone out to make money. When they come back, little potato can go to school!"
When Xiao Tudou heard this, his face fell, and he groaned, "But mother doesn't want to go to the city. Last time she came back, she said that a weird uncle bullied her, and Tudou didn't want mother to leave Tudou."
The originally harmonious atmosphere at the table was suddenly a little depressed by Xiaotuo's words.
Uncle Zheng and his wife had expressions of anger and helplessness on their faces.
"It's rare for your mother to be able to enter the main line of Molin. Although she is just a cook, she makes much more money every year than other women in the village. She will be back in two years." Uncle Zheng touched her lovingly.
Little potato's head.
When he heard the words 'Mo Lin Mai', Wang Tiezhu raised his eyelids slightly and exchanged a look with Shang Liuliu next to him calmly.
At the table, when Little Tudou heard what his grandfather said, he immediately said aggrievedly: "But Tudou misses my mother so much! Tudou doesn't want to study anymore. Grandpa, let my mother go home!"
The little guy tugged on Uncle Zheng's sleeve, and his eyes were filled with tears in an instant, as if if Uncle Zheng said the wrong thing, he would immediately lose his money.
When Uncle Zheng's wife saw this, she sighed, put down her chopsticks, and took Little Potato into her arms.
"Little Tudou is a manly man, so he shouldn't shed tears easily. Your mother sent a letter this year, saying she would be back during the Chinese New Year, and she also brought you delicious food and new clothes!"
Children are the easiest to be distracted. Seeing my grandma say this, her big wet eyes immediately lit up with joy. She hugged her grandma's arm with her little hands and raised her little face to confirm again.
"Really? Really? Will mother really come back this year?"
"Of course." The old woman smiled and tapped his soft little face with her fingertips, and said dotingly: "When did grandma deceive Xiaotuo?"
