Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

Jiang Zhile's hands are itchy, especially wanting to teach this short radish.

He had a serious tone: "What are you talking about? How can you take people home casually? Do you know who they are? Those who are close to Zhu are red and close to Mo are black. What should I do if they are taken away?"

Ran Ran was stunned for a while, and asked an illiterate question: "Eat buns? What buns do you eat?"

Jiang Zhile:? ? ?

Jiang Zhile was about to laugh angrily. He opened the quilt and tidied up, and let Ran Ran stand against the root of the wall.

"From today, you will start reading."

Ran Ran was very curious, and raised her hand to ask a question, "Daddy, what kind of bun?"

Jiang Zhile: "The one who is near Zhu is red, and the one who is near Mo is black. Ranran is a good boy with a good person, and a bad boy with a bad person, understand?"

Ran Ran was silent.

Jiang Zhile thought Ran Ran understood it, and made up his mind to isolate Sima Cheng and Ran Ran. Yes, now he has time to study with Dwarf Carrot.

Ran Ran panicked.

It's no wonder that Ranran occasionally deteriorates, it turns out to be affected by Daddy!

This is terrible!

Ran Ran was bearing a huge shadow area in his heart, and no one knew Ran Ran's suffering.

During breakfast, my appetite is rarely unpleasant, so I missed a few mouthfuls of porridge.

After the meal, Jiang Zhile was at the desk and silently wrote the Three-Character Sutra.

It's almost time to go to the cave after writing.

Jiang Zhile stood up, Ran Ran refused to be a little tail, she wanted to stay away from her father a little bit before she wanted to understand.

Jiang Zhile didn't realize it.

Seeing the boiled eggs, I didn't want to take it, I didn't want to take it when I saw the baked sweet potato, I didn't want to move when I saw the dry cake, and finally fell on the feed for the chicken.

As the family's life improved, the living standards of the two big hens also improved. In addition to wild vegetables, there were foods such as rice bran.

Jiang Zhile was determined to watch for a few seconds, silently looking away.

Seeing that Daddy didn't take anything, Ran Ran thought that Daddy wanted her to take it.

Daddy looked at the boiled eggs, Ran Ran was heartbroken and took the boiled eggs, Daddy looked at the sweet potatoes, Ran Ran sighed and took the sweet potatoes, Daddy looked at the dry cakes, and picked up the dry cakes in despair.

Alas, bad brother, woo, daddy is also bad. Ran Ran is about to be soured!

Then I saw Daddy staring at the chicken feed for a long time. This is not fragrant. Is it very good to eat?

The hen can lay a lot of eggs if he eats this. Is it good for the little brother to eat this?

Ran Ran thoughtfully.

Jiang Zhile recovered, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a pile of things in Ran Ran's arms. The old father couldn't see it. "Is this for him to eat?" Just take anything.

Ran Ran thought that Daddy wanted to take rice bran, but this was very broken and not easy to carry. Ran Ran shook his head like an adult, "Daddy, eggs and sweet potatoes are good." It's very convenient to hold and won't stain your clothes.

On the way to the mountain, Jiang Zhile couldn't help but fall into memories.

When did the cubs change?

First retrieve a grandfather, and then leave a Song Shubai, and then later, even Sima Cheng has to pull home.

Seeing that his status is in jeopardy.

What about the dwarf radish that only sticks to him?

As he was thinking, Jiang Zhile turned his head, and the short turnip was several steps away from him.

Jiang Zhile thought he was walking fast. After turning his head back in an instant, he casually slowed down a bit, pretending to admire the mountain scenery, and glancing back secretly from the corner of his eye.

Dwarf radish got closer and closer to him.

Hey, the girl really clings to him, it's not good to be too clingy, he didn't cling to people when he was three years old.

Ran Ran shook his head in his heart, daddy is really not serious about walking.

It is not easy to walk up the mountain, and is not attentive at all.

Ran Ran would not follow his father to learn badly, his steps were very brisk, and he slowly caught up with his father, and then-surpassed his father!

Yes, Ran Ran wants to keep a little distance from Daddy, not too close for the time being.

When a gust of wind passed, the smile on Jiang Zhile's face stopped, and the dwarf radish flew to the front, without any thoughts of sticking to his father.

From Jiang Zhile's point of view, Sima Cheng's heart was completely taken away by Dwarf Carrot, even his father had forgotten, and he was about to hurried to the cave.

Jiang Zhile let out a deep breath, blinked, and then followed, as he walked fast, the short carrot trot in front of him.

Jiang Zhile's face was dark, and he walked quietly behind his mouth, his steps slowed down and said nothing.

Ran Ran didn't know that Dad was angry, so he saw the cave and went into it.

After entering, put things in front of Sima Cheng, and the whole person was far away.

The younger brother is worse, well, that's it.

Sima Cheng saw Xiao Tuanzi retreating and hiding away.

Glancing at her lightly, "What's the matter?"

Ran Ran shook his head, very deeply.

She stops talking to bad guys now.

Sima Cheng suspected that Jiang Zhile and Xiao Tuanzi had said something, but Xiao Tuanzi ignored him. He looked back at the two eggs and snorted slightly.

Pretending little dumplings.

Sima Cheng was peeling the eggshell. He peeled the eggshell completely. Ran Ran was attracted and walked in quietly, "This eggshell hasn't fallen off!"

The eggs she peels always have a lot of small broken shells.

Ran Ran felt very comfortable watching the little brother peeling the eggs.

"There is one more egg, and I'll give it to you!" Ran Ran took another egg to Sima Cheng and told him quietly, "Ran Ran has raised two hens, and I will raise hens in the future."

His face was full of pride and pride, and he continued: "With so many hens, Ranran will have so many eggs. Little brother can eat so many eggs!"

Anyway, you can yell an IOU, and you're happy.

Knowing that there are many baby eggs in small dumplings, Sima Cheng's mouth showed a very faint smile, which was fleeting, and gave a faint "um".

The sulking Jiang Zhile heard the heart-wrenching words as soon as he came in, and the old father's grievances were completely overwhelmed by his eccentricity for many days.

In front of Sima Cheng, Jiang Zhile had a very cold expression.

As soon as he left the cave, his entire face was completely black.

Jiang Zhile squatted down and grabbed Ran Ran, "Ran Ran, if there is an egg, who would you give it to? Give it to your grandfather, the kid in the cave, or should you give it to me?"

Ran Ran didn't understand why Dad had to entangle an egg, "Ran Ran has eggs, no eggs, Ran Ran has silver, you can buy a lot of eggs!"

As soon as he finished speaking, that impulsive temperament vented, Jiang Zhile couldn't lose the face when he asked again, and sternly told Ran Ran: "Don't tell others, don't tell anyone."

Because of this broken carrot, his face is going to be lost!

Ran Ran nodded ignorantly.

A rain passed without cooling, and the weather quickly became hot and dry.

In the early autumn on the border, the summer aftermath usually lasts for a long time, with little rain and hot weather. It will slowly cool down after a few heavy rains.

Villagers in Daozi Village are sensitively aware of the abnormal weather.

This time it’s not like the previous time to prevent disasters and simply store food.

Before long, the officers and soldiers guarding Daozi Village retreated.

Ran Ran's wish was fulfilled and she successfully brought her little brother into her own home.

Ran Ran’s yard is almost finished. It’s not too big. It’s enough for a few people. Temporarily, people heightened the yard wall. Deep trenches were dug inside and outside of the yard. After paying the money, they had to stock up soon. At that time, Jiang Zhile felt deeply stretched.

To store food and buy food and buy winter clothes, except for Old Man Gao, he has a private house and can be self-sufficient.

Song Shubai was poor and white, with nothing.

Sima Cheng has nothing.

Compared with Song Shubai's cheeky, broken jar, Sima Cheng paid a ginseng deposit before. Although the follow-up is far from enough, it is okay for now.

However, Sima Chengcai has to spend more money. It doesn't matter if he is full, he was in the cave, resting most of the time, his energy was shorter than that of ordinary people, and he had to take care of it. The most expensive medicine was.

Jiang Zhile couldn't wait to throw out the two guys who didn't make money and only spent money. And the dwarf radish gave them eggs every day?

Ran Ran didn't know the sadness of the old father at all, and was thinking about the IOU.

Then I found out-Ran Ran illiterate!

Ran Ran asked her little brother, "Little brother, are you literate?"

After eating so many eggs in the small dumplings and feeling the sincere love of the small dumplings, Sima Cheng paused and said, "I can read, if I want to teach you to read—"

Ran Ran cheered, "Great!"

So Sima Cheng, who was silent, had a piece of paper and a pen in front of him.

"Brother, you have to write an IOU to Ran Ran, to repay Ran Ran's money. You ate Ran Ran—"

Ran Ran is a bit unable to count more than ten, but she can count a few ten. Ran Ran recalled it carefully, and then said after confirming: "You ate Ran Ran two ten, add three eggs, ate Ran Ran one ten, and nine A sweet potato, ate..."

Sima Cheng's pale face was flushed with shame.

Since I met Ran Ran, this dumpling has annoyed him many times.

"What to write?" He picked up a white paper with his fingertips, and slightly retracted his strength.

"Write IOU." Ran Ran repeated cheerfully.

Haha, all the IOUs of the daddy's food are sloppy!

call out! Which cub is so great!

Sima Cheng closed his eyes and said in a deep tone, "I'm tired."

I was a little embarrassed to interrupt my little brother's rest.

Ran Ran blushed and hesitated: "Then Ran Ran come again next time?"

Sima Cheng: "Just pour me a glass of water."

Ran Ran to pour water for Sima Cheng.

In order to accommodate the gradual small height, Jiang Zhile didn't use high furniture. As for Song Shubai and Sima Chengyong, they are not in his consideration.

Ranran easily reached the small table, and would not be able to reach the meat buns on tiptoes as before.

After pouring a glass of water, she was not greedy, poured half of it, and handed it to the little brother steadily.

After Sima Cheng finished drinking, he faintly spit out two words, "still thirsty."

Ran da da da went to pour another cup.

Sima Cheng: "I'm sleepy."

Ran Ran covered her little brother with a quilt.

…

Every time after finishing, Ran Ran did not forget to remind: "Brother, are you still tired? Are you still thirsty? Are you sleepy? Remember to write the IOU."

Finally, the little brother seemed to be energetic.

Ran Ran was very happy.

Frequently going up and down the mountain, Ran Ran is in very good health and knocked down a little brother with a punch. At this time, he was full of energy and his face was full of excitement about success.

Sima Cheng, who was tired of not taking a bite of an IOU, was about to be annoyed:...

He looked down, deliberately blurring some details.

Ran owing Sima Cheng 23 eggs, 19 sweet potatoes...

When should I tell Ran Ran? Just wait for Xiao Tuanzi to finish signing his name?

Will she cry?

When she cried, she was merciful and refused to let her return it.

Sima Cheng thought very kindly.

"Sign it." Sima Chengman carelessly.

A pen was forced into the palm of his hand, and his head was buried slowly, almost unable to lift his head in shame.

"Ran, Ran Ran-" immediately became a short stutter.

Sima Cheng is beyond doubt, "write."

Ran Ran's tears almost fell, "Ran Ran can't write a name, Ran Ran can't read."

Sima Cheng was stunned.

It stands to reason that you can't write and press your fingerprints with inkpad. There is obviously no inkpad here, and Sima Cheng would not ask for it.

Piercing the small dumpling with his finger and pressing it with blood, Sima Cheng was not so frantic yet.

Xiao Tuanzi’s eyes were a little red, Jiang Zhile was about to say something, and when she saw her neck was red, she said loudly: "Ran Ran wants to read! When Ran Ran meets, Ran Ran writes!"

Ran Ran took the IOU signed by Sima and ran away.

Ran Ran was hit badly, determined to read.

Recognition can't stop Ran Ranfu.

Ranran can write on the sand table with twigs, no ink and no paper, Ranran can read the characters with the recipe, don't buy books.

In fact, Ran Ran still wanted to squeeze Daddy's wool. Daddy has a lot of books, but Daddy is quite precious. Ran Ran rests her chin to see the sky. Forget it, she doesn't want Daddy's books.

Since Ma Ping was put back home, Song Shubai didn't say that he would come back and quit. On the contrary, he worked harder and planted the seeds himself.

When I came back to see a young adult thinking, I couldn't help but think of the wife and daughter in Jingcheng, and didn't know what happened to Qingyan and Weiwei.

Seeing myself in the soil, I feel a sense of complexity and subtle satisfaction that feels like a world away.

Leaving the social circle of the capital, no one touted it. In Daozi Village, his only value seems to be farming.

When he found a genius doctor and cured his nephew, he wanted to return to Beijing!

Song Xuewei from the capital is preparing to attend the flower viewing banquet.

Every spring, summer, autumn and winter, the noble ladies in the capital will organize a flower viewing banquet, and the little sisters will appreciate the flowers together and have fun together.

It stands to reason that she was young and was not yet ready to go out, but because she was valued by the emperor in her previous life, she received the invitation early.

This time she is more prosperous than the previous life, and her reputation for being smart has spread far and wide, and she must be stronger than the previous life.

The country girl probably doesn't know a big character. Her future champion, the emperor's close father, is probably now preparing for the imperial examination.

Song Xuewei has thought that icing on the cake is not as good as giving charcoal in the snow, and worried that if she does this extra work, it will affect the future.

Besides, now that there are clues, there is no guarantee that dealing with that girl will be suspected.

In the end, Song Xuewei decided to stand still.

The treasurer and the treasurer of Jinyi Pavilion, one handed the jewelry drawings to Zheng Qingyan, and the other tailored for Song Xuewei. The materials used were naturally the best.

I heard that Mrs. Jingcheng Hou would also go to this flower viewing banquet. Mrs. Jingchenghou had two offspring. The eldest son was frail and sick, and had no heirs. The second son died of illness shortly after birth.

Only Song Xuewei knew that this second son was not dead, it was Jiang Zhile.

However, the eldest son must have stopped him in the previous life. Jing Chenghou didn't recognize the son. Jiang Zhile and Jing Chenghou's family had a very good relationship. This was also what she observed.

In this life, she knows the truth, helps her father's status to be elevated, and becomes the future prince of Jingcheng. She will definitely become a certain princess.

It is best to marry the mother to the Jingcheng Marquis before his father has gone to Beijing.

There is nothing wrong with the yin relatives. Mrs. Jingchenghou's youngest son has no wives and children, and he would like someone to serve incense. When the father enters Beijing and recognizes his ancestors, Mrs. Jingchenghou will turn to them no matter what.

This idea was too unbelievable, and Song Xuewei planned to hide it from her mother.

Day after day passed, and as the time for the flower viewing banquet approached, the porter cried out to report every day.

There are no posts, no invitations for the flower viewing feast.

As if everyone had forgotten her.

After praying, the emperor did not call her, and the prince never saw her again.

A moment of embarrassment and panic swept through my heart.

Zheng Qingyan was puzzled, "You are only four years old, so I will naturally invite you when you grow up."

The implication was that Song Xuewei was too young.

"Mother, you don't understand! You don't understand anything!"

Since she was a child, she has been the center of the conversation. Everyone circled her, always admiring and diversifying wherever she went.

How could she be forgotten?

Obviously it wasn't a major event, Song Xuewei felt an unprecedented crisis.

Even Zheng Ting was shocked, but she didn't expect this granddaughter to be so uncomfortable about this trivial matter.

Fortunately, the day before the flower viewing banquet, the three princesses sent someone to send an invitation.

At the flower viewing banquet, the third princess Simayue called her, "If it weren't for Sister Zhang's reminder, I would have forgotten to call you."

Zhang Yawen is a girl from the prince's mother family, and it is also the biggest obstacle to Song Xuewei's competition for the position of the prince.

Zhang Yawen smiled softly at her, "Sister Song is good."

Song Xuewei also smiled back: "Sister Zhang is good."

The third princess "tsk", "Okay, don't talk about it, I invited Mrs. Jingchenghou to comment on the poems for us, and the rhyme is almost enough. I am eight years old and you are only four years old. You can play on the side. "

Song Xuewei pursed her lips, "I can also write poems. Being young doesn't mean that I have insufficient ability."

During the dinner, a poem of her was applauded.

She saw Madam Jingchenghou, who was dressed plainly, her face was a little pale, and she had a good temperament when she raised her head.

After winning the top spot, Madam Jingchenghou did not summon her.

Song Xuewei bit her lip. After the flower appreciation feast was over, she called to Madam Jingchenghou and gave her the coneflower in her arms, "Weiwei admires the talent of Madam Weiwei. I love this pot of coneflower and I will give it to you."

Mrs. Jingcheng Hou had a trace of surprise in her eyes. No one outsiders knew that she loves coneflowers the most. It was a coincidence.

She shook her head faintly, "Since it's the favorite, please raise it."

The beginning of this is not bad, Madam Jingcheng Hou is relatively cold at first, and Song Xuewei is quite satisfied in her heart.

"Weiwei, why didn't you bring your sister out?" When saying hello to parting, a little girl asked curiously.

Song Xuewei was taken aback for a moment, then she reacted with a trace of sadness on her face, hesitating, "After all, the feast of flowers is about composing poetry—"

The little girl who asked the question realized that she was reckless and poked at others' sadness, and stopped talking.

The others nodded in understanding, thinking that Song Xuewei's mother and daughter were quite generous.

An outside girl, she has no good education.

Back on the carriage, the expression on Song Xuewei's face changed completely.

Once home, she went straight to her grandfather's study.

"Grandfather, someone asked about that younger sister." Song Xuewei was unhappy.

Zheng Ting is not in a hurry, "It’s not easy to choose a suitable capital in Beijing. Most of the good-looking children are of some origin, and it’s easy to find out if you take away other children. There is no suitable family. It’s still early, it’s fine. I sent someone to leave Beijing Look, it’s best to stay far away from the capital. As for your sister, let’s say to the outside world to follow the rules of your mother."

Song Xuewei felt relieved and secretly said that she was too nervous these days, which she couldn't think of.

Since the yard was built and he had a small room of his own, Jiang Zhile suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Occasionally, he saw Ran Ran going in and out of Sima Cheng's room. He didn't know what he was doing secretly, and suddenly he felt excluded.

The old father expressed his dissatisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

The old father was actually very upset.

The unhappy Jiang Zhile slipped Ran Ranti over to recognize words as soon as he had time.

Who knew that Ran Ran who didn't like to read turned into a diligent cub, so that the old father did not develop the pleasure of teaching at all.

"Ran—" Jiang Zhile taught her to write her name.

Ran Ran held a branch in her small hand and wrote "Ran" crookedly on the sand table.

"Jiang." Jiang Zhile taught her to recognize her surname.

Ran Ran painted the gourd, the writing was even more crooked.

Jiang Zhile looked at the dwarf radish holding the branch, obviously he had come here as a child, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He took out the paper and pen and put them on a small table of appropriate height, "Come on, hold the pen."

Ran shook his head, "Just use this!"

This silly radish.

Jiang Zhile broke away his hand, only to find that the little girl's palm was rubbed red, and he cursed again from the bottom of his heart.

Whose radish is this, so stupid, take it away!

Ran Ran was stuffed with a pen. In fact, she didn't want a pen. Ranran was always very cautious about things that could make her poor. She made sense to Jiang Zhile, "Daddy, write with a sand table, no money, okay! Use a pen! It’s not good to write."

In his tone, there was a sigh that his father would not live.

As an old father, Jiang Zhile also has some common problems, such as □□□□, he undoubtedly asked Ran Ran to write with his pen.

"No money?" Jiang Zhile snorted, "Would you save money if you don't eat eggs or meat?"

Jiang Zhile especially wanted to ask Ran Ran what he did with Sima Cheng. Due to the majesty of his old father, he couldn't ask questions, so he could only suggest frequently.

Ran Ran is not stupid.

If you have an IOU, you don't lose money, but it's your father who loses.

Ran Ran nodded, "Ran Ran is very good."

Vagueness is useless for short radishes at all, Jiang Zhi was amused, and said directly: "Ran Ran, what's the secret? Daddy will help you guard it."

Ran Ran blinked in doubt, "Yes, but Ran Ran doesn't need to guard him."

Jiang Zhile coughed vigorously, and turned his face aside.

Ran Ran thinks that Dad really wants to know, but it's not that I can't tell Dad.

"Hush—" Ran Ran hushed lightly, pretending to look around and calling Daddy to come.

Passing by, Song Shubai saw Ran Ran's small appearance through the window. He was so curious that he saw Sima Cheng just passing by and pulled people over, sneaking up and listening together.

Ran Ran was very ceremonial and booed, and said to Daddy, "Daddy, Uncle Egg and Little Brother are very useful!"

Song Shubai was startled, the smile on his face shattered.

Sima Cheng lowered his eyelids to cover up the coldness in his eyes.

Ran Ran's eyes were crooked, she clenched her fists, and waved twice in the air.

"From now on, there will be five people in Ran Ran's family, Daddy, Grandpa Gao, Uncle Egg, Little Brother, and Ran Ran."

Ran a finger up, "One more than the second uncle's!"

"Daddy will never be bullied again, our family is full of people!"

The grievances over the past few days have disappeared, and the old father is very moved and wants to beat others.

When was he bullied! What gave Ran Ran this huge illusion!

It must be an illusion!

Eavesdropping the duo's look changes.

Song Shubai's heart wasn't cold anymore, and he began to feel sour again.

"Actually—" Ran Ran was happy and embarrassed, "Ran Ran also likes Uncle Egg and Little Brother, it's okay to eat a little egg."

Like is like, making money is the same as making money.

Don't lose a lot of time!