Chapter 153 A childhood without being beaten is incomplete

There were four dishes and one soup, all of which were freshly prepared by Zhao Bin. Mrs. Zhou's posture on the bed gradually became awkward, from lying flat on her back to half-lying down, and finally she simply sat up.

Zhou Chunhe handed his son a piece of glutinous rice short ribs and encouraged, "Son, go to grandma and eat it."

The little guy slurped his ribs and came to Mrs. Zhou's side.

"Tian'er, what are you eating?" Mrs. Zhou asked this question, startling herself.

Jiang Lu and Zhou Chunhe looked at each other in perfect understanding.

"Here, try this tofu. It's so tender." Jiang Lu scooped a spoonful of tofu into Zhou Chunhe's bowl. Zhou Chunhe immediately pulled the rice cooker with a bang, feeling like he was eating a delicacy.

"This is delicious too." Zhou Chunhe gave his wife another piece of fish head meat.

"It goes great with this sauce." Jiang Lu scooped up another spoonful of soup for herself, mixed it with rice, and was very happy with the meal.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mrs. Zhou swallowing her saliva.

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In the afternoon, Jiang Lu was rarely at home, so she went to visit Lin Wenshu. When she got there, she remembered that Lin Wenshu should be at school at this moment.

Jiang Lu smiled and looked at the palm-sized yellow playground that was filled with dust from children playing. A deflated football became the object of everyone's pursuit. She said thoughtfully, "You don't know how spoiled you are."

How irritating a bad child is."

Zhou Chunhe leaned against the wall and listened.

The little guy didn't wait for the adults to tell him, and took the initiative to stand in front of his grandma, "Lailai, eat meat."

"No, there was the sound of chopsticks being moved."

He was holding an apple in his hand and chewing it, humming and humming, feeling tired and stupid.

I feel helpless and relieved at the same time, as long as I can eat.

"Does Ermao still paint?" Jiang Lu suddenly remembered and asked.

Mrs. Zhou was so moved that she almost burst into tears. The next second, she stopped. The eldest grandson took it back and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

As soon as he came out, Jiang Lu grabbed him and said, "Stop talking."

Jiang Lu couldn't help but wonder, if Lin Wenshu became a teacher in later generations, would she still pick up a ruler to educate her children? Would she still restrain them from reading and writing?

"Oh, what are you doing here?" Jiang Lu was a little curious.

Jiang Lu knew that Lin Wenshu didn't think so in her heart. If she was greedy for money and pleasure, she would have returned to the city without looking back. How could she stay in this ravine?

"It's time for the two children to miss their father. If we don't see him again, don't blame the two children for not recognizing him when he comes back." Jiang Lu said with a half smile.

"You wouldn't believe it. Every time he comes, he brings a toolbox to see which student's desk is broken, whose stool is lame, or where the classroom is leaking. He has to fix it before leaving."

"Routu, rourou." Zhou Tian, ​​like his mother, had a mouth full of oil and kept eating with his small mouth.

"A letter came here. I saw in the letter that he wanted to take over the job and earn overtime pay."

Lin Wenshu came over and said with a smile, "Don't spoil them. If you don't bring it to them next time, they will be angry."

"I said the same thing, but Jianguo said that he wanted to build us a new house, and he also wanted to save more money for Wang Fang and Wang Rui to study. I think about it. The children are growing up and they need money everywhere. Can't you see me?

What does it matter if we meet each other?"

"It's almost the end of the year, aren't you sure yet?"

Hope is despair!

At this moment, Jiang Lu patted Zhou Chunhe's hand and said, "Have you eaten enough? Come and help me move that thing."

This time, the school was between classes, so Jiang Lu asked Wang Fang to share the candies with the classmates.

Jiang Lu understood that he also wanted to imitate Zhou Chunhe in building a greenhouse to grow vegetables.

"No matter how much money he makes, his salary should be quite high now."

"Give the child another piece, he will only chew the bones." Mrs. Zhou scolded slightly, meaning that you two only care about eating and don't care about my eldest grandson.

Zhou Tian is now very skilled at walking, but after all, his legs are not long, so he walks with his mother on all fours, and his clothes are bulky. From the back, he looks like a raccoon.

Jiang Lu smiled with satisfaction, "I can't cure you, old lady!"

"Let's go." Patted Zhou Chunhe on the shoulder.

"I want to hear it again." Zhou Chunhe has never seen such a cute Zhou Huang. He has been hungry for two meals. He is very hungry.

On the way, Jiang Lu saw Wang Hongtang and her mother-in-law busy working in the fields. She took a closer look and saw that they were building a shed.

Jiang Lu had already sensed the change in her mother-in-law's psychology, and she said casually: "Mom, we are building a shop in the city to sell our own goods, not to live in. We can also rent it to others. When you have nothing to do, just give it to us."

Go collect the rent. Think about it, a fashionable old lady is walking with a bunch of keys, and the keys are clattering. How majestic and domineering, how many people must be envious of you, no, worship you."

Jiang Lu rummaged through his pockets, "I've given them out today. I'll bring them to you next time."

"I haven't eaten yet—"

"Looks like I'm wearing shoes."

Jiang Lu didn't know what it meant to be a captain, but he thought that his son couldn't write two letters to his family in a year, so he wasn't a good boy. After looking at it for a while, he saw that the old couple had finally fixed the bamboo sticks.

Jiang Lucai continued to walk forward.

Huh, I don’t believe I can’t get enough of you, so Jiang Lu stuffed another big spoonful into his mouth.

"Second Master is a good man. He still comes to school from time to time."

"Come when you're full." Jiang Lu didn't let him finish his words and walked out first.

"Who knows." Lin Wenshu said calmly.

Like a hamster, his mouth is full of oil.

Zhou Chunhe didn't answer his mother, but gave his son another big piece of ribs.

Lin Wenshu was stunned and didn't answer.

Threatening teachers and parents, running away from home at every turn, going on hunger strike, self-injury, all kinds of tricks, each one is accurate.

The couple are not too young yet, so they are struggling to build the greenhouse. Poor son Wang Xingquan has not heard from him since he left last year, and has not come back for several years. Wang Hongtang told the public that his son is doing well outside and is still doing well.

What kind of captain did you become?

"What are you doing? Being sneaky."

"Tian'er, what does it smell like?"

Jiang Lu pointed at the school and said, "Second Master must have suffered a lot when he built this school."

Zhou Chunhe looked confused: Am I supposed to be full?

Why are these ribs so fragrant? Oh, they are steamed with glutinous rice. The chicken wings don't taste right either. Why do they taste so garlicky? It turns out there is so much minced garlic on them. No wonder. It's really a waste, but it should taste good.

If you are fatter, be fatter.

The school is located on a high ground, and this location was originally chosen so that it would not be flooded during the rainy season. Wangjiaba Village is low-lying and can easily be flooded. This is the only place that has never been flooded.

"Eat it!"

"Second Master is interested." Jiang Lu said calmly.

Jiang Lu laughed out loud.

"Tian'er, come closer to grandma, don't choke." Mrs. Zhou took action.

Yes, it’s another year. This year, whether you are wasting your years or working diligently, whether you are empty-handed or full of money, this year must pass, and you will not rush forward for anyone, nor will you.

For whom to retreat? The green mountains in the distance are misty, and the villages below are dotted, like a three-dimensional Chinese painting, only rendered in ink, not outlined with lines, hazy and graceful, year after year.

My wife said yes, that’s it.

Simply, Jiang Lu took little Zhou Tian in hand and headed towards school, carrying a bagful of candies in her pocket.

"What are you thinking about? It's so funny. Lin Wenshu also laughed.

Mrs. Zhou's mouth twitched.

They were all greedy at that age. After eating one, they still wanted to eat it but were too embarrassed to ask for it. So they gathered around Jiang Lu, teasing Zhou Tian and looking at Jiang Lu. Curiosity was written on their faces and desire was hidden in their hearts.

"Get the bowl."

"Look at your mother." Jiang Lu smiled mysteriously.

You can't eat it in your mouth, but it tastes good if you smell it.

"Daddy Wang Fang should be back for Chinese New Year this year, right?"

"The painting, the painting is quite good." Lin Wenshu regained his energy and went to show Jiang Lu the painting.

Jiang Lu stood up and stretched. Where was her little Zhou Tian? Oh, he was playing with mud. He was really having a good time, using his face as a wall and his hands as brushes to smear everything on his face.

They say that a childhood without spanking is an incomplete childhood. She had to make him complete and give him a complete childhood.

Zhou Tian: Actually, it’s good to have some shortcomings...
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