Wang Shuanzi smiled bitterly: "That's not necessarily true. At this age, I already eat a lot. The reason I'm thin is because I've grown taller, not necessarily because I'm studying."
Yang Huamei glared at Wang Shuanzi, a little angry: "How do you know your son is not studying hard?"
Wang Shuanzi said sincerely: "I don't care about anything else. Every time he comes home during the holidays, he doesn't practice a word or read a book. He just wants to go up the mountain and hunt birds and go down the river with Dabai." Those who care about shrimps are not thinking about studying."
Yang Huamei's cheeks felt a little hot. The third brother was still standing by the side. Can this silly boy talk?
"You haven't even studied for a day, how do you know how to study? Maybe we, Xiaohei, are tired from school, and we can relax when we come back from the holiday. We are not in a hurry for a day or two, what do you think, Third Brother? Isn’t that right?”
Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "Mei'er, don't be upset. I think Shuanzi is right."
"A martial arts practitioner never leaves his hands with his fists, and never leaves his mouth when singing a song."
"This scholar should never let go of the book. Even if he is on vacation, he can't go all day without touching the book. If he doesn't write, read, read or memorize, then he's reading like a dumb book. Don't let it get used to you. You need more supervision. Xiao Hei, this is for his own good!"
These words came out of Yang Huazhong's mouth. If anyone else dared to say this, Yang Huamei would have said it back.
But Yang Huazhong is different.
The identity of the elder brother is secondary, mainly because Yang Huazhong has trained a son who is the number one scholar and speaks with weight.
"Well, third brother, what you said makes sense. Next time when Xiao Hei comes back, I will supervise and supervise him."
No matter what, Xiao Hei is still studying seriously, not as absent-minded as you said.
Yang Huamei silently defended her son in her heart.
Yang Huazhong also saw that Yang Huamei was a little unconvinced when he said obedient words. This is also human nature.
"I think Xiao Hei is a stupid kid. If you reason with him, he will actually do it after he listens. He is a good kid."
Yang Huazhong turned to praise a few more words.
By the way, he also praised Dabai who stayed at home and worked farming with Wang Hongquan.
At this point, the smile on Yang Huamei's face recovered a little.
"Third brother, speaking of Dabai, I really want to discuss an idea with you."
"you say."
"Third brother, it's obvious that you have weak legs and feet, so you are always a bit weak in farm work."
"And this kid's brain is quite flexible. His grades were better than Xiao Hei's when he was studying. If he hadn't been lame in one foot, he would still be studying now."
"Yeah." Yang Huazhong nodded and then listened.
"Third brother, our family has discussed it and asked Dabai for his own opinion. We want to spend some money to send him out to learn a trade, but we don't know what to learn. Can you help us think about it?"
Yang Huazhong is a warm-hearted person. Under the eager and expectant gazes of Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi, he immediately held his chin and began to think carefully.
"If you really want to see it, bricklayers, carpenters, and painters are the most dependable crafts. No matter what, they can make a living at any time."
Yang Huamei smiled bitterly: "Dabai is a cripple, and it is inevitable to climb up a ladder to do those jobs, which is not appropriate."
Yang Huazhong then pondered.
"Then you can be a craftsman. You can also play cotton wool for other people's homes. No matter what your status is, you have to cover yourself with a quilt when sleeping."
"Although you can't make a fortune by being a bomb maker, you can survive in drought or flood, and you won't lose your job."
Yang Huamei covered her mouth and smiled: "Third brother, don't you know about your nephew? He thinks he's pretty handsome, but he's also a bit of a germophobe. You asked him to be a bullet maker, and his head was covered with cotton wadding. They are all, he must be disgusted with them!"
Yang Huazhong frowned and said nothing.
However, Wang Shuanzi couldn't bear to listen and said to Yang Huamei: "It's not that simple to eat that bowl of rice. There is no reason to make money while lying down..."
Seeing Yang Huamei's unkind gaze, Wang Shuanzi quickly changed his words and said, "I can't figure it out at this moment. Why don't we just stop talking about it now and let's talk about it another day."
Yang Huamei shifted her gaze to Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, Dabai is your biological nephew. You have to help me keep an eye on this matter. If it doesn't work, just send him to work in Qing'er's restaurant. I think Yongqing is... You idiot can follow Fifth Brother as a waiter, but my Dabai is better than Yongqing..."
Yang Huamei got excited about talking and kept her mouth open. Wang Shuanzi poked and glanced at her from the side, but she didn't even receive it and kept talking.
Yang Huazhong interrupted her impatiently: "Mei'er, Dabai has Dabai's strengths, and Qingboy also has Qingboy's strengths. You can't praise one and despise the other."
Yang Huamei was slightly embarrassed.
"Third brother, I didn't mean that..."
"Okay, I also know that you have no bad intentions." Yang Huazhong waved his hand.
"I will help Dabai learn his trade, but if he wants to work in a restaurant, he has to go to Qing'er. I don't care about that."
…
On the way home, Yang Huamei was walking very fast in front of her. No matter how Wang Shuanzi shouted from behind, her footsteps would not stop.
Wang Shuanzi was in poor health, his steps were sloppy, and he gasped for air when he walked faster.
Normally, if Yang Huamei was angry for a while, she would still stop and wait for him, but this time, Yang Huazhong said something to Yang Huamei, and Yang Huamei felt a little aggrieved, so she buried her head and went straight home.
In the yard, Wang Hongquan was squatting there, rinsing his mouth, with a basin for washing his face at his feet.
"You're back? Why isn't Shuanzi with you?"
"The back."
After saying these words, Yang Huamei turned around and got into the kitchen.
Wang Hongquan was left in the yard, looking confused.
Wife, what's going on? Why are you so angry? Could it be that the couple had a quarrel?
After Wang Hongquan washed his face, he went to the backyard to use the toilet, and then Wang Shuanzi finally entered the house holding on to the courtyard wall.
"Oh, why are you like this? Come on, come on, sit down and take a breath."
Wang Hongquan rushed over to help Wang Shuanzi, and saw that Wang Shuanzi's face was pale, his head and face were covered with sweat, and his clothes were wet and stuck to his back.
"What's going on?"
After sitting on the pony with his back against the adobe wall and taking a few deep breaths, Wang Shuanzi finally relaxed a little.
Seeing Wang Hongquan squatting in front of him with a nervous look on his face, Wang Shuanzi forced out a smile and said, "I'm fine."
It's been like this, can everything be okay? Wang Hongquan is not a fool.
He glanced at the kitchen, but Yang Huamei didn't come out to take a look.
"Shuanzi, I'm telling you, your body is your own, and so is your life. Others don't care about your life or death. You have to have a sense of propriety..."
Before Wang Shuanzi could stop his father, Yang Huamei had already rushed out of the kitchen.
He had an apron tied around his waist and a spatula in his hand. His eyes were red and he looked like he had just cried.
"I bullied him all the time? Am I the bad guy? Wang Shuanzi, tell your father whether I bully you or whether I care whether you live or die!"
Wang Hongquan stood up and said, "Is this how you talk to your elders? Huh?"
