Grandma gently spanked Little Fatty, "If you can't pat your belly, you'll run to the toilet."
"Oh, grandma,"
The little fat man held grandma's hand and shook it. The little man sighed and said: "It's better to have diarrhea. Look at me, I'm almost a fat ball. The little classmates in the school are getting tired every day." Everyone laughs at me, I’m so worried.”
That little look made Grandma Di laugh.
"Being fat is a blessing. What do you kids know? We won't listen to other people's nonsense."
At this time, Di's mother came out from the stove carrying a large pot of steaming stew, smiling and talking as she entered the house.
That vegetable basin is bigger than his washbasin.
As Di's mother moved around, the fragrance overflowed and filled the Di family's courtyard.
When it was time to eat, Xiaopangpang tried his best to wave his little arms, first holding the eel pieces for his grandparents, then his parents, and then his eight-year-old eldest brother Di Lei and three-year-old third brother Di Hui.
Finally, I grabbed a piece of old tofu for myself.
The whole family looked at him with smiles.
Since Di Ying was one year old, every time he had a meal, he would share it with everyone one by one in this order, either with a small spoon or with small chopsticks.
The best goes to my grandparents, then my parents, and then my eldest brother.
I will choose the worst one.
When Di Hui is born, he will also give it to his younger brother after giving it to his eldest brother.
I am the last one every time.
The whole family knows that he is sensible and filial, and they will follow him.
No matter how busy he is, he will wait until he has finished portioning before eating.
"Pangpang, how many words have you written today?"
When Di Ying finished dividing the food with chopsticks, and everyone started to eat, Di's mother carefully watched him not to drop it, then took a piece of eel for him, and then asked him.
Di Ying choked.
It feels like the rare eel is not that fragrant.
"Auntie, please let your second brother eat well first. The number of words you set is too much. Your second brother is still so young, so you ask him to write fifty words every day. The teacher in the school only assigned ten words. Woolen cloth."
The eldest brother, Di Lei, has a broad face and dark skin.
When he heard his mother asking his second brother, he put down his chopsticks and pursed his lips, so he innocently defended him.
He doesn't like reading, let alone writing.
But he likes to see his smart second brother shaking his head while reading and concentrating on writing.
In order to enable his second brother to study well, in addition to helping the family with work, he would try his best to spend time running around the mountains and fields to find some delicious food.
As soon as Di Ying heard her elder brother's support, she quickly turned her little head into a chicken pecking rice.
He is dedicated to learning, but his little claws are not up to par. Fifty words a day is still a lot of words...
He cursed.
"There are only fifty words left. Don't just protect your second brother. He can write it if he only looks at the ants and plays with the stones for a little less time every day.
We, the whole family, are living frugally so that he can study alone. We can no longer let him waste his time and blind his clever head in vain. "
Father Di blocked the words of his eldest son Di Lei.
Di Ying curled her lips quietly.
He observed the routes and trajectories of the ants crawling, studying them over and over again.
He was not playing with those pebbles for fun at all, he was learning to form his troops.
But he couldn't say... none of them could be regarded as "quibbles".
"Okay, every time you say you have to catch someone eating, it affects their appetite. Come on, Fatty, come to Grandma, we won't pay attention to them."
When Grandma Di saw her chubby little face slumped, she suddenly felt terribly distressed. She quickly picked her up and kept grabbing delicious food.
Grandma is the Supreme Laojun in the family. When she speaks, even grandpa doesn’t dare to choke.
The family finally shut up and ate their dinner quietly.
Di Ying's mouth was filled with fat and her belly was full. At night, when she lay on a wooden tray filled with sand and practiced calligraphy with a small branch, her belly was so tight.
At this time, the scene in the dream changed and he was in the school again.
The husband was shaking his head while teaching, and the dozen or so students in their villages combined were also shaking their heads.
Every time at this time, Di Ying would always sigh: No wonder Mr.'s neck is so slender, unlike his own, which is still short and fat no matter how he shakes it.
With emotion, Di Ying stretched her neck again.
At this time, a strange "uh, uh" sound was mixed in with the sound of reading.
The husband put down the book and stared at it displeasedly, only to see a child stretching his neck and covering his throat, his face flushed from holding back, and he was twitching.
The husband was shocked and hurriedly came forward to check.
"Quick, quick, he's choking, bring some water."
Apparently, while they were enjoying the beauty of the book with their eyes closed, the child was secretly eating something underneath, but accidentally got stuck.
The husband had experience with this and hurriedly ordered other children who were watching the excitement to get water and drink it.
However, Di Ying discovered that the child was really choked this time. I'm afraid that normal treatment would not be able to save it. Instead, the child would choke even more severely, and his life would be in danger.
The child was seven years old. Although he was very thin, he was still much taller than him.
Di Ying's mind was racing.
Did the conductor change his approach, or...?
Forget it, sir, you won’t listen to him, just be reckless.
He pulled the children away, rushed behind the child, stretched out his short and fat arms, hugged the child's waist, and lifted him up with both hands.
"Di Ying, what are you doing?! Put him down quickly!"
When the husband saw this, he scolded him angrily and pulled Di Ying away.
Di Ying had no choice but to stamp her feet and shout: "He is choking too hard. If you give him water, it will only push the tube down, hurt his throat, and it will get stuck even more severely. He will die."
Sir, if you believe the student, hug his waist from behind, cross your arms, press hard and then lift up, and push out the thing blocking his throat. Hurry! "
The gentleman listened but hesitated.
However, thinking of Di Ying's usual intelligence and seeing the child's complexion turning purple, he gritted his teeth and did as he was told.
"puff!"
After a few bumps, the child opened his mouth and spit out an apricot kernel.
Apricot blossoms bloom in May in Bingzhou, and branches are full of fruits in June in Jinyang.
This child probably brought apricots from someone's apricot tree on the way to school.
As soon as the apricot kernel was spit out, the child's complexion immediately began to improve.
The husband let out a long breath, put the child down, and gave a thumbs up to Di Ying, who was only five years old.
He praised: "Putting what you have learned into practice, or learning and thinking skillfully, is a great virtue!"
He guessed: Di Yingding had read something in a book. When encountering such urgent matters, he would think of it and use his brain to expand his thinking. He was really smart.
Di Ying was praised and rubbed her nose in embarrassment, then picked up the water brought by the child and asked the child to drink it bit by bit.
In the dream, the child's face gradually enlarged and turned into a very strong young man.
Di Ying smiled and woke up.
His family has always been his greatest support and motivation.
And that child is of great use now.
