Xu San's face drooped, and he suddenly didn't want to push the cart anymore.
The little girl excitedly waved her little hands and imitated the driver's movements, but when she saw that the car stopped moving, she asked, "Uncle, why don't you drive?"
"Well...uncle can't drive."
"Well..." The little girl stood up from the motorcycle and stared at the position between the motorcycle and the motorcycle, "Then just kick it. Didn't you say that it would go away on its own if you just kick it? "
"No, the way you kicked her just now was wrong. It hurt her. She's angry. She's in a mood now and doesn't want to leave." Xu San decided to tease the little girl.
"Is this it? Then I'll rub it to stop him from being angry." After saying that, the little girl stretched out her little hand and gently rubbed it on the motorcycle, "Does it still hurt? It was my fault just now, so you can Do not be angry."
After rubbing it, his hands were dirty, then he turned around and blinked his cute big eyes, and said to Xu San seriously: "Is it agreed?"
"Not good!" Xu San's tone was regretful, but he was holding back his joy. It was still fun to amuse the children.
"Please, I'll blow you again." The little girl blew on the motorcycle a few more times, "What about this time?"
"Hey, he said he doesn't blame you anymore."
Sighing softly, looking at the little girl's pitiful appearance, Xu San couldn't bear it. Finally, Xu San lifted his legs and slumped into the car seat, "Sit tight, uncle is going to drive!"
"Oh, oh, I knew Uncle Xu San was the best to me, hehe." The little girl cheered and sat in the car again.
After two hard kicks, the motorcycle made a "dududu" sound, and then the body of the motorcycle began to tremble.
Although the little girl screamed happily, when the motorcycle started and started vibrating, she was still frightened.
Now she didn't dare to say a word. She just sat in the sidecar, clutching the machine gun frame and shrinking her head, looking like a curious and scared kitten.
A small half of the yard was occupied by a greenhouse, and it was difficult to open it, so Xu San only drove it twice in a small area, but even so, the little girl also experienced a modern means of transportation.
After playing for a while, I heard Ma Cuilan’s voice outside the Taoist wall!
Xu San parked the car and turned off the ignition. The little girl stood in the sidecar of the car and looked in the direction of her home: "Uncle, mother told me to go home to eat and let go. You can come too. Mother said she has something to give you."
"What?" Xu San asked curiously.
"My mother brought it back from Aunt Chu Lian's house. It's quite heavy!" said the little girl.
It's quite heavy. It should be the shuriken and kunai made by Ye Tian. I didn't expect it to be quite fast!
Ma Cuilan knew that the little girl climbed over the wall and went to the next door. She seemed to be familiar with this daily routine. She watched her daughter get off the ladder lovingly. Then she walked to the bottom of the ladder, reached out and picked the little girl off the ladder, and then put her on the ladder. On the ground, "Why bother uncle again? Didn't I tell you? Uncle has work, don't bother him casually?"
"No! I've obviously told you and you agreed. Why are you still pretending not to know now? I even saw you adding an extra bowl of noodles when you were making the noodles! I think you are Bullying me for being a child!" The little girl talked back to my mother with her hands on her waist and wide eyes.
Ma Cuilan's face turned red when she was caught: "Oh, I haven't hit you today, right? You've got more patience, and you dare to talk back." After saying that, she started looking around for the guy who was taking advantage of her, wanting to give this guy who was getting more and more angry. The children had a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots.
Seeing this, Xu San quickly jumped down from the ladder and stopped Ma Cuilan: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, she is still young. Let's educate her well. She can't be beaten! She can't be beaten!"
"Brother, you don't know. Business has been booming recently. I've been too busy to take care of her, so she makes trouble for me every day. She gets itchy if I don't give her a beating every day." Ma Cuilan said, glaring at the child fiercely. The girl's glance seemed to say: "I'll beat you up when Uncle Xu San leaves later!"
When the little girl saw that her mother was really angry, she immediately hid behind Xu San, then grabbed Xu San's clothes and exposed half of her head: "I won't dare next time!"
Dinner is hot soup noodles.
It's made of white flour, and it also has meat, which is hot and has the aroma of garlic sprouts.
The first smell is refreshing.
For the past two days, he basically had to eat and sleep in the open air. The compressed biscuits he ate made Xu San's stomach very uncomfortable. This bowl of authentic hot soup noodles was placed in front of him, and he couldn't help but move his index fingers.
Take a sip and take a big mouthful of noodle soup, your whole body will be warm and feel particularly comfortable. The fatigue accumulated in the past two days seemed to dissipate with this mouthful of noodle soup.
After eating a few mouthfuls of noodles, Xu San asked: "Sister-in-law, you have become rich. You are not in the first or fifteenth year of junior high school. Why are you still eating white noodles?"
Ma Cuilan smiled and said, "Business has been good recently, let's eat something good! Treat yourself." After saying that, she gave the girl the shredded pork in the bowl.
"Are you unconscious?" Xu San asked.
"I'm not a miser either. It's just some white flour, which my mother and I often ate before."
The little girl put down the bowl, looked up at her mother, and then clasped her fingers as if calculating something.
Ma Cuilan glared at her, "Eat well and don't play!"
The little girl said "Oh" and lowered her head to continue eating noodles.
Seeing the little girl getting more and more crazy, Xu San subconsciously felt that it was time to send her to school. Generally, children are basically honest when they arrive at school. No matter what era, teachers always have natural pressure on students.
Xu San also put it in the bowl, "By the way, sister-in-law, Xiao Meizi is seven years old, why don't you send her to school?"
"Girl, why should you go to school? Wait a few years to learn this craft from me, and then it's time to get married."
When she heard that she was getting married, the little girl immediately gave up: "I don't want to get married, I want to stay with my mother!"
"Mei Zi, be good, a woman will get married sooner or later." Ma Cuilan lovingly touched the little girl's head.
"Do you know what getting married is?"
"Marrying means washing clothes and cooking for others, and I don't want to do that!" the little girl said seriously, and then thought for a moment, "and give birth to children."
"Who did you hear that from?"
"Tiedan, Erya, and Guawazi."
"You have to wait at least ten years for her to get married, right? It's better to go to school first. The elementary schools in the city are run by the Japanese. You can't learn well there. It's better to find a private school for her. Let's find the best one." I'll pay for the repair." Xu San asked.
Now that Xu San was rich again, he decided to find a better private school for the little girl.
Ma Cuilan was hesitant. He thought more than Xu San. There were only a few girls in the private school, and with her status, she was afraid that the little girl would be bullied if she was sent there.
"Let's wait. If that doesn't work, I'll squeeze in some time and teach her how to read first."
Ma Cuilan retreated to the next best thing. What Xu San said really spoke to her heart. She used to be busy making money and neglected to educate little girls. Although women in this era are said to be cheap, they still need to understand basic integrity.
"It's really not possible to invite your husband to your home?" Xu San suggested again. He still felt that orthodox teachers should educate the children.
Ma Cuilan still didn't speak, and it was inconvenient for the husband.
Seeing Ma Cuilan's hesitant look, Xu San was a little impatient, "No, I can still teach. I know a lot of things. I can teach arithmetic, Chinese, physics, chemistry, English, Japanese, geography, history, biology, There are also Ma Zhe, Deng Lun..."
Well……
Forget the last two.
Listening to Xu San's name of the dish, Ma Cuilan pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay, brother, I know you are knowledgeable, but you are not suitable for your daughter to learn at home. If she learns all these skills from you, I'm afraid she won't be able to How many men dare to marry her."
"I'm in a hurry, so let's start with literacy first. I'll go to the bookstore tomorrow and buy a few enlightenment books, as well as paper and pen." Xu San said sheepishly.
This time Ma Cuilan didn't refuse. She would study at home first. If she was sent to a private school in the future, she would be able to impress her husband with some basic knowledge.
As the little girl listened to the conversation between her mother and Xu San, she always felt as if a disaster was imminent, as if something was about to leave her.
Sullen.
The noodles are no longer fragrant.
