Mulan some impatient back a, "Niang, you this also can't, that also can't. Since I don't want my third brother to work in the field, I can only ask someone to help me with the harvest.

Otherwise good, who will be so kind to help us cut the rice? There won't be a few people doing this thankless thing.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to spend these money. Anyway, it's you who lose. After all, a mu of rice can be worth a lot of money! "

Mrs. Zhu replied, "I'm just talking about it How about money first? "

"Niang, you can think about it well, but I have found a way for you. You can go by yourself if you want to invite someone."

Old lady Zhu wanted to rely on the second room for help, but before she could speak, Mulan had already refused in advance.

Mulan knew that old lady Zhu liked calculation. If she asked someone to come and help her with the work, she might want to rely on her and ask her to pay.

She is not so silly, in vain to help the big room pad hundreds of Wen money into the wages.

"Niang, we'll go back first if there's nothing wrong. Erhu has to cut rice." Mulan said goodbye.

Old lady Zhu couldn't keep her, so she had to answer.

When we got to the Zhu family's yard, Zhao Yuner noticed that Zhu Sanlu had set up a room with some chairs. About ten children sat in the room and followed Zhu Sanlu to study.

When she got to the yard, she heard a poem read in the room.

"Shallow wine before the people, nephrite lamp side embrace, looking back into the embrace of total love. Pain pain, gently push Lang, gradually heard the voice tremble, slightly startled red surge. Try and change the vertical, not a little bit of sewing, this time the flavor is very high, moving, arm with pocket, lips with each other, tongue with each other

After listening to Zhao yun'er, his face suddenly sank.

This voice belongs to Zhu Sanlu. The person who reads this poem is also Zhu Sanlu.

Zhao yun'er also thought that Zhu Sanlu was a change of disposition. He became better and knew to do serious things.

But now, after listening to Zhu Sanlu's poems, I realized what is easy to change and hard to change.

Even teaching children to read is also to teach some messy things.

This is not a serious poem. It is obviously a naked little yellow poem.

I don't know where Zhu Sanlu learned from. He is very interested in these things and knows a lot about them.

This kind of poetry is obviously not suitable for children, because these children are very young, let them learn these things, is not it bad for children?

The so-called model of human behavior does not exist here in Zhu Sanlu.

This Zhu Sanlu is a wretched man, which makes people sick.

People in the village are afraid that they don't know Zhu Sanlu's character, otherwise they will not dare to send their children to study.

The parents' original intention is good, read and read, long knowledge. School fees are expensive. Zhu Sanlu is cheap here. How much can he learn something. I don't know how to meet a wolf like Zhu Sanlu.

Zhao yun'er stopped to listen and saw several children inside asking Zhu Sanlu, "Sir, what's the meaning of this poem you read?"

"Yes, sir. Just tell us something. We can't understand it."

Zhu Sanlu chuckled obstinately, "how? What do you want to understand

"Mm-hmm!" The children nodded in response.

Zhu Sanlu's obscene smile was a little thicker, "Hey, that gentleman, I'll tell you about it."

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