Chapter 432

Because Lu Yunkai and his wife went back to the village, Taohua village was like a busy market for a while, and scholars and scholars of the whole county visited and asked for lectures. In addition, September was the harvest season for sweet potatoes, and the villagers of shiliba village came to sell sweet potatoes, so the whole Taohua village was as crowded as a temple fair in January.

When the guests come to the door, even if they don't like it, there's no reason to drive them out. In addition, today's Japan is going to make a one-day running water banquet. So Lu Yunkai set his seat in the square in the middle of the village. Everyone sat under the banyan tree, sipping tea and talking about time policies, which attracted many people to watch.

Song Xintong didn't go to join the fun. He checked the accounts with the shopkeepers in the workshop and the wharf shop, and then began to pack up, because Lu Yunkai will leave for the west again tomorrow.

She and Lu Yunkai only took two or three of their clothes out, and soon they cleaned them up again. But the twins' clothes were all messed up, and it took a lot of effort to clean them up.

"Look at you two. You're always soiling your clothes these days. It's not enough to change them three times a day." Song Xintong catches the twins and talks about it.

The twins turned their backs and didn't listen to their mother's words. After eating the snack, they wiped their hands on their bodies. Then they supported the high threshold and stepped out.

Song Xintong looked at the twins ready to escape, "where to go?"

"Go to my uncle."

"Go to my little uncle."

The twins said with one voice.

Yesterday, Dabao and Xiaobao took them to the mountains to catch rabbits and fish, so the twins came together in the morning and talked about going to find their uncle.

But Dabao and Xiaobao went to the center of the village to discuss knowledge with other scholars, so song Xintong stopped them from quarreling with Dabao.

"No, uncles have something to do. Play by yourself."

"Look for Dad." Huajuan wants his father to take them to pick fruit. As he did yesterday, huajuan is held up by his father. If he holds it high, he can pick sweet fruit at once.

"Dad has something to do, too." Song Xintong will pick up the two sons, "to accompany grandma."

"Grandma can't talk." Huajuan doesn't want to accompany her grandmother. She wants to play outside. There are a lot of fun outside.

"Then go to my sister." Song Xintong said and asked the servant girl beside him, "where's Nuan?"

The maid replied, "miss is in the old lady's room."

"Sister?" Mantou felt that it was good to go back and find his sister. Daddada ran out and said, "I'll find my sister."

"Wait for me, brother." The scroll followed.

Without waiting for song Xintong to take a few easy breath, the steamed bread and the scroll came back, and he complained wrongly: "Niang, my sister won't take us."

Song Xintong has a headache: "then stay at home and write big characters."

"Ah?" Huajuan's small face suddenly collapsed. He didn't want to write big words at home.

They were silent. Song Xintong saw that they had settled down and didn't care any more. He continued to tell the servant girls to prepare the things they should prepare. They didn't want to leave in a hurry like in the capital.

The twins took advantage of the inattention in the house, and they secretly went out of the yard hand in hand, and walked slowly to the center of the village. They vaguely remember that dad was going this way.

The scroll followed the bottom of the steamed bread, "brother, why don't we go to the mountain?"

"Only the two of us will be punished." Steamed bread want to pull up the father and uncle, mother to curse will not curse them.

"Oh." Huajuan thinks it's the same thing. He doesn't want to be punished by his mother at all. She's so fierce.

"Roll, hurry up."

"Brother, walk slowly. My feet are tired."

Mantou sighed helplessly, but still stopped to wait for his brother, "then you walk slowly."

"Oh, my brother is so nice." Huajuan hee hee hee came up, ran a few steps later did not go, a surprised and said: "Oh, brother, there is a bridge here, I'm afraid..."

Steamed bread looked at the spacious bridge, looked back at his brother who was afraid, then turned back and took his brother's hand, "not afraid, not afraid..."

After crossing the bridge, huajuan took a few steps and stopped walking. He squatted on the edge of the stream and watched the small fish swimming in the stream. The whole person was excited. "Brother, look, there are many small fish."

Steamed bread also saw the fish in the stream. The fish was only as wide as his finger. The small fish was different from the big fish that my uncle took them to catch in the river yesterday.

"Brother, let's catch these little fish." Huajuan then reached out and fished for the fish and shrimp in the stream, but because it was far away, it couldn't reach the stream at all.

"Oh, it's so annoying. I can't catch it." Huajuan mumbled a few words, then stood up, carefully raised his feet and walked to the stone by the stream, then squatted down and put his little hand into the water, "ah, I feel the water."

"Brother, don't play with water." Steamed bread has a brother's appearance very much, "Niang said to play with water can dye wind cold."

"I'll just play for a while." "I want to catch the fish," he said

Steamed bread some anxious, "no, brother quickly up."

Scroll more fun, playing a small temperament, said what are not willing to get up, "No."

"If you don't come up again, I'll tell my mother that you play with water." Steamed bread gas bad, hand will go to pull huajuan, "come on up."

Song Xintong did not see the twins, so he went out to look for them. As a result, as soon as he came out of the courtyard, he saw two little dolls squatting on the edge of the stream not far away. He was so worried that the two children ran to play with water!

"Lu Mo, Lu Yan, what are you two doing?"

When huajuan heard Niang's cry, she was so scared that she fell down on the stone. Then she cried, "Niang..."

Steamed bread face suddenly turned white, biting his teeth to pull the scroll up, with a cry: "I said not to let you play with water, you still play, now good..."

In September, the stream is not deep, barely over the ankles, but it's cool. It's strange that song Xintong falls into the water in such a way that he doesn't get cold. He runs to the side of the stream in fright and picks up the crying scroll sitting on the stone.

"Wuwuwuwu..." huajuan cried out of breath, and his mouth kept muttering: "don't hit me... Don't hit me..."

Song Xintong checked the scroll and found that there was no cold water in it. He was relieved and raised his hand to beat the bottom of the scroll. "Let your skin go!"

"You are not allowed to play in the water, but also to play by the stream. Do you want to drink bitter medicine again?"

"No, No." Huajuan dropped his head so fast that he was afraid of being filled with bitter medicine.

Song Xintong is very angry: "don't you want to come here to play with water? How many slaps do you know you've done? "

"Five." Scroll kept sobbing, "just hit, there are four."

Song Xintong suddenly speechless, not angry looking at the scroll: "you remember clearly."

Then he gave the rest of his four slaps to his little ass, "if you don't obey me next time, you'll get ten slaps!"

"I see." The scrolls swayed with tears. It hurt my ass, but I didn't dare to say.

"Don't you know how to stop your brother After repairing the scroll, song Xintong looked at the steamed bread and said, "what if my younger brother falls into the river and there is no adult next to him?"

"My younger brother will be washed away by the water and will never be found again." Steamed bread road.

"How cute is my younger brother? It's a pity that he was washed away by the water. I have to stop my younger brother from playing any more. Do you know?" Looking at the steamed bread, song Xintong nodded and said, "today you didn't do your duty as a brother. You will be punished for leading your brother on foot all the time."

"Good." Steamed bread cleverly took his brother, "brother does not cry, I sign you go."

"Good." Huajuan's younger brother sniffed and walked along with him slowly.

Song Xintong sighed, followed them, and led them slowly to the center of the village. The road to the center of the village was not far, but the twins walked slowly, staring at the fish in the stream, the shrimp in the field, and the birds in the sky.

When we got to the center of the village, the water table was about to open.

Although it was a banquet for Lu Yunkai's sake, it was also a banquet for the village. There were a lot of guests. We sat round after round, and it was very lively.

After having enough to eat and drink, Lu Yunkai went to the village with the county magistrate to talk about things, while Dabao and Xiaobao went fishing with other scholars by the river outside the village.

Song Xintong and wennuan lead a boy home slowly.

Halfway up the road, I met the Song family.

Song Dajiang and his family had just finished their meal in the village and were ready to go down to the field to collect the remaining sweet potatoes. Song Xintong had already gone home, but unexpectedly met him on the way, which made him feel embarrassed.

A few years ago, because the old woman acted as a demon, the family had a hard time. It was not until three years ago that the old woman had a stroke and was lying in bed. Song Dajiang and Zhang Cuihua were the masters of the family.

After Zhang Cuihua was severely taught by song Xintong, she didn't dare to be a demon any more. She honestly cultivated the land, and the sweet potato workshop accepted their sweet potatoes again. In the past two years, the Song family's big house has also built a new house, and life is getting better.

But the more so, the more embarrassed song Dajiang is to see song Xintong, because song Xintong's family is not the real song family, and they still treat song Xintong in every way, and now all of them have to make a living under song Xintong's hands.

Song Dajiang felt shameless, "Xintong."

Song Xintong nodded, did not say anything more, then led the children past.

"Mother, who are the grandparents?" Asked the twins curiously.

Song Xintong didn't want to let the children know what happened before. He said in a low voice, "it's the villagers in the village."

Mantou thinks that he can't remember many grandparents these days. "Oh, I can't remember many villagers' grandparents."

Song Xintong said, "it doesn't matter if you can't remember."

The voice of mother and son drifted to song Dajiang's ears along with the wind. Her face became more ugly. At the same time, she regretted that if she hadn't let her mother do those things at the beginning, even if Xintong girl had accepted her ancestors, she would have recognized him.

But what's the use of regret now?