Escape to Farmland

Chapter 433 Mr. Miao
"I said, can you pay attention? Xiaoquan is still a child, so stop swearing in front of the child."

Mo Qiaomei patted her husband angrily, then turned her head and smiled at Xia Quan, "Little Quan, don't argue with your second uncle, he just got dizzy with anger."

"Yes, yes, Xiaoquan, don't be angry, Second Uncle Qiu should slap his mouth."

While speaking, the young man raised his hand and slapped his mouth a few times.

"Second uncle, don't make trouble, go back and solve your work problems."

Xia Quan saw him like this, the corners of his lips twitched unconsciously, and quickly interrupted him, "If you delay here any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"Oh, oh oh, yes, we'll go back right away."

After being reminded by her, Qiu Maolin came to his senses, and hurriedly pulled Mo Qiaomei away, "Little Quan, go back to class."

"I'll come to see you siblings after my uncle settles down."

Mo Qiaomei: "Little Quan, take care of yourself and your brother, Aunt Qiao is going back first."

Before Xia Quan could speak, Mo Qiaomei thought of something again, and hurriedly called her husband: "Stop first, I still have something for Xiao Quan."

"What?"

Although Qiu Maolin didn't know what she was talking about, he stopped and let go.

Mo Qiaomei ignored him, turned around and ran back.

"Aunt Qiao, is there anything else?"

Seeing her running back in a hurry, Xia Quan stretched out her hand into her bosom to feel for something, so she hurriedly greeted her, "Don't worry, speak slowly."

"Little Quan, Aunt Qiao brought this specially for your siblings, you can save it for later."

While talking, Mo Qiaomei came to Xia Quan, and her hands came out of her arms.

Holding a taro leaf bag in his hand, he stuffed it directly into Xia Quan's arms.

"what?"

Before Xia Quan figured out what was inside, Mo Qiaomei also let go and turned to leave: "Aunt Qiao has gone back."

"When you go home on Sunday, Aunt Qiao will visit you again."

"Aunt Qiao, Second Uncle, goodbye."

Xia Quan hurriedly protected the leaf bag in his arms, and sent the young couple away, only then did he notice the warm touch in his palm.

Squeeze it with your little hands, it is soft, and there is a faint sweet smell.

It is actually a baked sweet potato that you can't get tired of eating.

There was a bright smile on the small face, and he turned his head to look around, and found that no one else was paying attention, so he quietly put it into the storage bracelet.

"Hey, you kid, which class are you in?"

As soon as Xia Quan put away the things in his hands, he heard a voice behind him, "It's already class, why are you still here?"

She quickly turned her head to look over, and saw an old figure hurriedly walking from the playground in the campus.

"Mr. Miao, I'm in class one every four years. I'm going back to class now."

After the words fell, he hurried past the old man.

I still didn't forget to comfort him: "Teacher Miao, don't worry, I won't delay my study."

"It's you little girl."

Teacher Miao saw the small figure running past in a hurry, "Hehehe, run slowly, don't fall."

The old man is a retired old teacher of the school and has been the principal of Xianglong Central Primary School.

After retiring, I couldn't stay idle, so I stayed at the school to help with chores and take care of the school's public property.

Compared with the principal, the old man prefers others to call him teacher, so all teachers and students in the school call him that.

During these days when Xia Quan's siblings live in school, Mr. Miao often takes care of them.

Occasionally, he also gave advice on Xia Huan's studies, and he was full of praise for Xia Quan's sensitivity and eagerness to learn.

Because of this, the old man's attitude changed drastically when he recognized her.

Hearing the reminder from behind, Xia Quan felt joy from the bottom of his heart, and waved his hand without looking back, signaling the old man not to worry.

Seeing her lively and lovely appearance, the old man smiled cheerfully and went to work on his own.

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"Report."

　Note ①: Taro, the raw material used to make vermicelli in the southwest or south, taro powder is delicious.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)