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Chapter 4: Little Fatty wants to eat his balls and balls... Daddy is bad!

The rain pattered on the eaves and flowed down the thatch like a series of beads.

The little chubby boy who was playing with ants at the door saw this scene and his eyes lit up immediately. He moved his buttocks and stretched out his chubby hands to catch them.

Ruirui held down his restless fat hand, touched his little head, and coaxed in a childish voice, "Be good, little brother! You can't play in the water."

The little fat man was held down for a while, and he blinked stupidly, "Giggles, just for fun..."

"Can't play!" Ruirui tightly hugged the chubby little chubby pier with both hands, and dragged it into the room with great effort.

"Hey, play, play, play..."

The little chubby pricked his arms and short legs like a turtle and kept struggling, his whole fat body was pressed heavily on Ruirui's body, and he was about to fall into a ball.

Chen Shouxing quickly ran over and caught his two sons. He picked up the little chubby boy and slapped his little buttocks twice, "Play with me! Please teach me how to read if you are itchy."

Zhao Miaomiao pulled her eldest son over and looked through his clothes to see if he was injured, "Ruirui, did you fall?"

Ruirui shook his head, not only did not take good care of his younger brother, but also threw himself down, the little guy felt a little ashamed at this time, his fair ears were flushed.

After realizing that he had been spanked, the little fat man curled his lips and cried loudly, which was earth-shattering!

A few hens who were enjoying the rain under the eaves not far away were frightened by his cries and ran around. The dead leaves on the trees seemed to tremble and fell faster.

Chen Shouxing: "..."

I didn't use any force at all!
"Old Wu, what's wrong with Fatty, what's this?" Mrs. Chen asked in panic from the main room.

"Mom, it's okay. If you don't need to come over, go back to the house and get busy!" Chen Shouxing waved his hand to stop Mrs. Chen from opening her umbrella.

Old Mrs. Chen took the oil-paper umbrella and looked at Zhao Miaomiao hesitantly. When she saw her daughter-in-law waving her hand away, she turned around and went back to the house to continue spinning.

Zhao Miaomiao took Little Fatty from Chen Shouxing's hand, sat down and wiped his little face, "Why are you crying? You just pressed your brother and it hurt, do you know?"

Little Fatty didn't understand it very well, he only understood that his brother was in pain, and blamed him in his mother's tone, his small eyes blinked and looked at his brother, tears fell from his grievances.

Chen Shouxing sighed and raised his hand to wipe his youngest son's tears, "How can a little man cry so well? He's not shy!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Little Fatty cried even louder, "Wow..."

Ruirui's little face was a little at a loss, and she hurriedly held the little fat man's face and coaxed, "Brother, be good! Don't cry, don't cry!"

Zhao Miaomiao glared at Chen Shouxing.

The brat must have done it on purpose!

Chen Shouxing gritted his back molars, "Daughter-in-law, the more you coax him to cry, the harder you let Xiaopangdun cry alone, he won't be able to cry for long."

Zhao Miaomiao rolled her eyes at him. Of course she knew that the child was just too young, so what should she do if her voice broke from crying and she had a fever?
"Fatty boy, don't cry. I saw those hens that were scared by you. If you cry anymore, you won't have any eggs to eat!"

Little Fatty stopped crying, "I want... I want to eat balls! Wow~"

Chen Shouxing teased him with a smile, "What eggs are you eating? The hens are so scared by your cries that they can't lay eggs. There are no eggs today."

Little Fatty's eyes widened in disbelief, and he forgot to cry for a moment. Half a tear was stuck in his eyes. He clenched his little fists with grief, anger and grievance, and roared in a milky voice, "Little Fatty wants to eat eggs." Egg, egg, egg... Daddy is bad! Ni~"

Ruirui:...Stupid brother!

Chen Shouxing was amused by his youngest son's vengeful, angry and cute appearance.

Zhao Miaomiao glanced at him, motioning for him to restrain his laughter, and patted Little Fatty's body, "Be good, Fatty! Only hens that don't cry will lay eggs and eat them."

……

The rain stopped.

Zhao Miaomiao went out with the wash basin. The Chen family's yard was surrounded by a wooden fence. On the left was the family's pig pen and chicken pen, which contained two pigs, ten hens and two roosters.

Raising two black pigs from the beginning of the year to the end of the year can be sold for three or four taels of silver. After excluding the cost of food for the pigs, you should be able to earn around one tael of silver.

The hens in the family will keep their eggs, and the roosters will not be slaughtered until the Chinese New Year. As for the eggs, they are usually used to exchange salt to subsidize the family. After all, eggs are precious things for farmers, and an egg can be sold for three or four in spring and autumn. Wen, there are many eggs in summer, and you can sell them for one or two pennies. In winter, there are few cold eggs, and you can sell one for ten pennies.

The chicken coop on the right side of the yard was built by her husband after she got married. It is the only one her family has in the Chen family. There are six hens raised with grain mixed with rice bran. They eat about three stones worth of grain a year. With nine silver coins, I can pick up three or four eggs every day except when the weather is cold and winter comes.

In the room, Chen Shouxing was feeding his youngest son with freshly steamed egg custard.

For the sake of the custard, the little chubby moved his butt twice, decided to forgive his father, opened his mouth to catch the spoon he fed him, his small eyes narrowed from eating, and his bulging cheeks were very cute.

Chen Shouxing raised his eyebrows and laughed twice, then reached out and poked.

Ruirui buried his head in a bowl as big as his little face, sucking on the noodles inside. There were chopped green onion, bean sprouts and a poached egg on the noodles, and hot smoke was floating in the air.

The smell of fried egg noodles filled the air, and everyone in the yard swallowed their saliva.

"What a motherly scent!" Li Pangya took a deep breath while spinning slowly, "I suck it, I suck it, I suck it... It smells so good! It still smells like eggs fried in lard."

It was much more fragrant than the boiled eggs she secretly ate. Li Pangya raised her sleeves and wiped her saliva.

Mrs. Chen: "..."

I have no eyes to see, I really have no eyes to see, why is the fourth daughter-in-law so greedy, even though my mother is also a little greedy.

Mrs. Chen licked her lips, glared and cursed, "Ms. Li, don't be lazy. You can't spin enough yarn today, so don't eat dinner."

"Hey... I'm sure enough is enough!" Fatty Li immediately sped up her movements.

Wang Hongmei shook the spinning machine and sighed with envy that Chen Shouxing's life was so good after getting married. She glared at Li Pangya with hatred, why didn't the couple want to raise chickens? They didn't have money to ask their mother if they could ask their fifth brother and sister. Borrow it?Nothing could be said to persuade these two, so she didn't dare to raise them even if she wanted to!
Li Fatya blinked, "Second sister-in-law, why are you staring at me?"

If she knew what Wang Hongmei was thinking, she would secretly say, why raise chickens?The boy's father said, how tiring it is to go up the mountain to cut wood to build a chicken shed, if you accidentally raise the chicken to death, you will die, and Jinbao and Yinbao want to eat eggs. As for her... Hehe!
Wang Hongmei: "..."

Forget it, I hope this fool can understand her thoughts, she might as well think about going back to her parents' house to get some eggs to mend the stones.

Counting the mid-autumn festival, it has been about ten days since I went back, my mother should have stocked up a lot of eggs!

The poached eggs are really delicious!Chen Shouxing's fried eggs are so fragrant, it must be because of the use of lard!

(End of this chapter)