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Chapter 19 Can You Still Play Like This?

So she enthusiastically scooped a bowl of sweet potato porridge for the child, the kind with the most rice grains, and moved the bitter melon scrambled eggs in front of him.

"If you don't like bitter melon, just eat eggs."

Wei Zeyun had actually had breakfast, but when he arrived at Manni's house, he still felt empty in his stomach. He also quickly ate the bowl of rice that Wen Minghuasheng served. As for the bitter melon scrambled eggs, he didn't like it at all. eat:
"I don't eat eggs."

Bitter melon is even more difficult to look at.

"..."

The Yang family members were amused by the child's rude look, but the next moment, they could no longer eat the rice in their bowls.

Because, after having a full meal, Wei Zeyun sneezed as soon as he got off the table. Then, two milky-white slugs hung on his upper lip, swaying in and out with his breathing.

Wen Minghua put away the bowl and thought to herself, what should I do at noon? I have to let the children eat at the table, right?

But for him to put food on the table, isn't it his own family that is having a hard time?
I was debating in my heart whether to let the child wipe his nose. After all, looking at him like this, he seemed to be very accustomed to his own nose. Manni over there had already taken out the handkerchief from Wei Zeyun's pocket. Hand it to him.

"..."

Seeing Wei Zeyun casually take the handkerchief, give Manni a toothy smile, and then blow his nose obediently, Wen Minghua finally understood where Manni's missing new handkerchief had gone.

But what she was more happy about was that Manni finally had other expressions besides expressing happiness or confusion with her eyes - she would frown in disgust.

Of course, when it came to taking the handkerchief directly from someone else's pocket, she had to teach her in private that she couldn't do this, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it. It was better than doing nothing like before.

That morning, Wei Zeyun played at Manni's house for a long time, and Manni also watched him play for a long time.

This kid is really good at rolling hoops and playing with spinning tops.

Later, he saw a basket of mud left over from growing onions outside Manni's kitchen. Good guy, this opened the door to Manni's new world.

He actually mixed the mud with water, then shaped the mud into an adobe about ten centimeters wide, and then slapped it hard on the ground, making a "pop" sound, which made Manni extremely surprised.

It’s just dirty mud, how can you still play like this?

There was eagerness to try in her eyes, and Wei Zeyun seemed to see it too. He started to explain step by step how to slap the ground hard.

Then Manni stood up, holding a piece of adobe in her hand,
"..."

It did fall, but unfortunately there was no sound.

"No, no, you have to work hard."

Wei Zeyun will teach again, and Manni will learn again.

"..."

Finally, Wei Zeyun was helpless:
"Maybe you are a girl?"

Yang Manchun, who had been watching for a long time, walked over and took the piece of soil culture he had just made from Wei Zeyun's hand.

"Snapped!"

Manni blinked, and she knew that it had nothing to do with whether she was a girl or not, it must be because she was too weak!

Yang Jianmin couldn't help it anymore. He had never played with this thing when he was a child, so there was another mud player.

Yang Jianping raised his eyes and looked at Wen Minghua who had taken the book out of his hand, and then followed her gaze to his sister who could scream while playing in the mud in the yard. He understood.

He put down the book and walked over. First he watched them play a few games, and then he also left the game.

But what was different from them directly slapping the mud was that Yang Jianping squeezed the mud in his hands, and after a while, a small tank appeared.

That's not all. He also used mud to make wheels for the tank, threaded them with wooden sticks, and finally placed the tank with wheels on the ground. "..."

Manni looked at the four-wheeled tank that could be pushed by someone to crawl like a snail and opened her mouth wide in surprise. Is this still possible?
She stretched out her hand, picked up the tank and observed it carefully, then put it on the ground and pushed it away. A smile appeared in her eyes and the corners of her mouth curved up.

Yang Manchun touched his second brother with his elbow. The brothers and sisters suppressed their excitement for fear of disturbing the focused Manni.

Wei Zeyun didn't think so much.

"Third brother, teach me, teach me."

Mud rubbed all over Yang Jianping, and Yang Jianping stretched out his hand to push him away:
"Stay away from me and I'll teach you."

Wen Minghua also gathered around. She was actually quite greedy. To her, these toys were also legendary and very novel.

A few people just watched Yang Jianping teach Wei Zeyun how to make a tank and the cannon on the tank. As a boy, he learned these things very quickly. They just watched Yang Jianping explain and do it once, and Wei Zeyun learned it.

Then, he followed up with a four-faced look, which Manni despised in her heart, but he himself was very satisfied.
"I'll take it back and give it to my brother to play with."

"..."

It's just a piece of mud, it really doesn't matter.

A few people were laughing and having fun when a girl who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing two braids and a pink floral top, entered the yard.

Wen Minghua looked up and saw Yang Jianmin's expression changing instantly. She knew that this girl was the Jiang Yueyue.

This girl is indeed very good-looking, with an oval face, a small mouth, a straight bridge of the nose, and a small and cute nose. Under an unmodified willow eyebrow, there are smart eyes with double eyelids.

She was very beautiful, but Wen Minghua didn't like her at first sight. This girl's eyes were very smart, but they were too smart. When she saw them playing in the mud, she didn't even cover up the disgust in her eyes.

"Hello, Auntie."

Her voice is gentle,

"Brother Yang."

Seeing that Wen Minghua only glanced at her and then looked away, she looked at Yang Jianmin with a slightly aggrieved look.

"..."

Yang Jianmin was not a fool. After she refused to marry him, he carefully recalled the time when the two got along. Although he was still a little uncomfortable, he understood that Jiang Yueyue did not like him at all.

So what could she do to show him now, looking aggrieved?
Besides, his mother didn't say anything, so what could she have to feel aggrieved about?
"What's up?"

He actually had a suspicion in his mind that he was probably here for Jianping's work.

Jiang Yueyue felt suffocated, and there was a hint of resentment on her face:

"Brother Yang, I..."

She seemed to find it difficult to speak, but her eyes fell on the side. Like Wen Minghua, she only glanced at her and then turned her attention to the people around Yang Jianping.

"If you have something to say, I'll listen."

Yang Jianmin didn't think much about her. He just remembered what Yang Jianping had just said about making a jeep. At this moment, facing Jiang Yueyue who was hesitant to speak, he unconsciously felt a little impatient.

Why didn't you think this girl was so troubled before?
"Brother Yang, I'm just here to ask if I can..."

Her eyes fell on Wen Minghua again,
"Can I take the cash ticket and exchange that job with your family?"

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